<?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-10154016</id><updated>2011-05-10T04:21:03.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>++  Drama Queen Diaries  ++</title><subtitle type='html'>++ the beautiful subtlety of ever-changing lives ++</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-307692445463897858</id><published>2008-12-08T23:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:08:35.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved</title><content type='html'>why are you still here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://faegaboo.multiply.com/"&gt;Fae's&lt;/a&gt; MULTIPLY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-307692445463897858?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/307692445463897858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=307692445463897858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/307692445463897858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/307692445463897858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2008/12/moved.html' title='moved'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-2490875111715439862</id><published>2007-11-17T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T01:08:50.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the haze of dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When you wake up in the morning, what's the first thing you think about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;this is ALWAYS my first thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;" SHIT IM GONNA BE LATE FOR CLASS WHY OH WHY DIDNT I GO TO BED EARLIER??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the next thoughts would then be a strand from the topics of "oh wait I don't have any classes", "I dont WANNA get outta bed" or " SHIT SHIT SHIT IM GONNA BE LATE"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I always seem to oversleep, or so unwilling to get out of my cocoon of duvet and pillows that I end up racing to get dressed and powerwalking to lectures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I thought I had the answer to all my problems when i bought myself an alarm clock from Argos, and set it up proudly, even going to the lengths of buying an IKEA bedside table so itll be an arm lengths away from the bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But yeah, I'm still always late. Cause i never seem to go to bed early enough to set the damn clock, and when i do finally stumble into bed after watching TV or working til the wee hours of the morning, I instantly crash headfirst into the pillows, and the cycle of "SHIT IM LATE", starts again the next morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;maybe i should pay someone to come in my room and shake me awake... beats freezing in the cold because I have wet hair and didnt have time to dry it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-2490875111715439862?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2490875111715439862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=2490875111715439862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/2490875111715439862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/2490875111715439862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2007/11/from-haze-of-dreams.html' title='from the haze of dreams'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-5786172687959745761</id><published>2007-11-13T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T10:13:21.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HALOWEEN PARTY @ MISKIN STREET with the COLUM GANG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkFs09ldTI/AAAAAAAAACg/Kg_BkNx5PjA/s1600-h/umie+and+fae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkFs09ldTI/AAAAAAAAACg/Kg_BkNx5PjA/s320/umie+and+fae.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132139518054724914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkFtE9ldUI/AAAAAAAAACo/E2COUvlbFz8/s1600-h/IMG_6869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkFtE9ldUI/AAAAAAAAACo/E2COUvlbFz8/s320/IMG_6869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132139522349692226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkF_09ldZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2RwK6ZC-03o/s1600-h/IMG_6647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkF_09ldZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/2RwK6ZC-03o/s320/IMG_6647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132139844472239506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkGAE9ldaI/AAAAAAAAADY/7FiogPOTnns/s1600-h/IMG_6652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkGAE9ldaI/AAAAAAAAADY/7FiogPOTnns/s320/IMG_6652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132139848767206818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkGAU9ldbI/AAAAAAAAADg/SL6nKkXukBM/s1600-h/IMG_6656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkGAU9ldbI/AAAAAAAAADg/SL6nKkXukBM/s320/IMG_6656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132139853062174130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkGA09ldcI/AAAAAAAAADo/EtkwHQAYxMQ/s1600-h/IMG_6696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkGA09ldcI/AAAAAAAAADo/EtkwHQAYxMQ/s320/IMG_6696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132139861652108738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkFtE9ldVI/AAAAAAAAACw/IkQ8tdy3b5Y/s1600-h/IMG_6641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkFtE9ldVI/AAAAAAAAACw/IkQ8tdy3b5Y/s320/IMG_6641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132139522349692242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkFtU9ldWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rLogmFm0tf8/s1600-h/IMG_6643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkFtU9ldWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rLogmFm0tf8/s320/IMG_6643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132139526644659554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkFtU9ldXI/AAAAAAAAADA/kTJN2jTS9yE/s1600-h/IMG_6644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkFtU9ldXI/AAAAAAAAADA/kTJN2jTS9yE/s320/IMG_6644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132139526644659570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkF_k9ldYI/AAAAAAAAADI/1wpc-iAabN4/s1600-h/IMG_6646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkF_k9ldYI/AAAAAAAAADI/1wpc-iAabN4/s320/IMG_6646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132139840177272194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkGhk9lddI/AAAAAAAAADw/FeZWgm3JE_s/s1600-h/IMG_6835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkGhk9lddI/AAAAAAAAADw/FeZWgm3JE_s/s320/IMG_6835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132140424292824530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkGhk9ldeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7uyL29SmEyo/s1600-h/IMG_6803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkGhk9ldeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7uyL29SmEyo/s320/IMG_6803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132140424292824546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkGh09ldfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NkDkOvu2nQ4/s1600-h/IMG_6755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkGh09ldfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/NkDkOvu2nQ4/s320/IMG_6755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132140428587791858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkGh09ldgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/h7nW1hjbMPY/s1600-h/IMG_6739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkGh09ldgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/h7nW1hjbMPY/s320/IMG_6739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132140428587791874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;more pictures at  &lt;a href="http://emotionsunderfelt.multiply.com/photos/album/20/Halloween_Party_02.11.07"&gt;Umie's Multiply Album of Haloween Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a look at the photo album cause its aweeesssoooome... follow the link!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-5786172687959745761?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5786172687959745761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=5786172687959745761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/5786172687959745761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/5786172687959745761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2007/11/haloween.html' title='Haloween'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RzkFs09ldTI/AAAAAAAAACg/Kg_BkNx5PjA/s72-c/umie+and+fae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-8332452819282965223</id><published>2007-11-01T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T07:17:07.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>traps, gore and sharp things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELINA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;semalam kami kana blanja oleh Melina di Bali :D thank you Melina! Then we broke our habit of going to Cineworld to watch movies, and instead, went to Vue.. And what did we watch?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RykKf8tutiI/AAAAAAAAACY/_Gia-rd1miE/s1600-h/saw4_poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RykKf8tutiI/AAAAAAAAACY/_Gia-rd1miE/s320/saw4_poster2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127641194728175138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AND it was AWESOME !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wish I had remembered the last three Saw movies more clearly though... But I badly needed the loo throughout the movie so I wasn't concentrating as much.. Then again, watching a Saw movie is basically spent hiding your eyes from the gore and trying to block the screams of pain anyway... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tapi cool eh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The clocks have been moved forward so nights are longer now.. Baru 5pm, and its dark already.. Very depressing if you ask me.. Although to be fair, I should wake up earlier, so that I'd see more sunlight =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Allowance is out tomorrow.. its time for all of us to sit down and IB (Internet Banking) everyone money thats owed.. Remember when there was a rumour over the summer that our allowances had been increased? But just as 99.9% of all Bruneian rumours, it never holds any truth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I WISH THIS ONE DID THOUGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-8332452819282965223?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/8332452819282965223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=8332452819282965223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/8332452819282965223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/8332452819282965223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2007/11/traps-gore-and-sharp-things.html' title='traps, gore and sharp things'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RykKf8tutiI/AAAAAAAAACY/_Gia-rd1miE/s72-c/saw4_poster2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-929589490145696358</id><published>2007-10-25T05:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:31:15.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all our moments have lead to this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So what have YOU been doing all raya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXRH8tutRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yRa7kKDaByU/s1600-h/16102007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXRH8tutRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yRa7kKDaByU/s320/16102007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126733685318399250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Santy, Umie, C.J and I went to watch the Blackout gig at the Cardiff Student Union last Tuesday, and it was AWETHOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Funny thing was, the gig started at 8pm, and Umie was taking her time getting ready, and Santy and I were stuck in front of the TV watching Americas Next Top Model, so we came to the gig late.. We went through the back way, and ran up the stairs heading towards the venue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And who did we bump into on the way? SEAN, one of the lead singers of The Blackout!! One thing i should mention is that UMIE IS IN LOVE WITH SEAN, so she was pretty awestruck! hahaha he was nice and said "HI!" to us, and told us where the venue was (kami pretending kami lost), so that was the highlight of the night! Balum lagi start gig lagitu! hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXULstutTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/023GgxAByW8/s1600-h/Farid+Coffeezone+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXULstutTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/023GgxAByW8/s320/Farid+Coffeezone+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126737048277792050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXWhMtutUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ym-CN_qXJ0A/s1600-h/sean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXWhMtutUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ym-CN_qXJ0A/s320/sean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126739616668235074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Raya is an excuse to dress up, look pretty and take lotsa lotsa pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mackintosh Open House!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXZnstutVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ENUYQXMEfQ4/s1600-h/20102007%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXZnstutVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ENUYQXMEfQ4/s320/20102007%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126743026872268114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXZoMtutWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rVnG2L_eXhk/s1600-h/20102007%28014%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXZoMtutWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rVnG2L_eXhk/s320/20102007%28014%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126743035462202722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXZp8tutXI/AAAAAAAAABE/2CV17ZTiaX0/s1600-h/20102007%28010%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXZp8tutXI/AAAAAAAAABE/2CV17ZTiaX0/s320/20102007%28010%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126743065526973810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXZqMtutYI/AAAAAAAAABM/66goma8jAxI/s1600-h/20102007%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXZqMtutYI/AAAAAAAAABM/66goma8jAxI/s320/20102007%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126743069821941122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXZrctutZI/AAAAAAAAABU/HEDlS3xG-EQ/s1600-h/20102007%28029%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXZrctutZI/AAAAAAAAABU/HEDlS3xG-EQ/s320/20102007%28029%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126743091296777618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXaVMtutaI/AAAAAAAAABc/pMairixYdL0/s1600-h/20102007%28017%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXaVMtutaI/AAAAAAAAABc/pMairixYdL0/s320/20102007%28017%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126743808556316066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXa3ctutbI/AAAAAAAAABk/dut8uOoJas8/s1600-h/20102007%28032%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXa3ctutbI/AAAAAAAAABk/dut8uOoJas8/s320/20102007%28032%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126744396966835634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Miskin Street had their own open house the next day, serving Kolomee and Sushi and Bread n Butter Pudding.. Didnt get to take a lot of pictures, but stole this one from Belle's facebook =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXczstutcI/AAAAAAAAABs/4GuDvJRqyyk/s1600-h/n500264112_148889_4812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXczstutcI/AAAAAAAAABs/4GuDvJRqyyk/s320/n500264112_148889_4812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126746531565581762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was a busy busy day, and Santy's cousin, JemJem came to U.K and since he hasnt got a place of his own yet, he's staying here in the meantime... The house seems extra full, but the Miskin Street home is always welcoming guests, cause guess who came and visited all the way from Kent?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXfFctuteI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zWEY5f5bn20/s1600-h/26102007%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXfFctuteI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zWEY5f5bn20/s320/26102007%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126749035531515362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXfFctutfI/AAAAAAAAACE/4n_FncTldho/s1600-h/25102007%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXfFctutfI/AAAAAAAAACE/4n_FncTldho/s320/25102007%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126749035531515378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXfF8tutgI/AAAAAAAAACM/hRHNsON_sek/s1600-h/26102007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXfF8tutgI/AAAAAAAAACM/hRHNsON_sek/s320/26102007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126749044121449986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali fitted well in the Miskin Street house, what with his competitiveness and sense of humour.. the Nintendo WII macam nada turned off the whole time Ali was here!! Heee was fun having him over, cause it feels like a long time since we hung out properly.. Siuk siuk =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Melina's pre-birthday Bash happened Friday, and the party was hopping!!!! Pictures up soon.. too many pictures in this post!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-929589490145696358?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/929589490145696358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=929589490145696358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/929589490145696358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/929589490145696358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2007/10/all-our-moments-have-lead-to-this.html' title='all our moments have lead to this'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Jj_R-m40UUI/RyXRH8tutRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yRa7kKDaByU/s72-c/16102007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-1369517705976382612</id><published>2007-10-14T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T07:43:40.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the little things noone knows about</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Maaf Zahir dan Batin :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope your first day of Hari Raya was better than mine.. mine was spent in bed with a fever, with a temperature that was high enough to cook an egg and spewing just like the girl in The Exorcist =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;disgusted? just be happy you weren't there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But the upside of being sick is that I'm treated like a princess by Grumpy.. Its really sweet on how hard he tries to make me comfortable, even after i ralphed over his hoodie.. Haha yes too much information.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But yes, i heart him =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hakeemachine left on the morning of first day of Hari Raya, joining Santy who was heading up to Manchester.. Though later that day, Bazilahs sister, Ka Amalina, came down from Manchester to stay with us over the weekend.. Ka Amalina is leaving tomoro night, and Santy is also coming home from Manchester tmoro night.. It's like a tag-team =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was surfing the net, and i came across a certain girl's blog... To be honest, I've been wary of this girl ever since the first time I met her, and over time, from how I've seen her act around other people, my reasons to dislike her keeps adding up... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But from her blog, I've learnt that her father is now gone.. And from that fact, I've decided to cut her some slack...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This reminded me of another time last year when another friend of a friend, who I initially didnt like, but tolerated for politeness sake, lost her father, and i decided to cut her some slack and make an extra effort to be nice.. And one of my friends pointed out that that was really superficial of me, as I was only being nice to her just because her father had passed away... I wasnt being nice to her because I started to like her, but was because I was feeling sorry for her loss... He pointed out that even though they've lost someone dear to them, it doesnt give them a free pass to be mean to others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I dont really know if what i'm doing is superficial or the right thing, but its just what i've decided to do.. They've suffered a loss..And I (alhamdulillah) don't have any idea how that feels like, but i'll give them the benefit of the doubt... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;* i apologize if this post has painted me as insensitive or if i have hurt anyones feelings *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On a lighter note. I'm in love with Colbie Caillat's songs. "Bubbly" reminds me of how i feel around Grumpy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And I'm also listening to The Blackout.. Kind of doing background reading as Im watching them live this Tuesday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-1369517705976382612?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1369517705976382612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=1369517705976382612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/1369517705976382612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/1369517705976382612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2007/10/little-things-noone-knows-about.html' title='the little things noone knows about'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-6807434865844368274</id><published>2007-10-11T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:01:16.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its OKAY!</title><content type='html'>oh my god. a classic just came up on MTV while Ive been waiting for Umie to come down so we can go to town together and buy a Guitar Hero Guitar!! Atomic Kitten's "It's OK!".. download it cause seriously, its such a feel good song =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random i know hahha.. goddamn where is Umie! I should go up and drag her out the door =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumpy downloaded the whole of House MD Season 3 for me! took him FOUR WHOLE days, but hey, we have 20mb broadband =p if that aint love i dunno what is.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UMIE???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-6807434865844368274?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6807434865844368274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=6807434865844368274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/6807434865844368274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/6807434865844368274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-okay.html' title='its OKAY!'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-954564296358809421</id><published>2007-10-11T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:41:41.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got better things to do tonight than die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the Hakeemachine is still here!! HAHAHAHA.. Hes been here since Friday the 5th, and was supposed to just stay over the weekend! But cause of persuasion, he stayed monday as he only had classes tuesday.. Then on Tuesday, he finds out that some poor soul threw themselves off a bridge onto train-tracks, and railway services to Leeds were halted.. huhuhuhuhuhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that anyones complaining.. Santy of course, is happy to have the boyfy around - we're happy that hes making Santy happy as that means Santy will whip up yummy meals, and Farid's happy that hes not the only boy in the Miskin Street home... Living with four (loud!) girls cant be good for anyones sanity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday the 6th, I went down to London with Grumpy and his ex-housemates to pick some boxes that they had shipped to Brunei Hall.. they had rented a huge Transit and we drove down to London.. The funny thing was that London looks waaaaay different on the road than when your a little pedestrian..  We got lost in the big maze that is Central London for an hour or so till we finally got our bearings right and found Brunei Hall.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;By that time we were all sick of being stuck in traffic, so we just parked the car and went around on foot =D I met Ali!! Hee, totally forgot that he was down in London for the weekend! was great to see him! He was wearing his pilot jacket and it looked loose on him! Ali lost weight aaaaaaaaa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We drove back to Cardiff a few hours before sungkai, and we sungkai-ed at some random reststop off the highway.. was probably Reading but heck, what do I know =s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;you know how the English have Sunday Roast and all that.. The Miskin Street Posse had something resembling that! Hakeem had a craving for lamb, so we bought lamb cutlets and had steak! And for once, me and Umie didnt have to rush off to work later that night, so we just stuffed ourselves with lamb and potato =D =D =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the next day was another stuffing incident as BSUnion Officers came to Cardiff so that we could bayar our Zakat and dorang terus lanja sungkai!! Bazilah, Farid and I had to sort out the restaurant and menus and stuff, to feed 40 hungry students, but be under budget enough not to suck the BSUnion Finance office dry =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;there should be pictures up from the BSUnion Comin To Cardiff dinner soon enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pictures.. yes.. i forgot about those =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-954564296358809421?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/954564296358809421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=954564296358809421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/954564296358809421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/954564296358809421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-got-better-things-to-do-tonight.html' title='I&apos;ve got better things to do tonight than die'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-6022754777486538799</id><published>2007-10-01T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:49:07.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and BTW i have curly hair now =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-6022754777486538799?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/6022754777486538799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=6022754777486538799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/6022754777486538799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/6022754777486538799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh.html' title='OH!'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-5375992072770975550</id><published>2007-10-01T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T19:44:12.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you live in a house or a home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Allowance keluar today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D =D =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been in Cardiff for exactly 10 days, and my new room is still a HUUUUUUGEEEEEE mess.. for some weird reason, i havent been in my room too much... either out with the housemates, hanging in the living room, or been at work.. i think a part of me is avoiding facing my room, which looks like a moving truck puked its contents onto my floor =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to buy stuff to make my room look more livable! when the Miskin St. Posse (hahahaha Umie made that name up =p ) went to IKEA and bought kitchen and house stuff, each of us also bought stuff for our biliks, but i didnt buy much =( i wanna go to IKEA again! *puppy dog eyes trained on Melina*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first week here was basically trying to make the 'house' a 'home'... meaning moving stuff from our previous houses, buying LOADS of stuff for the house, and hooking up the phone,internet and TV.. and thanks to mr. Virgin Media, we now have 20MB of broadband and 120 channels of TV!!! haha the first day we got internet ( we didnt have a TV set yet so we couldnt watch TV), the five of us were sat in the living room with each of our laptops, chatting with EACH OTHER online.. hahahaha lame wah kami ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sama kami masak masak!!!! the first night we cooked together, we had ONE pot and ONE pan between us, and like, FOUR spoons.. hahah but we managed to whip up a good dinner for sungkai =p now we've stocked up on food and kitchen crockery and TADA, our kitchen is now just like an IKEA kitchen showroom =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nira was envious of our new kitchen when she, Maul, C.J and Amin came over to cook and have sungkai together... twas very fun having guests over, and Nira cooked us her awesome mango chicken so that made it more awesome heee.. but we started cooking so late that we only sat down for dinner an hour after sungkai haha.. and the TV had just been set up so everyone got their game on and played the Nintendo Wii!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the internet being so fast, i have no excuse not to post =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-5375992072770975550?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5375992072770975550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=5375992072770975550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/5375992072770975550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/5375992072770975550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2007/10/do-you-live-in-house-or-home.html' title='do you live in a house or a home?'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-8444952693007616305</id><published>2007-08-05T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T23:30:31.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the blue moon has set =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;funny on how i always seem to blog right after someone tags on my board commenting on how much i DONT blog.. haha, this time, the main man to thank who's tag pushed this post into existence is mr.Shairazi =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;at Umies at the moment, on her bed blogging while Grumpy is playing GUITAR HERO, and miss Umie is playing with candle wax... not kidding, shes moulding them into squares or something haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im still tired from last night.. it was tanglung night, and for once i actually got off my lazy bum and headed to Bandar to watch the float.. Grumpy and i picked up Abang after his tution class (Abang left the Swift at Grumpys place) and the three of us headed to Bandar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we were caught in a traffic jam like, 5 SECONDS later.. so we had a brainstorm to just park at Supasave Mabohai and WALK ALL THE WAY TO THE MAIN SQUARE =D younglings, thinking they can walk everywhere and all.. and me and Grumpy are so used to walking (all around Cardiff that was the main source of transportation LOL) so we didnt mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;when we got to the main square, which is the area all around the field, Abang took "behind-the-scenes" pictures, while Grumpy and I tried to follow him and make sure Abang didnt get lost... Abang took really good pictures, which im sure will be uploaded to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fokuskatik.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;www.fokuskatik.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; soon enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the walk back was hellish though =p mainly as we were walking back to Supa Save at near midnight, after hanging at the gerai for so long =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;now Umie is playing Guitar Heroes, and huhuhuhu emosi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Actually, we just came back from a Posse Hangout, which comprises of the habitants of Miskin Street in September... yes yes, me,Umie, Santy, Bazilah and Grumpy are going to live on a street called MISKIN STREET.. ups our cool factor =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the Posse did what we usually do at a Posse Hangout, which is a movie ('Disturbia' this time, Shia LeBouf  *drool* ), then getting stuff to eat while joking about everything and anything... heeeee Posse hangouts are awesome =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my results are out =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;alhamdullilah i passed all my exams so i dont have to re-sit any of my modules, so i dont have to fork out more money to pay for an earlier flight back to UK to re-sit my exams.. yes i am awethome =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but remind me to study harder next year, as I am aiming for a First Class Degree, and not revising till the very last minute wont get you a First Class =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hows Pinky Blue doing at the moment i wonder.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tomoro im going to Nanas parent teacher meet, and going to pretend to be her parent... huhuhuuhuhuhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;see you the next blue moon =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-2431637806835691658</id><published>2007-07-03T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T16:20:28.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and when we come home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;hopefully everyone knows that now im back in brunei and noones gonna text me on the phone yelling "YOU'RE IN BRUNEI AND NEVER TOLD ME???"..... so lets just make the official announcement..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FAE IS BACK IN BRUNEI WOOOOOHOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;haha, me and Melina braved the sixteen hour flight together.. my personal TV didnt work, but that was no suprise... i slept most of the time anyway haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;two hours of being back in Brunei and i already threw a party... just a lil get together with my best mates, stuffing ourselves with Ikrams shepards pie, and satay and mommys peanut butter chicken.... yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the two weeks before Grumpy joined me here, caught up with virtually everyone i know, (tryna downplay just how many people i know =p lol), and got the latest gossip of the dramas of Brunei.. whos going out with who, the break ups, who turned gay, the usuals LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it seems that Brunei hasnt changed,but in some ways its changed a lot.. new people - THREE new babies have been borne to the three sets of newly-weds whos weddings i had to endure three weeks back to back right before i left for Cardiff.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;certain people have changed, and my relationships with them, though to no fault of any party, has changed.. aren't so close as we used to be.. but hey, its all good.. things change.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and certain people just plain disappointed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;on Sunday the 1st of July, had a bbq, a joint bday celebration for Baby Farah and abgs gf Nani, and Alee and Billy, the spoilt brats that they were, wanted to celebrate their birthdays early (their bdays are in august and November respectively, how bratty is that LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;what with the wet bouncer and the old crowd, the whole day i was grinning..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;abang and umie took good piccies, abangs new photoblog - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://fokuskatik.blogspot.com"&gt;Fokuskatik inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;all good =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-2431637806835691658?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/2431637806835691658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=2431637806835691658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/2431637806835691658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/2431637806835691658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-when-we-come-home.html' title='and when we come home'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-7587405924550097921</id><published>2007-06-04T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T00:24:36.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he tastes like you only sweeter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;//playing "Thnks Fr Th Mmrs" -  Fall Out Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;on Saturday, the 2nd of June, armed with my pint-sized Welsh flag, I went to the Millenium Stadium with &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Grumpy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Rijal, Zharif, Freddie&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Peman &lt;/span&gt;to watch the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wales v.s Czech Republic Euro 2008 Qualifying game&lt;/span&gt;... there was a huge crowd of Welsh supporters, mainly due to the fact that it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ryan Giggs&lt;/span&gt;' last game playing for the Wales National Team.. this was apparently due to his choice to concentrate more on playing for Man United...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so wheeeeeeeee I was part of history =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Image203.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Wales v.s Czech Republic 0-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/02062007003.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The view from inside the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Millenium Stadium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/02062007008.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cardiff-Bruneians!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the game could have gone so much cooler if someone had scored.. but sadly the outcome of the game was 0-0... and 5minutes before the game ended, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ryan Giggs&lt;/span&gt; bowed out, and the stadium gave him a standing ovation as a send-off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/_43003847_giggs_get270.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ryan Giggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On Sunday, one of my housemates, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Edd&lt;/span&gt;, moved out cause he was done with exams and he wanted to go home to Devon as soon as possible.. while he was packing, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Corentin &lt;/span&gt;and I were talking about the crazy times we had together.. like playing scream-tag after our Christmas dinner, playing guitar in the courtyard, and using &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Grumpy&lt;/span&gt;'s paintball gun to shoot at people's windows... I don't know if i'll ever see &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Edd &lt;/span&gt;again cause he and I wont be living with each other anymore next year... but heheheh funny times this past year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Image168.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Santa Edd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Image153.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Edd &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Corentin&lt;/span&gt;'s pimping hat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Corentin &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Edd &lt;/span&gt;were like brothers to me, making me feel less homesick by doing crazy spontaeneous stuff, and making fun of the stuff i ate... there was this one time i accidentally ate a pizza that had meat in it, and they teased me about being a "ham-lover" all year *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and to think I had a little crush on &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Edd &lt;/span&gt;in the beginning of the year.. *blush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-7587405924550097921?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/7587405924550097921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=7587405924550097921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/7587405924550097921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/7587405924550097921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2007/06/he-tastes-like-you-only-sweeter.html' title='he tastes like you only sweeter'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-7820921362228004421</id><published>2007-06-01T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T21:14:20.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homie love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//playing "Like This" - Kelly Rowland ft. Eve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;funny thing happened yesterday... was with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Santy, Baz&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Grumpy&lt;/span&gt; at Chicken Cottage, gobbling up burgers cause we were so hungry, when me and Santy's conversation of work and school mentioned &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Reza&lt;/span&gt;. the usual compliments to the boy , him being phenomenally smart, bla bla bla *lol*.. i was hit by an overwhelming urge to text him, just to say "&lt;em&gt;Hows it going, dawg?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And 2 seconds after i hit 'Send', &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Reza&lt;/span&gt; called saying "&lt;em&gt;okay thats just plain weird cause i was JUST thinking of you and was wondering how you were&lt;/em&gt;".. apparently he was going to call to check up on me at the same time i thought of him.. hahaha this wasn't the freaky part, but the freaky part is that this has happened in FOUR other occasions... me and him have a really cool psychic connection =D i'd like to blame all the weed we used to share together... huhuhuhuhu KIDDING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;he sounded good, and we were joking like old times.. Hopefully we'll see each other in Brunei, and do our usual walking-around-Gadong-doing-nothing-but-bitch-about-people thang.. and &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Reza&lt;/span&gt; also has a cool present for me =D if he keeps his word, his present will banish me from boring afternoons for the next decade =D but not going to keep my hopes up just yet =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i should actually be at home packing as i need to move out of halls before 16th June, and that doesnt leave me much time to pack after my last exam... but i dont have my keys and&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; Nira&lt;/span&gt; has been keeping me, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Grumpy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bazilah&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Santy&lt;/span&gt; prisoner in Colum... &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Maul&lt;/span&gt; is coming back from Verona at midnight tonight, so we'll be freeeeeeeeeeeee..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;not that i can complain about the amount of food we've been fed the whole time we've been in Colum! just last night we cooked Pineapple masak Kari , and Sotong masak kicap, topped with triple chocolate ice-cram for desert.... yum~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;on a side-street, me and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bazilah&lt;/span&gt; are watching an old video of Destiny's Child "Bills, Bills, Bills". when they had four members, we wondered how the two original members of Destiny's who dropped out before Destiny's Child became multi-platinum feel at the moment... are they killing themselves, green with envy because of the new Destiny's Child success? haha &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Baz&lt;/span&gt; said if she were one of the members that dropped out, she would be depressed with regret at the moment... LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mashes&lt;/span&gt; is back from her K.L trip with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ikram&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ikram's&lt;/span&gt; cousin.. i am soooooooo going to give them a guilt trip when i come home for going off to K.L without me... heeeeheee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;out of pure boredom i just left a tag on the pumpungmans blog, claiming to be &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shairazi's&lt;/span&gt; ex.. hahahaha bet you he'll have to go thru a looooong mental list of girl names before he figures out that it was a joke.. =p that's how perasan my homie is =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-4923722916924801760</id><published>2007-05-31T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:59:37.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dush dush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahahaha this is going to be RANDOM, but watched this at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blessix.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hamdi'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; blog and thought it was so cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;its a beatboxer who uses his kitchen skills to hone down a beat... hella cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;reminds me of the M.D Days where&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; illogic&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; illinois&lt;/span&gt; beatboxed in front of the library =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if this cant load cause of my abysmal blogging skills, just skip over to &lt;a href="http://blessix.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hamdi's blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;where you can watch it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/3Tzjr7MczAfNo7sXH"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/4923722916924801760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/4923722916924801760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2007/05/dush-dush.html' title='dush dush'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-1971925400417912456</id><published>2007-05-29T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T21:43:06.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if blood is thicker than water, will it drown u faster?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;at Colum at the moment, with Nira, who is alone at home cause fiance Maul is off in the land of where Romeo woo-ed Juliet, teaching italians how to body-throw someone twice their sizes... i.e Personal Defence Training Seminar in Verona, Italy.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;watching MTV Base on SkyTV while Nira does what girls do before going out in public =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyhoo, we're gonna be off to town in a moment, hooking up with Bazilah to have a shopping spree.. saddening fact is that it wont be a shopping spree for the soul, but more like a shopping spree foe those who claim to be of blood, but we only get to see during family functions that by chance both parties made an exception to attend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;don't get me wrong, i dont mind shopping for family members, but only for family members that know your REAL name, not the name that you siblings bellow out when company comes over... and if they know why i'm in Cardiff in the first place would be an added bonus.. which is to do a degree on a scholarship, not a private-funded-9-month-holiday-masquerading-as-further-education kinda thing.. its tight enough living in a foreign country on a monthly allowance without layan-ing the requests of your aunts asking for Tie Rack merchandise that i have to say is hugely overpriced if converted to Bruneian dollars..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and what about your brood of cousins who tormented you in your childhood but now are begging for that new Nike football kit 'only found in the U.K'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and after spending money on souvenirs for the 'family', will i have enough money to buy fun things for the friends close to the heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;urgh, the dreaded obligated cause-your-a-first-year shopping spree for the extended family... ANY IDEAS?????????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-1971925400417912456?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/1971925400417912456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=1971925400417912456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/1971925400417912456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/1971925400417912456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-blood-is-thicker-than-water-will-it.html' title='if blood is thicker than water, will it drown u faster?'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-5267441206861477039</id><published>2007-05-28T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T01:03:26.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when it rains it tinkles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;//playing - "Lil Love" Bone Thugs N Harmony ft Mariah Carey &amp;amp; Bow Wow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1ts a love-hate relationship that they have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;well, actually, the older one loves/hates the baby, while the baby just sees the older one as a very fun playmate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;it's actually very cute to watch them play together... they have no blood between them, they just happen to live in the same house.. and the baby is very fond of his 'abang Farid', as he has cool stuff in his room.. ( ever seen a baby play with paintball gear and matches? =D ).. and even if the 'abang' wont admit to it, he has fun playing with the baby too, cause gives him an excuse for his childish behaviour =p =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;but Point Of Blog! a coupla days ago, the two boys were playing with each other, usual stuff u would expect from a 20year old playing with a two year old - tickling, throwing aforementioned two year old in the air, yelling when aforementioned two year old throws mobile phone across the room... the usual...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;I was in the room, on the laptop, doing what i do online, and keeping an eye on the boyish shenanigans across the room, i.e, babysitting.. and then, while the baby was on his 'abang's shoulders, i hear the baby say "kamih?"........ a dreaded word to hear from the baby whos on your shoulders.. and of all the days Pampers breaks its trust of being the keeper of all babies' excretions, it had to be that day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;quickly, the baby was set down on the floor, but it was already too late.. there were wet stains on his 'abang's t shirt... hahahahahahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;i was doubling in laughter while the baby was whisked away by his mommy to change and the 'abang' went to bathroom to take a much needed shower =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;it was a funny funny funny funny day =D =D =D =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/babypotresize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Mohd Daniel Fitri a.k.a Adik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/twobabiesresize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;the two babies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/angkatbabyresize.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;baby love *LOL*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-5267441206861477039?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/5267441206861477039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=5267441206861477039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/5267441206861477039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/5267441206861477039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-it-rains-it-tinkles.html' title='when it rains it tinkles'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-550076161028107932</id><published>2007-05-21T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:36:13.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you lose control when you hold on too tight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;//playing "Hey There Delilah" - Plain White Ts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; mourning the loss of Frankie now =(  he was sent to two different hospitals, and i had prayed that they could save him, but just last week, they told me he was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unrepairable&lt;/span&gt;... that he needed a new.... motherboard ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;devastation hit me.. and then they shot me with the last piece of bad news.. in seven apologetic words, they killed me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sorry, your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;harddrive&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; be saved either..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;....... Frankie, R.I.P .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ha ha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; crap aside, yeah, pretty bummed that Frankie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; be saved.. apparently his motherboard is fried.. so sigh, there goes all my music, pictures, everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i guess the part where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; most bummed is that i cant listen to my weird eclectic music in peace.. my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; updated, plus its gone wonky too, so that means i have to resort to downloading songs off &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Grumpy's&lt;/span&gt; laptop, and making my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;playlists&lt;/span&gt;.. but i feel guilty whenever i see the pained look on his face when yet another punk-rock song comes on, so i surrender the Windows Media Player to his choice of music.. cause it IS HIS LAPTOP.. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my taste in music just can seem to compromise with his =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;speaking of music, last night i covered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Charly&lt;/span&gt; to work the cloakroom for the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Nas&lt;/span&gt;" gig at the Great Hall in the Cardiff Student Union.. was my first time working a gig at the Great Hall, plus it was with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Melina&lt;/span&gt;, so it was cool.. got my first Access All Areas pass, cause the security was pretty tight, due to the college shootings at the Pretty Ricky Concert in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Loughborough&lt;/span&gt; University... they set up metal detectors that were set to 'maximum security level' so ANYTHING metal beeped.. so in came poor uni kids without belts on cause their belts had caused the detectors to go off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and due to the high security measures, the concert was late to start.. which caused some people to be dissatisfied.. =s  ... well, 30pounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; a 2hour show? yeah id be pissed too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but thank god nothing major happened... and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Melina&lt;/span&gt;, who had left early, was a sweetheart to call when i finished my shift to ask if everything was okay.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt; thought i was shot =p &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;| do you feel like a man, when you push her around? Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i think living in a foreign country, you are more likely to be influenced by external stimuli.. things that never used to bug you, or never used to get to you, once you are out of your comfort zone, you are more prone to take it to heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it takes character to stick to your principles when they are held at gunpoint... its easier to say "i would NEVER do that" when you're reading an article about another persons life-story, but when it happens to you yourself, would you do the same thing that you swore you would never do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;the other day, my principles were somewhat questioned, leaving me in a state of confusion on what to do... should i succumb to peer pressure, or stick to my beliefs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in times like these, you need someone to hold up that mirror so you can take a good look at yourself.. i thank god that the one person that has never let me down in the past, did not let me down this time.. she reminded me of who i was, what i was capable of, and said all the right things that i needed to hear at that moment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;when the enemy is yourself, victory and failure has no relevance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-550076161028107932?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/550076161028107932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=550076161028107932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/550076161028107932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/550076161028107932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-lose-control-when-you-hold-on-too.html' title='you lose control when you hold on too tight'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-7682697638295963447</id><published>2007-05-08T04:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T21:34:18.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its one of those rare ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yeap. an update. its gna be short. cause i just feel like typing. i think this is fuelled by a recent conversation with one of my OLDEST friends, (note: OLDEST being how long ive known her, not how old she is =p).. and we were chatting away just as if we were on the phone. i guess there are things that never change. i was chatting with her about stuff that i realize i dont even talk about with the people who i spend a large amount of  my daily time in cardiff. id like to say thats cause of the amount of time we've known each other. but yes. im glad nothings changed between me n u babe. straight to the point as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;another reason for this rare posting is because i miss alone time. ive been spending so much time either being with the significant other, or in the company of my crazy group of cardiff friends. dont get me wrong, i *heart* the silly little boy who does nothing but spoil me and layans my manjaness on a daily basis, but sometimes its good to be alone to just... do nothing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;my Media Comm seminar tutor once told us that shes gone through two whole weeks without speaking,texting,calling or have any contact with anyone. and she said it felt oddly satisfying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i also have to add that i miss certain people in brunei. haha everyone saw that coming? course u did. and the food too haha. but i do very much miss my family. on a happier note, less than 6 weeks to touchdown in hometown. just have to go through exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;fast machine gun update on the dramaqueens life. cause thats just the way she do what she do =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;not much drama =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- came to cardiff having given a boy in brunei the status of boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- took away that status in less than a month of being abroad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- got used to the cardiff life with the help of Pinky Blue, awesome housemates in Senghennyydd and crazy brunei-cardiffians&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- acquired current significant other before the start of the new year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- been content ever since (5months and counting =D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- now an avid movie-goer through the abuse of a Cineworld Unlimited Card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- tried out lotsa new stuff, including snowboarding, skiing, moshing and cooking =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- doing okay in the course, though admittedly can do much much better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- laptop got busted and after prolonged stints at numerous laptop hospital, has been pronounced irrepairable, and will therefore be main reason of not being online so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- still manage to become a crazy ebay-er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- bought a plane ticket home after working shifts at the cloakroom at the Cardiff Student Union.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;- will be chilling in brunei 5days after the end of my exams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;haha, catch u then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;p.s want pictures?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mzshorty.multiply.com/"&gt;Melina's Multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.emotionsunderfelt.blogspot.com/"&gt;UmiEnvy's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://emotionsunderfelt.multiply.com/"&gt;UmiEnvy's Multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://santyness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Santy's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nisa612.multiply.com/"&gt;Nisa's Multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-3198322340370601982</id><published>2006-11-29T07:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T09:22:13.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o205/faegaboo/uhohresize.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-3198322340370601982?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-115407325914846376</id><published>2006-07-28T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T15:54:19.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause im a Corporate Poser</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;// playing - "Emergency" - by Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are all these signs that point to the suggestion that i should visit the house on Jalan 60, Simpang 49-7 (i think is the right simpang), the brown house with the basketball hoop and white couches... i wanted to the other day, but it was at a time when i knew noone was home, either at school or sending the kids to school... soon, i keep promising myself... soon.. just want to see how the family is... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the last day of a set of meetings that DST is hosting for all these TeleCompanies all around the world, at the Empire... my boss dragged me to join them to be Secretariat of the meetings. Officially, i'm to run around, armed with my laptop, scanner, printer and fax machine and do any paperwork that im asked to.. but UNofficially, im just sitting around, mooching off the wireless, getting to know delegates and using their room numbers to use the Empire Country Club facilities... so isalll gooooddddd.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres even a guy here called Lionel who works for Google, and he caught me using Yahoo Search and he said "yea i use Yahoo more than Google... you kinda get sick of the Google logo when you work there..." *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im also getting bullied here by the local delegates cause most of them knows my mom, so theyre real friendly to me.. they're bullying me cause they think theres this particular delegate from Telekom Malaysia whos interested in me... i thought they were just bull-shitting... but...........   *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ask me to tell u the whole story and maybe i will... *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh -&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; A Is-Fae-Going-To-U.K-Or-Not-???? Update&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive received my offer letter from Cardiff Uni confirming my place, so with that letter, along with a Medical Letter from my clinic, i forwarded it to the Ministry of Education.. The Education Officer and I had a sit-down to discuss my next steps, and at the end of it, they passed me a Medical Check Form to fill out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually the Scholarship kids are given a whole pack of paperwork to go through, but Fae gets special treatment and 2mnths to sort out everything =p    We decided to get the Medical Check over and done with first cause thats the only thing holding me back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the third time in 18months, Fae has to do ANOTHER full blown Medical Check... My parents and also Melina are telling me to get it over and done with ASAP so i might do it NEXT saturday, which is an off-day for Fae.. but im scared to do it alone................. anyone wanna come with me to hold my hand..........?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all goes well, my course will start on the 25th of September. I was planning to leave on the 20th September, just like last year, but my DST boss dropped a bombshell where she wants me to participate in this NATIONAL FORUM in September... and it isnt just a normal forum, Ministers and all the Big-Wigs of Communications all around Asia is coming in Brunei.. these are the people who are incharge of our Internet and Phone lines people =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, this forum is gna be from the 18th to 21st of September, which sets my date of flight TENTATIVELY to the 23rd of September... the day before puasa yooooooo......   again, if all goes well... im gna be working up til the day before i leave, then ill just conk out on the plane haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;xoxo   "Ive seen you cry, way too many times, when you deserve to be alive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-115407325914846376?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115407325914846376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=115407325914846376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/115407325914846376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/115407325914846376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2006/07/cause-im-corporate-poser.html' title='cause im a Corporate Poser'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-115396785755215139</id><published>2006-07-27T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T10:37:37.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cause im mainstream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www02.quizyourfriends.com/quizpage.php?quizname=060726221634-466742&amp;"&gt;Faeskis quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha dinner to the one who gets 100%.. cause ure my new best friend.. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than twenty times yo.. heheh hearts you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; i have to shut up cause the next thing thats gna come outta my mouth is.........       BEYYYYYYYYYYY..... hahahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update later... too hyper now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-115396785755215139?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/115396785755215139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=115396785755215139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/115396785755215139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/115396785755215139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2006/07/cause-im-mainstream.html' title='cause im mainstream'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-115381632494662239</id><published>2006-07-25T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T16:32:05.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flutterbeys in my tummey.</title><content type='html'>i remember now.&lt;br /&gt;this is how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its been too long.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was so used to not looking for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent so much time looking after myself&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to keep an eye out for it.&lt;br /&gt;and now its hard to ignore&lt;br /&gt;when Cupid has his machine-gun aimed at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember now.&lt;br /&gt;this is how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;this is easy.&lt;br /&gt;the easiest yet.&lt;br /&gt;this is easy as lovers go.&lt;br /&gt;why complicate it by hesitating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember now.&lt;br /&gt;this is how it feels.&lt;br /&gt;the way his smile provokes a smile from me.&lt;br /&gt;the way hes always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;but it scares me that im always on his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only a handful knows how much i care for the boy.&lt;br /&gt;only a handful knows the story&lt;br /&gt;and how we ended up this way.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, Cupid and Fate has shitty timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but as Z said.&lt;br /&gt;"its about frickin time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're dancing a brilliant dance.&lt;br /&gt;sidestepping in a full circle.&lt;br /&gt;but when we stop,&lt;br /&gt;the music wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill still look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and you'll still have that mischevious look&lt;br /&gt;and ill fall for you all over again.&lt;br /&gt;every day i fall for you harder and deeper.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont want you to help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so heres my heart,&lt;br /&gt;for you to break or bury,&lt;br /&gt;or wear as jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;i wont sleep if you wont sleep.&lt;br /&gt;but when i do, ill whisper your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when im around you,&lt;br /&gt;breathing is a foreign task.&lt;br /&gt;and thinking is just too much to ask.&lt;br /&gt;and i never want the night to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one big hug.&lt;br /&gt;one little kiss.&lt;br /&gt;one short call.&lt;br /&gt;one long text.&lt;br /&gt;whatever you want just take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please dont ask me what i like about you.&lt;br /&gt;cause its every little thing you do.&lt;br /&gt;thats just the way you make me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i think only little key knows how many different songs i hacked into this post. and Z, ill tell you when it happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-114857348650205147</id><published>2006-05-26T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:11:26.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreamlover come rescue me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;This place was never the same again&lt;br /&gt;After you came and went&lt;br /&gt;How can you say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;you meant anything different&lt;br /&gt;To anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;standing alone&lt;br /&gt;On the street with a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;On the first night we met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look to the past&lt;br /&gt;And remember and smile&lt;br /&gt;And maybe tonight&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe for awhile&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in the scene&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' asleep&lt;br /&gt;But then all that it means is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll always be dreaming of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it kills me that thats all you'll ever be... my dream-lover... stop mind-stalking me damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-114857348650205147?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114857348650205147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=114857348650205147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAE HOLMES MISSES ALI THE SUPREME!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;imma be your #1 groupie 4eva holmie!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna type this as fast i can cause i dont know when &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ikram&lt;/span&gt;s gonna be back to get &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Parker&lt;/span&gt; off of me... hes over at his friends place and had just dropped off &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Parker&lt;/span&gt; an hour ago cause i needed a USB port to charge &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phoebe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with... cause &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Frankie&lt;/span&gt; is in the Laptop hospital and Fae NEEDS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tomoro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause im going to &lt;strong&gt;SERIA&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;DST Group Roadshow&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Date: 19th May 2006&lt;br /&gt;Time: 08:00 a.m. to 05:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Location: The OGDC Seria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Don't miss this spectacular event. Join the fun and games with our "Host of the day" Dj Jenny of Kristal FM. Lots of cool prizes to be won too!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;haha, i was only informed that my name was put in as a committee member TODAY, and the event is tomoro.. baik jua only jadi penyambut tetamu in the morning at the&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; DST Web Portal and Website Launching&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and a 'volunteer' for the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DST Roadshow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the afternoon.. (meaning all i have to do is walk around with a DST Tshirt on and pretend i know what im talking about if someone asks me about mobilephones,PRIMA plans and EASI reregistration LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the committee members have a special bus to take us to OGDC, we all have to rendezvous at DST Headquarters in the morning... pukul berapa nah? 5.30am... oh my god~~ jadi zombie tah ku nie besok~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mash &lt;/span&gt;is in K.B at the moment, training to be a mom, so i hope she stops by =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres been a dramatic change in routine nowadays.. im not going to bore you with the details, but &lt;strong&gt;May&lt;/strong&gt; has shown to be a very unstable month, unlike &lt;strong&gt;March&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;April &lt;/strong&gt;which were smooth sailing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, when have i shunned change? &lt;em&gt;"Life is random; Change is the only constant, so lets get down, and boogie~"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, updates are gonna be dished out in rapid machine-gun fashion, so lets get it on~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday 13th May 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner than a few hours after i posted my last post &lt;em&gt;(*liquid strength),&lt;/em&gt; i got a call from &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;my friend,&lt;/span&gt; who told me in a deathly calm manner that &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; was gonna be flying off to Singapore the next day to undergo an operation that may or may not save a loved ones life... its not my business to go into detail, but the situation was so intense and worrying that it bordered on surreal. it felt like we were acting out a soap-opera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to RIPAS that night to be there for &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; and a childhood friend, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Fairuz&lt;/span&gt;, was there too.. in between the two of us, we cheered &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; up... we even joked on how cool we were, hanging out in the RIPAS hospital canteen on a saturday night.. hahaha sapa yang hang sana? mana ada kannnn?? mainstream hangout spots like &lt;em&gt;CoffeeBean/Zone&lt;/em&gt; is SOOOO last season =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday 14th May 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a fitful nights sleep, and woke up at 7am (ON A SUNDAY MORNING) wound up tighter than a guitar string.. saja-saja, i asked my dad if i could take the car alone to go to the airport to send her off.. and he said&lt;em&gt; "Agatah"!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just to make things clear, i have NEVER been let out driving all by myself by my parents for more than one stretch of highway at a time.. so him letting me have the car for the whole day was a pretty big milestone in the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Teenage Life of Fae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to commorate the historic event, i decided to kidnap someone =p note, it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9am &lt;/span&gt;on a sunday morning.. i doubt that the birds were even awake yet... i called up &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shairazi&lt;/span&gt; to let him know he was going to be picked up by a rookie driver in 20mins and zoomed off to Lambak to kidnap &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shairazi&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would think a rookie driver would drive cautiously slow on her maiden voyage? hell no, SPEED JUNKIE at 160kmph on the &lt;em&gt;Muara-Tutong coastal highway&lt;/em&gt; babyyyyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day was then spent sending her off, shopping for clothes at the &lt;em&gt;HuaHo Manggis Mall&lt;/em&gt; only to leave with a toothbrush and a &lt;em&gt;Colgate&lt;/em&gt; baloon.. haha.. sent &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Shairazi&lt;/span&gt; back home safe and sound, and zoomed back (another 160kmph race) to jerudong in one piece =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh, watched &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scary Movie 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at Nazs place at night with&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Ikram,Mash&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Naz&lt;/span&gt;... hahaha stupid movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday 15th May 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pinjam-ed &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Babyfaye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Freddie&lt;/span&gt; last saturday (details of that day WILL be posted SOON!)&lt;br /&gt;and i missed &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Freddie&lt;/span&gt;.. plus &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ikram &lt;/span&gt;wanted the last episodes of &lt;em&gt;OTH Season3&lt;/em&gt; which i had nicely downloaded for him on the office computer, so i needed &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Freddie&lt;/span&gt; to transfer the files...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so me and&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; ikram&lt;/span&gt; decided to serbu &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Babyfaye&lt;/span&gt;s workplace bearing gifts as paymnt for the safe return of &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Freddie&lt;/span&gt;, and the gifts were....................... DSTs Jacket Potato! haha a few of my frends have tried it out and i havent heard a single cmplaint yet.. so.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, noone anticipated the chain of events that lead to a container of potato salad dropping on the carpeted floor of &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Faye&lt;/span&gt;s office =s bu i must say, we cleaned up the crime scene pretty well... with a little bit of dishwashing liquid, half a box of tissues and a discreet trip to the outside trashcan, the office was just as usual (albeit with a hint of potato aroma)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got back to the office, fate put me in the same lift as &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"The Gentleman&lt;/span&gt;"... he looked a little kusut, so i asked him "&lt;em&gt;Stressed nampak&lt;/em&gt;?".... and he answered in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perfect.and.fluent.english&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fae&lt;/span&gt; was so close to melting right then and there that it was a blessing the elevatr doors opened into my level... sigh~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday 16th May 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried something new today.. =) i hope ill banish my thunder thighs by summer.. havent worked up a sweat in AGES.. but turns out im in pretty good shape... no muscle cramps no nothing... awesome =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday 17th May 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the UBDians are having their 4-mnth semester break so a lot of them are looking for jobs to pas the time and earn money.. and in a span of two days, ive had three people texting me asking about openings and application forms at DST.. yea sure ill help u, but just dont xpect me to beg the Human Resource people to give u a job when all uve written in ure application form is your bare personal details..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had SUSHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII with a certain &lt;em&gt;'someone'&lt;/em&gt; who for his own safety will nt be named.. haha~ thanks for the treat buiii, sorry that the snails were NASTY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Gentleman"&lt;/span&gt; always hangs out with this guy, who we will name Jay.. and weirdly enough, &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt; has been approaching me.. a lotta girls think hes hot, and i agree, but thats just the extent of it.. and while we were talking, i oh-so-casually asked where &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"The Gentleman"&lt;/span&gt; was.. and &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt; answered&lt;em&gt; "keluar ia... jumpa girlfrennya macam biasa...."&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and u could hear &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Faes &lt;/span&gt;heart breaking into little teeny tiny pieces.....add my name to the list of the broken-hearted...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha dramatic much =p but i WAS pretty bummed to find out&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; "The Gentleman"&lt;/span&gt; has a girlfren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aite imma head to bed.. i have to wake up at 4am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s, the line&lt;em&gt; "the whole worlds against me, but still its all fair"&lt;/em&gt; was taken from a song.. and i hope its alright if i use it... its just a hella cool line =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-114796806956733749?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114796806956733749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=114796806956733749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114796806956733749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114796806956733749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2006/05/shift-gears-and-race-on.html' title='shift gears and race on'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-114749644727972560</id><published>2006-05-13T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T13:00:47.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liquid strength</title><content type='html'>If only strength could be liquidized, bottled, and distributed... Every individual reacts to different situations in different ways. Some might seem strong when faced with a certain situation, but breakdown completely when faced with another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u can find strength in friends... a good friend said to me, when we were staring at the sky while the clock struck midnight and it was a new year, that if 2005 taught him anything, it was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the true meaning of friendship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. all the shit we had to go through, we went through it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each friendship has had their share of challenges. rise up and meet the challenge head on, or scurry away like chickens? ive seen my share of friendships breaking down, and my share of friends shining. and on Tuesday, im proud to say ive seen certain friends shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very close friend of mine was in need of extensive emotional support, and i was proud of the certain individuals that dropped what they were doing to rush in her aid. yea sure, me and her havent had a proper conversation in months, but the strength of our friendship came flooding back as i was dialling her number from memory to ask what had happened.. it didnt matter that i was up to my eyeballs in work and i didnt bring the car that day.. did everything so i could be by her side in her time of need.. her family was like my own, her parents the sweetest people ive had the fortune of knowing.. seeing them all suffer was almost too much to bear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, its times like these that we (your friends) have no way in helping the situation, but we'll do what we do best.. and thats being your &lt;em&gt;comic relief&lt;/em&gt;.. we hope we eased a little of the pain you feel by giving you chances to forget for a few moments and laugh at our lame jokes.. we hope our presence there reminded you that you are certainly not alone.. we'll help in any way we can.. you and your family will be in our prayers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if strength was liquid, let us pour out a round, clink glasses and cheer... drink up guys, we're gonna need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, birthday shout out to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAHMOUD SYAHEER HAJI YUSOFF&lt;br /&gt;aka Syaheir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u dont look a day over 20 i tell u that.. hearts  you sugar.. ill blog about LAST SATURDAY when i have the time yea? in the meantime, biar ia in my drafts folder =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-114749644727972560?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114749644727972560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=114749644727972560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114749644727972560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114749644727972560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2006/05/liquid-strength.html' title='liquid strength'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-114598246438105945</id><published>2006-04-25T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T13:42:13.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets start a new journey (part-1)</title><content type='html'>++ 50Cent feat. Olivia - "Best Friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahoooo &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;BabyFaye&lt;/span&gt; made me a layout *GRINS WIDELY* . fits neatly into my plan on starting a new page of the current chapter in my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is my official thank you to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Baby Faye&lt;/span&gt; - who is one of the &lt;strong&gt;coolEST&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; niceEST&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;MOST talented&lt;/strong&gt; people that i have ever had the good fortune of meeting... love uuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its odd, but after the DST Annual Dinner, i felt it was a good time to really take a good look at my lifestyle and habits and make a few changes.. certain changes are for the greater well-being of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fae&lt;/span&gt; (health,work-habits etc) , while others are just refreshing changes with no other reason than being the question of "Why not?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before we can start a journey forwards, we have to make sure our shoelaes are tied up =p out with the old, in with the new.. there are a few outstanding debts owed to a few people, tangible or intangible, and im doing my hardest to clear these debts... funny thing is, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reza&lt;/span&gt; thinks these 'debts' are owed to 'Loan Sharks' hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a whole week has passed and im still giddy... &lt;em&gt;hyper, euphoric, cheerful, thrilled, upbeat&lt;/em&gt;, and other words that is in the thesaurus under the word "&lt;em&gt;Happy&lt;/em&gt;"... i thought it was the afterglow of the DST dinner, but a week has passed and still i feel the same... methinks its the other extreme of PMS.. blame the hormones.. but whatever it is, i like feeling this way, wakin up with a smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday 24th April 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Monday morning, my dad came in my room saying "&lt;em&gt;barutah kan nampak&lt;/em&gt;!", meaning he hasnt seen me in a long time.. he was in KL from Sunday 15th to Thursday 20th April, and what with me being busy with rehersals and him working all of Sunday 23rd, we only saw each other on Monday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he had a present for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/freddie.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeee Daddy bought me a 30GB Harddisk in KL! and since i told him i wanted to pay him back, he told me that he bargained it to RM60.. a &lt;strong&gt;30GB Sony VIO Harddisk for BND$30&lt;/strong&gt;!! heee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked my friends for suggestions on what to name my new toy, and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Toby&lt;/span&gt; suggested "&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Freddie&lt;/span&gt;", so ta-daa meet &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Freddie&lt;/span&gt;! (to be honest i wanted to name it &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Tobey &lt;/span&gt;after &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Toby&lt;/span&gt;, but dont tell &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Toby&lt;/span&gt; that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at night, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abang&lt;/span&gt; texted from the hostel saying that he wanted to be picked up... and since my parents were busy, they told me to go pick abang up.. usually i bring &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt; along with me, but this time i felt like going alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving alone on the Jerudong highway reminded me of a &lt;em&gt;certain someone&lt;/em&gt; who's image i've kept at the back of my mind... and racing down the highway, i thought of the talks we've had in the car, going down the same highway.. i missed him, and i didnt want to admit it, and i wasn't totally over him.. and a &lt;em&gt;Dewa&lt;/em&gt; song started playing on the stereo, from one of my brothers CDs, and since i was alone, i started singing along..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Dewa - "Larut"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku pernah juga merasakan cinta&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tak pernah seindah ini&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin aku juga pernah merasakan rindu&lt;br /&gt;Tapi tak pernah sedalam ini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mungkin kamu takkan pernah percaya&lt;br /&gt;Bahwa sesungguhnya Aku telah terjatuh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuakui aku telah jatuh&lt;br /&gt;Larut ke dalam, kamu, yang ku cintai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently '&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;larut&lt;/span&gt;' means dissolve or something.. like falling hard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came to UBD, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;abang&lt;/span&gt; texted saying to give him a few more minutes, so i drove to the UBD TAIB ATM to check my balance.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;$4.83&lt;/span&gt; =) coolbeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shairazi&lt;/span&gt; had texted earlier asking if the gang was up for a night out, so while waiting for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Abang&lt;/span&gt;, i called him up.. he was like "&lt;em&gt;Where you at?"&lt;/em&gt; and i said "&lt;em&gt;UBD&lt;/em&gt;" and he yelled "&lt;em&gt;What the hell are u doing at UBD at night???"&lt;/em&gt; hahahah true, last place &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fae &lt;/span&gt;would be at night =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday 25th April 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up feeling like i wanted to skip work, so i texted my boss saying that i felt unwell (lie lie lie) and went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mashes&lt;/span&gt; picked me up at 10.30 and we went to the Standard Chartered ATM at HuaHo Sengkurong, and of all the people to bump into, we bumped into &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ikram &lt;/span&gt;who was shopping with his mom.. he was so shocked to see &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; burst out laughing (i was in the car).. LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after confirming plans to meet up in UBD later on (while Mash was gonna have a Japanese Oral exam, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me Shai&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ikram&lt;/span&gt; would be hanging around UBD), &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; and i went to the TAIB ATM so that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fae&lt;/span&gt; could check if her pay was out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=) =) =) =) =) =) =) =) =) =) =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off me and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; went to the nearest hair salon for some beautifying therapy for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt;.. hehe as a bday present, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fae &lt;/span&gt;lanja-ed &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; the hair therapy session.. we rushed to UBD after numerous texts and misscalls from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ShaIkram&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; was so late for her Japanese Oral that she told me to park the car while she jumped out and ran to her class.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fae&lt;/span&gt; nervous parking kereta &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ShaIkram&lt;/span&gt; at the CLT and hung around by watching videos on &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Frankie&lt;/span&gt; and messing about with &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Freddie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/shaiikram.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ShaIkram&lt;/span&gt; watching Russell Peters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/fathulshaikram.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fathul LYP&lt;/span&gt; lookin' cute with short hair and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ShaIkram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; FINALLY joined us, we were STARVING so rushed in three seperate cars off to &lt;em&gt;Matadoe&lt;/em&gt;... in our quest to imitate F1 racers and dancing along to &lt;em&gt;"BEEP!"&lt;/em&gt; by the &lt;em&gt;Pussycat Dolls&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; and I nearly crashed into a truck that veered suddenly into our lane... and if &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shai &lt;/span&gt;hadnt swerved away, there would have been a pile-up as we braked so suddenly.. and then we had a glimpse of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shai&lt;/span&gt;'s road rage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did we learn from that kids?&lt;br /&gt;1) NEVER race with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shairazi &lt;/span&gt;(i learnt that after i crashed the go-cart at JP cause i was racing with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shai&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;2) DO NOT tailgate people&lt;br /&gt;3) Look out for trucks which have identity crisis' and thinks they're small &lt;em&gt;Smart &lt;/em&gt;cars thus its okay for them to suddenly veer in ure lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrived at &lt;em&gt;Matadoe&lt;/em&gt;s safely, and ordered before we passed out from excitement and starvation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ikram&lt;/span&gt; was supposed to stalk me for the day because it was Payday, but we pointed out that he must be a hell of a high-class stalker to have a meal with the person ure stalking =) try harder &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ikram&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that VERY late lunch, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mash &lt;/span&gt;and i picked&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Iqbal&lt;/span&gt; up and went to Hua Ho Mall to have a lil look-see at office clothes for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fae&lt;/span&gt;.. and there was this GORGEOUS jacket that ive had my eye on since forever.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mash &lt;/span&gt;belikan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday 26th April 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think me and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ikram &lt;/span&gt;have a psychic connection cause something freaky happened... the night before, i was chatting with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Syaheir&lt;/span&gt; and the topic of Fratinis pizza came up, making me hungry for pizza the next day, so i thought of bringing &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ikram&lt;/span&gt; to share a pizza.. then he misscalls! turns out he was thinking of Fratinis too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we brainstorm to crash &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mashes&lt;/span&gt; place at lunchtime and have a spontaneous pizza party.. so with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mashes&lt;/span&gt; presents in the back seat, and two steaming pizzas in takeaway Fratinis boxes, we crash &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mashes&lt;/span&gt; place, followed shortly by &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shai..&lt;/span&gt; another session with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MaShaIkram&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Pizzaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pizzaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hummer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae227.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shai&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ephelant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Jugglingact.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ikram&lt;/span&gt; and his pals, Hummer and Tomato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Makantomato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont eat Tomato &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ikram&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Tomatohead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ikram&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;em&gt;okay fiiine i wont eat him&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/TomatoNY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/pbertingkat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ikram &lt;/span&gt;and Tomato are friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Santashai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Santa is sitting on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shais&lt;/span&gt; lap.. hahaha terbalik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Santashai2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Ohsopretty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i feel pretty...oh so pretty....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was late for work layaning these people hahaha.. but then me and&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; ikram&lt;/span&gt; were rushing the whole lunchtime so whats another 2-minute dash from Lambak to DST riiite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my excuse when my boss asked why i was late?&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;di bank banyak orang.. maklumlah.. gaji kerajaan keluar&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;yeap yeap, blame the government for everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;----------FEBRUARY BABY --------------------&lt;br /&gt;1. Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract.&lt;/span&gt; (true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality&lt;/span&gt;. (changing personality?maybe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Attractive. sexiest out of everyone.&lt;/span&gt; (wahahaha NOOOO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble.&lt;/span&gt; (how can i be temperamental AND shy?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals.&lt;/span&gt; (honest... err open for debate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted.&lt;/span&gt; (true,just ask the M.D admin lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt.&lt;/span&gt; (apakan contradicting jua eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. Gets angry really easily but does not show it.&lt;/span&gt; (nope, patient person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it.&lt;/span&gt; (nyeh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. Horny. Daring and stubborn.&lt;/span&gt; (hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;10. Ambitious. Realizing dreams and hopes. Sharp.&lt;/span&gt; (not that ambitious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;11. Loves entertainment and leisure.&lt;/span&gt; (who doesnt??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;12. Romantic on the inside not outside.&lt;/span&gt; (uhh-huhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;13. Superstitious and ludicrous.&lt;/span&gt; (no im not supersticious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;14. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;/span&gt; (how can i be spendthrift but dislike unnecessary things??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aku sayang si Yani.. ia buat kan testimonial yang rockin' berabis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;"Fae...A name that I feel has 'haunted' me for 5 years. A name I have associated various profiles to. and only until recently have realised that I am wasting my time trying to describe this person. So what am I trying to do now?! LoL. If there is anything I can say about this remarkable woman is that she is 1) Fun to hang out with, though as she says in her profile, "you have been warned" I shall say no more. 2) Funny. for whatever reason, she has sense of humour that makes u believe that a lot of tears n drama actually makes u funnier. (n then u, or at least i, realise no..ure born with it or without) 3) Strong. and i mean that in any sense of the word. she can pinch like a crab. she can stand alone. she can kick ur ass!!! 4) A loyal friend. nuf sed 5) a thirst for life 6) a magnet that thinks its facing the right pole to repel things, but realises a little too late that she's facing the 'attract' pole 7) misunderstood, unappreciated and under estimated 8) too far away from her friends "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooooo.. hehe much love!.. doing a lil self-evaluation...nice to know u have frens that think ure cool =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ill update more soon yes? in the meantime, im gna buy &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Phoebe&lt;/span&gt; off of &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Syaheir&lt;/span&gt; and sending &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Frankie&lt;/span&gt; to the shop to be reformatted..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-114598246438105945?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114598246438105945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=114598246438105945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114598246438105945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114598246438105945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2006/04/lets-start-new-journey-part-1.html' title='lets start a new journey (part-1)'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-114581220802091427</id><published>2006-04-23T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T01:23:00.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malam pesta muda mudi</title><content type='html'>so after a month of night rehersals, frustrations, laughs, and complicating dance steps, last night me and 5 other girls and 5 other guys (including my MD homeboy &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Muaz Danuarta&lt;/span&gt;) performed for &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;the DST 11th Annual Dinner&lt;/span&gt;... the theme was &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Swinging 60s Night&lt;/span&gt;, so we performed 5 60s malay oldies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday 20th April 2006&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the venue for the dinner was the HuaHo Mall Ballroom and the stage was smaller than expected..on Thursday was our first dress rehersal, and i was dancing in really HIGH heels and found out the hard way that u cannot do the Twist in high heels on carpeted floor.. and it was also the first time we had the In-House band with us, playing live (cause we were backup dancers for the performing band) and since we were used to dancing to a cd, the band, with its live sound and crap drumming made our dance all messed up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, at the last minute, our chereographer, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Roslan&lt;/span&gt;, was told by the Organizing Committee that we had to dance to an extra song, sung by one of the &lt;em&gt;Kristal Kids Idol&lt;/em&gt; winners.. uhhh, its two days to showtime and u want us to learn a whole new dance??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday 21st April&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on Friday, the day before the show, us dancers skipped work to go back to the HuaHo Mall Ballroom to get used to the surroundings,music and i was roped in to be in the new dance.. last minute not gooooddd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fae&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Muaz&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;em&gt;hmmmm how are we gonna do this..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended afternoon rehersals at 5pm and was told to be back by 7pm.. so i followed my friend &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lela&lt;/span&gt; home, as she lived just a stones throw away from the HuaHo Mall.. and she has so many nephews and nieces!!! kiut lagi semua tuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae166.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;baby Nabil&lt;/span&gt; who had learnt to walk THAT day, the day i was there, so everyone was pretty excited.. heehee =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went back to the HuaHo Mall and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Roslan&lt;/span&gt; lanja-ed us Nasi Ayam, which we ended up eating on the Ballroom balcony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u see us? can u see us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Muazs&lt;/span&gt; version of an angel..the rehersals ended LATE.. so late that half of us was on the floor wanting to curl up and sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday 22nd April 2006&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MASHES&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/mashbunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best picture of you i could find LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work carrying both costumes and as expected got barraged my questions in the lift.. "&lt;em&gt;the Gentleman"&lt;/em&gt; was in the same lift so malu si&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; fae&lt;/span&gt; jawab all the questions.. just short answers coming out of a blushing face... and "&lt;em&gt;the Gentleman&lt;/em&gt;" kept smiling at me.. *sigh* killer smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 9am, me and one of the guy dancers &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Zuden&lt;/span&gt; ditched work to go to the Hua Ho Mall, even tho we were supposed to have rehersals at 10am.. rasa kan skip work wahhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 12pm, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ikram&lt;/span&gt; picked me up and we zoomed off to gadong to meet up with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mash Naz&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shai&lt;/span&gt;.. it was POURING, and we were getting ready to dash from the car to the walkway when &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shai'&lt;/span&gt;s green pajero stopped in front of us, carrying &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Naz&lt;/span&gt; in the backseat, so me and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ikram &lt;/span&gt;jumped in and we all just parked and goofed around.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Shai&lt;/span&gt; left after 15mins and the rest of us warmed up in McDs with fries =) and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; lanja me Funboy.. wheeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 2.30pm me and&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; ikram&lt;/span&gt; left &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Naz &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; to go to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MasHes&lt;/span&gt; place so &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ikram&lt;/span&gt; could take a short nap and i could take a shower.. at 3pm, he sent me to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Roslan&lt;/span&gt;s Salon to be made up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats when &lt;em&gt;the magic started&lt;/em&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they spent so long on my eyes i nearly fell asleep since i had my eyes closed so long.. and yes those are fake eyelashes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i was wondering what the hell he was doing to my hair.. he was POOF-ing it up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Muaz&lt;/span&gt; under the makeup brush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the Make up artists - &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ka Watie's&lt;/span&gt; son.. cute as hell and kept playing with the water hose at the place where they wash customers hair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end products?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fae&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Amal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hajah, Fad&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Muaz&lt;/span&gt; hamming it for the camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fae &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Liyana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do u see the big hair??? methinks the hairdressers used half a can of hairspray on each of us!! heeeheee as soon as we were ready, jetted to Hua Ho Mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lela, Fad, Liyana, Hajah and Muaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Amal&lt;/span&gt; in our costumes for the Opening Performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and Ham a.k.a "Romi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/LY035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fizah,Fae, and Amal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were so nervous backstage that we took zillions of pictures using each others camera phones.. and when we first saw &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ham&lt;/span&gt; come in with makeup on he looked so different that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fad &lt;/span&gt;decided to tease him by flirting with him.. it escalated to a 60s style drama where &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ham&lt;/span&gt; was "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Romi,hero yang di-rebuti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fad&lt;/span&gt; was the "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mak Minah Cabaret&lt;/span&gt;" that was after "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Romi"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fizah&lt;/span&gt; was the "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Perempuan Dapur&lt;/span&gt;" who "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Romi&lt;/span&gt;" was actually in love with.. funny shit it was... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the performances itself were funny too, what with certain wardrobe malfunctions, for e.g one of the guy dancers were given pants which were too tight for him.. and to add insult to injury, the material looked like it was made out of shiny leather.. eeek.. and during one of the performances. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hajahs&lt;/span&gt; slipper came off, so she had to do a smooth lil two-step to get it back on.. haha.. and i kept tripping over my flares..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesnt it SOOO look like &lt;em&gt;Shakira'&lt;/em&gt;s "&lt;em&gt;Hips Dont Lie&lt;/em&gt;" Skirt? i ADORED this skirt!! it was for my second performance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dinner itself was a blur.. but i remember lots of camera flashes, people not recognizing me, and very yummy food.. i remember screaming in relief with the girls backstage after the Closing performance.. i remember not winning anything for the lucky draw but ecstatic for my friend &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Asrul&lt;/span&gt; who won an &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iBook&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and it was also his birthday that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one night, we were made-up, we were beautiful, we were the centre of attention... but the night ended, and we all went home reliving the fantasy that became a reality =) and after a good shampoo-ing and lots of facial cleansing to get the hairspray and makeup off, we were ourselves again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hajah, Fae, Fad, Liyana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lela&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;DST's Cabaret Girls&lt;/span&gt; heehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-114581220802091427?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114581220802091427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=114581220802091427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114581220802091427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114581220802091427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2006/04/malam-pesta-muda-mudi.html' title='malam pesta muda mudi'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-114473303784025812</id><published>2006-04-11T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:11:05.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo  album</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fae112.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j173/faefaefae/Fae110.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why oh why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-114473303784025812?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114473303784025812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=114473303784025812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114473303784025812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114473303784025812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2006/04/photo-album.html' title='photo  album'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-114456535825296178</id><published>2006-04-09T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T14:57:13.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>behind the mask</title><content type='html'>off day yesterday =) it felt great to just SLEEP in and bang the alarm to quieten when on normal days id have to heed its shrill warning that im gna be late for work if i dont get a move on.. Off days on a saturday are especially awesome cause noone else is home (being at work or school) so noone can wake me up by yelling for me to do chores or what-not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday decided to do a little bit of laundry, so trudged down, with the stereo on full volume (another perk of being home alone) and loaded the washing machine.. and two hours later, i learnt that the time on the washing machine and real-time does NOT match!! the number &lt;strong&gt;"2"&lt;/strong&gt; on the washing machine does not mean 2minutes... so because of disagreements of time between me and the washing machine, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ikram&lt;/span&gt; was forced to wait in the car for an extra 10min when he came to pick me up heehee.. sorry dude~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day was thus spent going around around around the gadong area looking for ingriedients and other stuff.. &lt;a href="http://neuroticsoul.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[details at Mashes Blog]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; what &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; dint mention was when she went off to her class, we kidnapped &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nazmi&lt;/span&gt; and brought him ingriedient shopping with us.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ikram&lt;/span&gt; was in a lagging mood so he kept taking wrong turns haha.. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Naz&lt;/span&gt; was a victim of the indecisiveness thats ALWAYS there when &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ikram&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fae&lt;/span&gt; go out.. hehe sorry&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Naz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later that night, the late supper was a success, and watching &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"V for Vendetta"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on a bad DVD made me so engrossed in trying to catch everything he said that my &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fettucini Carbonara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; became cold.. and it didnt help that the English subtitles were crap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A movie about England under a dictatorship.. hella cool.. the main character&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "V"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; mentioned some Latin phrases that i KNEW i knew, but didnt remember the english translation.. so googled it when i got home =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mea culpa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - &lt;em&gt;through my fault&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remind me to buy the original DVD of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"V for Vendetta"..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the mask scared the bejeesus outta me that i dreamt the mask was haunting me.. but instead of straight black hair like V, this one had red curls... heehee.. my nightmares are weird..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shopping list is growing.. and for those of you i havent gotten the chance to tell yet, i was recently promoted at work.. now a certified permanent &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DST&lt;/span&gt; worker, - &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at 19&lt;/span&gt; haha..(can u believe im the youngest permanent worker they've ever had? hella cool)... but being a permanent worker,ignoring the benefits (and there are a LOT of benefits), i am obligated to come to the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DST Annual Dinner&lt;/span&gt;,or id have to pay nearly $100 for not showing up.. and the annual dinner is on &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mashes&lt;/span&gt; bday.. i hope &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; has a test or something that night so she wont make any bday plans hehehe jahat wah (SORRY &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MASHES&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the "times-two" payrise is really gonna help contribute to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dont-Let-Fae-Starve-In-UK"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; fund.. but there are still some debts to clear, and some necissities that i need to spend on at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Melina&lt;/span&gt; was here because shes&lt;em&gt; awesome&lt;/em&gt; to have around while gadget shopping.. i need to buy a decent digital camera, and an external harddisk for &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Frankie&lt;/span&gt;.. i have to send him to be re-formatted so i need a place to dump my &lt;strong&gt;10GB of songs&lt;/strong&gt;.. argh... and im torn between buying an &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;iPod Nano&lt;/span&gt; or a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Zen&lt;/span&gt; as an mp3player cause i plan to do a lot of travelling in the UK and i HATE public transportation without music.. i even hate walking/jogging without being plugged into an mp3 player... but if i buy an&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; iPod Nano&lt;/span&gt;, CERTAIN people will think im copying them =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyone who can give me info abt bargains concerning 10-20GB external hardisks, DigiCams or mp3 players, mucho appreciated.. muchas gracias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Toby&lt;/span&gt; is leaving for Korea on the 22nd.. and straight to U.K in september to study..i dont know how i feel about that........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago, my screen nick was &lt;strong&gt;"fake fake fake fake fake you F**KING FAKE*...&lt;/strong&gt; i was angry at a certain person who is always a walking contradiction... some people call her a hypocrite, the more nicer ones call her unpredictable;inconsistent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick of her hiding behind her numerous masks.. people expect her to act a certain way, and sometimes she does act that way, sometimes she suprises people by doing the opposite.. i can never predict her next move, shes too impulsive, but sometimes shes manipulative and plays her cards just right while using everyone as pawns..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id like to think that shes a good person, but there are certain times when she just disappoints me.. how many times has she hurt the people around her? the ones that have done nothing but be good to her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to cut her off, but shes a big part of me.. everytime i look in the mirror, she has a different mask on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-114456535825296178?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114456535825296178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=114456535825296178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114456535825296178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114456535825296178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2006/04/behind-mask.html' title='behind the mask'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-114434293972126898</id><published>2006-04-07T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T01:11:24.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pseudo-boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;it all started with an innocent question... i asked him if he had a girlfriend, and in one smooth move, he threw back the question "why? do you wanna be my girlfriend?"... haha and why not? so thats how i became &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Syaheir&lt;/span&gt;'s 'girlfriend'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so from then on,every msn conversation opens with a "hey baby" or something similar, followed by a laugh... even at the M.D Prom, we said hi by saying "heyyyy here's my girlfriend/boyfriend" (which i might add, earned me dagger-looks from a couple of girls who was obviously eyeing my 'boyfriend')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this type of relationship is what i love to call &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"pseudo-couples"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; two people getting together purely on a joke basis, pretending to be all lovey-dovey and have tons of laughs poking fun at how real couples act and talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had so many &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"pseudo-boyfriends"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that one best friend commented that if they were all real boyfriends id be a certified player =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have to admit having a "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pseudo boyfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" takes a lot of peer pressure off of you... ive scared off certain guys who previously couldnt take 'no' for an answer by putting &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Syaheirs &lt;/span&gt;picture as my display picture.. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weirdly enough ive always liked the guy =p hahaha i remember back in M.D when i was talking to &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Babyfaye,&lt;/span&gt; and he walked past,saying hi to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;babyfaye&lt;/span&gt;, and when he was gone i was mouthing to &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;babyfaye&lt;/span&gt;"KIUT JUAAAA?".. and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;babyfaye&lt;/span&gt; says indifferently "yea he is cute, thats &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;syaheir&lt;/span&gt; for you"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and during my Hari Raya open house, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Babyfaye&lt;/span&gt; brought him along, and he was weirdly excited abt the satay.. =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of all the places to bump into him, was in DST reception hall,because he had an interview scheduled.. and he hurriedly told me that his chin was all scabby cause he had an accident with a tub of hot wax... something about him being the guinea pig/model for his sister who was taking a beauty exam, and part of it was for him to have a wax job done, and instead of cold wax, they put hot wax on him.. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the beginning of the year finally got a hold of his email, and started to chat to him, only to find out hes every bit as crazy like &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Babyfaye&lt;/span&gt;.. charming and witty too, but no way modest about it. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;babyfaye&lt;/span&gt; are currently making plans for all three of us being in the same flight to the UK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Flight to United Kingdom = 18 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Faye&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fae&lt;/span&gt; = [&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fa(y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;)e X 2&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;18hours of [&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fa(y)e X 2&lt;/span&gt;] + &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Syaheir&lt;/span&gt; = headache for everyone around us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this post is dedicated to my hottie of a 'boyfriend' - &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Syaheir&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since you're gna give me candy for everytime i mention your name, here goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir&lt;br /&gt;Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir&lt;br /&gt;Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir&lt;br /&gt;Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir&lt;br /&gt;Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir&lt;br /&gt;Syaheir Syaheir Syaheir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38 times Sugar =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-114434293972126898?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114434293972126898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=114434293972126898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114434293972126898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114434293972126898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2006/04/pseudo-boyfriend.html' title='pseudo-boyfriend'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-114331788377336370</id><published>2006-03-26T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T00:00:56.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unconditional friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY TO &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;BABYFAYE&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j173/faefaefae/Fae041.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess friendship is kinda like gambling, you give all you got, throw the dice, and pray it lands so that you get rewards. but more often than not, you dont get what you give...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend has taught me that friendship is unconditional.. you give and give, and it wont matter if u get rewards back... thats real friendship... you dont do favours or good deeds just to expect something back... its not a "you give me advice today, and i'll lend you my shirt tomoro" kinda thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i get that.. unconditional friendship.. but theres a line between unconditional friendship and downright un-appreciation... when you're picked up when needed and put down when you've done your job.. i'm not your therapist. im your friend. dont ask so much from me and when stuff goes wrong blame ME for it, when all i did was give you ADVICE, not ORDER you how to live your life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong, i'm here for all my friends, but when you DRAG me down with your goddamn drama (that, i shud note, could have been avoided if u had used your goddamn BRAIN) when i have my own stuff to sort out, and then be all M.I.A when i need an ear to unload on, thats just messed up man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that off my shoulders, guess what i did today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in a seething mood, so i needed to get rid of some excess energy. i cleaned my room, then went down to get an orange.. i opened the fridge and suddenly had the urge to clean it out =P so i decided, hell why not, lets clean the fridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found a lot of funny stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j173/faefaefae/Fae091.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Himalayan Goji juice WHAT THE HELL IS THAT????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j173/faefaefae/Fae090.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt;, the same &lt;em&gt;Peach Cobbler Baby food&lt;/em&gt;... try n count how many months its been in the fridge.. *throws it out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, one of my colleagues, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ka Asrina&lt;/span&gt;, had her Nikah function, so my whole unit played hooky from work and went over to her place, all decked out in our finest bajus, to give support to anther who was gna join the Wives Club.. hehehe she looked pretty all decked in white but sayang i tak ambil gambar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j173/faefaefae/DSC01601.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sayangs in DST, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Myrna&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Qis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j173/faefaefae/Fae089.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ka As'&lt;/span&gt; nikah, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mashes&lt;/span&gt; picked me up and we started jetting to and fro jerudong and lambak.. i think in one night we went to and fro 4 times... haha, we were shopping for her nephew, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hamiz's&lt;/span&gt; birthday present, and i kept seeing &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pink Panther dolls&lt;/span&gt; everywhere... i had a feeling that i was gonna meet someone that night.. and half an hour later, we met &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kelvin&lt;/span&gt;,and he was with the twins - &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Liyana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Diyana&lt;/span&gt; who were in Ugama with me.. it was awesome cause we remembered each other, after all those years... and weirdly enough i never had any problem telling them apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah MD Prom pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j173/faefaefae/Fae067.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j173/faefaefae/Fae069.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j173/faefaefae/Fae070.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i80.photobucket.com/albums/j173/faefaefae/DSC00143.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill resizze them nanti. cause, my god, its 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;++ no, i havent told anyone about you. they wouldnt believe me anyway.... maybe this distance will help erase your image from my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-114304959824590809</id><published>2006-03-23T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T02:06:44.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back on track</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;god knows Life has given me so much to blog about that i dont blog at all... haha this post is going to be rambling so leave now if u want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syukur alhamdullilah march has been a very progressive month. in the beginning of the month i snt in my UCAS form, and had a nerve wracking appointment with my doctor. Good news was dished out, and a medical letter was issued blessing me to be "Asymptomatic" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a·symp·to·mat·ic ( P ) Pronunciation Key (smp-t-mtk)&lt;br /&gt;adj.&lt;br /&gt;Neither causing nor exhibiting symptoms of disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;a·symp·to·mat·ic (smp-t-mtk)&lt;br /&gt;adj.&lt;br /&gt;Neither causing nor exhibiting symptoms of disease&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A visit to the Ministry of Education yielded happy results too, the two conditions that they laid down suddenly seemed within reach... one was already in my grasp; the medical letter, while the other condition was an offer from a University... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;checked my UCAS (only babyfaye and syaima know what ACTUALLY HAPPENED that night) and what do i see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cardiff University - P900 - UNCONDITIONAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha now to wait for the official offer letter, and to pass both letters to the M.O.E.... i hope everything goes smoothly....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankie&lt;/span&gt; keeps being infected... i had to send him to the computer workshop to fix his bluetooth... maybe its all the bluetoothing of songs to the phone =) or the fact that i keep dropping frankie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i listen to mostly hip-hop schtuff now, to avoid spiralling into emo moods... its hard to feel Emo when ure listening to lyrics like &lt;em&gt;"im in love with a stripper~~"&lt;/em&gt; or "&lt;em&gt;you gotta big heart but im looking at your *beep*"&lt;/em&gt; hahaha i blame &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Qis&lt;/span&gt; for leting me upload her brothers 200 hiphop songs from his mp4 player... ive nearly memorized the &lt;em&gt;Chris Brown&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Bow Wow&lt;/em&gt; albums now thanks to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Qis&lt;/span&gt;' brother...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for kicks i typed in the word &lt;em&gt;"playa"&lt;/em&gt; in the Limewire search engine, and among the usual Hiphop songs, i found :- &lt;em&gt;"Dont Wanna Be A Playa":- INCUBUS feat Big Pun&lt;/em&gt;... i was like, WHAT THE HELL, INCUBUS AND BIG PUN?? turned out to be a SCHWEEETTT song... just like the Linkin Park collabo with Jay-Z.. rock and hiphop!!! so compromise for fae =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we're on the topic of music, been bouncing around ideas for lyrics to a friends song.. the hard part is that its supposed to be rap lyrics.. rusty... but the topic under discussion is cool =) dont wanna say just yet..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive also gotten hold of an audio clip of my friend singing a song to her boyfriend.. she has such a beautiful voice.. raw talent, but awesome nonetheless... the song was so sad, i nearly teared up, so instead i just grabbed the guitar and tried out some guitar chords to the song... but it sounded horrible (long nails and plucking on the guitar is a no-no)... maybe ill do a rough edit of the audio clip with the help of some of the LYP people...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bank balance is zero and wallet is empty, literally not even a dime to my name, but weirdly enough i dont really mind... usually i'll go crazy having no money, but i realized its a good reason to lay low for a few...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then free meals are coming my way =) on Tuesday, my Head of Unit invited the whole unit to her house because her maLaysian mother, who was visitng from K.L, was cooking a full malaysian meal... all of it was DAMN SPICY, tapi si &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Fae&lt;/span&gt; inda kira, NYAMAN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prince owes me a sushi date, and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Raeky&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Riduan&lt;/span&gt; wants to bring me out for a movie before &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Riduan&lt;/span&gt; leaves for UK.. and some of my colleagues are gna be celebrating their birthdays soon, so more free food =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason for my being broke is the non-stop shopping sprees with&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; MaShaIkram&lt;/span&gt;... new phone, new kicks, prom prom prom~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a nut shell last two weeks was a whirlwind of activity. Shopping sprees, STPRI-SOAS prom, two nights of six-star luxury at empire with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mash and family&lt;/span&gt;, meeting up with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sham&lt;/span&gt;, who came back from Korea, crashing the Maktab Duli Prom, dance rehersals for the DT annual dinner, drama drama drama that we had to spectate... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peppered in between these memorable moments i watched &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nip/Tuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on DVDs, which is about the lives of these two plastic surgeons... AWESOME stuff.. thin line between "getting work done" and unrealistic exppectations... there was a scene where this guy was so power hungry he traded his girlfriend for a &lt;strong&gt;Lambourghini&lt;/strong&gt;... haha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 2am, im going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++ to &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;R.J&lt;/span&gt;:- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;you dont know it, but Friendship and Cupid have been fighting for my heart to give to you. Cupid reaps happier rewards, but Friendship takes better care of hearts. i know you wouldn't believe me if i told you this, but i've fallen for you.. i'm not going to act on these feelings, because that will just be wrong. ill just bottle up these feelings and throw it out to sea... let them float away, and not hurt anyone who we're close to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Goodnight you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-114304959824590809?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114304959824590809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=114304959824590809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114304959824590809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114304959824590809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2006/03/back-on-track.html' title='back on track'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-114158097297998892</id><published>2006-03-06T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T02:12:37.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories etched in stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;my legs ache. my body is exhausted. muscles crave rest, tendons sore. but my mind is sharp, and thoughts never stop forming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i helped out &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ikram&lt;/span&gt; and his friend &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt; take photographs and videos at the &lt;strong&gt;"P.T.E Class of '78 Reunion"&lt;/strong&gt; at the Maktab Duli Auditorium. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Carol's mom&lt;/span&gt; is in the organizing committee and they felt they should have extra photographers going around recording this memorable event thus &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ikram, Carol,&lt;/span&gt; their friend &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mamat&lt;/span&gt; and myself were recruited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filming the function, felt like looking through the lens of nostalgia. The four of us were'nt a part of the memories that unfolded, but we were allowed to peek in. Wrinkled faces smiled at the sight of old friends, laughter rang at the reminders of years long gone. The sight of happiness in their weathered faces, showed me that memories truly are forever cherished, and friendships can last over decades. I watched through the rectangular 4-megapixel screen as for one afternoon, these men and women were unburdened of their day to day responsibilities, and were allowed to be carefree again. Just like they were in 1978.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one part of the function where they read the Surah Al-Fatihah for the members of Class '78 who had passed away. One name was read out, and the whole auditorium burst into hushed murmurs. I looked questioningly at my crew. and it hit me, these people didnt know that the person who's name was now potrayed on the overhead projector screen was now deceased. Further prodings revealed he was a well-liked man in their school days, and it was a sad shock to know that he has returned to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would we react if we were in these peoples shoes? Someone who you havent contacted in over 20 years, and you found out hes now gone. How fragile Life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we were on our feet for the most of six hours, the thousands of smiles we managed to record was worth the ache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I interviewed some of the men and women present, asking them things like their fondest memories, who was the class clown, did they have crushes back in the day. When &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Carol, Ikram, Nobel, Carols mom&lt;/span&gt; and i were back in &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Carol&lt;/span&gt;s house watching the footage that we taped, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Carol's mom&lt;/span&gt; commented that i should work in Media, apparently because I did a good job interviewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I logged into UCAS when i got back home, to check the status of my University applications.. no answers yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i WANT to do &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Media&lt;/span&gt;, i WANT to do &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;..i WANT to be taught how to proof-read articles, to design a magazine cover, to edit video footage. but i HAVE a scholarship in &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Communication Studies&lt;/span&gt;, i APPLIED for &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Communication courses&lt;/span&gt;, I NEED a degree in something that is NOT limited to &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wants and needs are never the same. But if we're lucky, Life will present us with a compromise. And if we're smart, we take it with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;[...  i whispered in your ear, but you didnt hear the three words i said... ]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-114158097297998892?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114158097297998892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=114158097297998892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114158097297998892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114158097297998892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2006/03/memories-etched-in-stone.html' title='memories etched in stone'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-114131443177345327</id><published>2006-03-02T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:47:11.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty maids all in a row</title><content type='html'>yesterday,Wednesday the 1st of March, Fae, Qis and Nurul, armed with two badminton rackets, sneaked into the DST Sports Hall after work and played badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/DSC01474.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fae against Nurul, the handalest&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/DSC01485.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; Qis having fun with her camera&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/DSC01478.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; Fae "Chuuup baaaa"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/DSC01486.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; Nurul laughing at how crap and crazy Qis and Fae were&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; In a moment of boredom, two little girls found the joys of a camera phone. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Menminime1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; Nana - "Aliya, Smile!" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Menminime2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aliya starts getting the hang of it &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Menminime3.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; Aliya - " Hey this isnt so hard"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Menminime5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aliya - "Waheyyy this is fun!" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Menminime6.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Menminime7.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Menminime10.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Menminime9.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Menminime8.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Menminime12.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Menminime11.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; Kiss Goodbye!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Should i name my first daughter Aliya? cana alee? hehehe~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-114131443177345327?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114131443177345327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=114131443177345327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114131443177345327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114131443177345327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2006/03/pretty-maids-all-in-row.html' title='pretty maids all in a row'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-114071626778373287</id><published>2006-02-24T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T01:47:48.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choreographed umbrella twirling</title><content type='html'>well that was FUN!! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill post pictures up soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi kalau kamu rajin, nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationalday.org.bn"&gt;www.nationalday.org.bn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapi mana kamu rajin kan? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You called to say you wanted out.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't say I blame you now.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you've got to fall&lt;br /&gt;before you're found out.&lt;br /&gt;Well thanks for waiting this long to show yourself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause now that I can see you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you're worth a second glance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for all the promises you made, they served you well&lt;br /&gt;and now you're gone and they're wasted on me.&lt;br /&gt;So much for your &lt;strong&gt;endearing sense of charm&lt;/strong&gt;, it served you well&lt;br /&gt;and now it's gone and you're wasted on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that &lt;strong&gt;all you've got is all you're gonna get&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so much for, so much more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that all you've got is all you're gonna get,&lt;br /&gt;so much for, so much more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five points on who im talking about. lets just move along shall we?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-114071626778373287?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114071626778373287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=114071626778373287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114071626778373287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114071626778373287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2006/02/choreographed-umbrella-twirling.html' title='choreographed umbrella twirling'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-114061673486574476</id><published>2006-02-22T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T02:07:35.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DST represent!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tomorrow is the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;National Day Celebration&lt;/span&gt;!!! hahah i am oddly hyper about it... the people who are representing DST are being given so much merchandise with the DST Group logo on it i feel like a constant advertising space =) but its all good cause, DST REPRESENT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;on Monday morning, we were having &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;National Day Practise&lt;/span&gt; in the DST Sorts Hall and we ended around 10.30am, and our supervisor said he had a 'present' for us... we were each handed a little card and it was a voucher for *DRUM ROLLLLLLLL* SHOES!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahaha yeap, DST has sponsored each of us a pair of shoes~~~ just when i was having a craving for new kicks =p =p &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so 10 of us DST staff people, including me, plus my little sister,&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nana&lt;/span&gt;, kidnapped a DST driver, hijacked a company van and left the Headquarters to go to Gadong and ambush the indians at Mufakat Sports store LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we all left the store an hour later hugging shoeboxes =) too bad the store didnt carry Nikes or Adidas' in my size.. kalau inda........... hehehe... settle for white and baby-blue tennis shoes that look like futsal shoes saja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so i get free shoes, thats reason enough to be enthusiastic about &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;National Day&lt;/span&gt; right??? next on my list is the brown and purple Vans =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;AND FRANKIE IS CURED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooohooo~~~ for a few weeks he has been lagging as hell, and i found out he had some worms in him.. and whenever i tried to delete them it kept coming back... &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ikram&lt;/span&gt; suggested i send Frankie to be re-formatted but i refused.. its SUICIDE!! id have to back up the 8GB of music files and the 1GB of &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nanas&lt;/span&gt; pictures.. (haha wish i could say i was kidding) .. then &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hakim&lt;/span&gt; recommended i run a scan through it and WAAAAAHHHEEEEYYY FRANKIE IS DIS-INFECTED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i guess thats what you get when u un-install &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Norton Anti-Virus&lt;/span&gt;... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-114061673486574476?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114061673486574476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=114061673486574476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114061673486574476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114061673486574476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2006/02/dst-represent.html' title='DST represent!!'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-114037062249821847</id><published>2006-02-20T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T01:37:02.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaboo Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home from Miri at 8.30pm, and crashed on the couch, woke up at 9.59pm cause i set the alarm so id wake up at 10pm to go online cause i got a text from SOMEONE saying he needed someone to talk to... so all sleepy,groggy and blur, Fae goes on MSN to chat to him...and after attempting to cheer him up for a 15mins he suddenly dissapears... both his status and his girlfriend's status suddenly turns into "AWAY" mode.... hmmmmmmm... *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you only need me when noone else is there hrm? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while waiting for when im needed again, i blog-hopped and chatted with Fathul and Faez.. oh wait, cross Faez, he just logged off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just went on Ali's blog and read his post about his report... damn that must be crushing... on a normal day when Ali's ego is sky-high, he would never admit that hes been studying, prolly just say hes been chilling, but when he says hes been studying, i bet hes studied his ass off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ali:- Jangan risau Ali, your full potential will shine out soon =) i want to see you get Senior First Officer in under three years man... then Captaincy terus... i bet u they gave u a grade 4 sebab tulisan Ali masih macam kanak kanak... cuba try cursive, terus jadi Grade 1 tuuuu =) i know you'll make us proud; heck we already are =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i blog-hopped some more, and found Azim's blog and Zahir's livejournal.. i miss Shitload.. u actually learnt a lot from it.. never ceased to amaze me the shit these guys can find on the Internet.. im malas to plug them in, so just go to Cyde-Ones blog for their links..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY SHIT, the swirly just fell!!! ahahahahaha SCARED THE SHIT OUTTA ME.. when i say 'swirly' i mean the Room Decoration that one of my best friends gave me, that i hung up when i was in that weird 're-decorating of my room' phase... anyhoo, the string snapped and it fell, made such a loud crash it scared the living daylights outta me cause i thought it was the ceiling fan that fell... hahaha baik jua i wasnt standing anywhere under it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where was i? oh i was gna paste up a conversation that cheered me up.. i was kinda feeling down cause i was chatting withsome over-seas buddies and they were telling me about the fun they had with each other when they met up.. and they also went to the All American Rejects concert in London.. effing, i liked AAR even before anyone knew about them! and they get to see them live before me.. no faiw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea, the conversation :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;bah bila fae ke london ani kan&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;ariatu flight delay!!&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;faez sama kel tunggu udah tu&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;di heathrow&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;nantitah ill get u a private jet&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;coz fae has got to come here&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;no excuses&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;so if a private jet costs a million bucks&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;and my allowance is 500 a month&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;i wud be in loan for about..&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;most of my lifetime&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;but its ok&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;how about THE REST of ure lifetime&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;the rest of my lifetime is spent on kicks lah&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;yknow i gotta stay fresh like dat&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;bah faez sama si kel ikut private jet atu with ali flying it&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha BAH&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt; tapi si fae mesti have the master bedroom at the back ah&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;kamu the spare room aja&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah mestilah, fae queen gaboo&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;oh oh &lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll name the plane, Gaboo Air&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhahahaha&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;dats so cool&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;awesomeeeee&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;"this is your pilot Ali speaking, and thank you for flying Gaboo Air"&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;omg omg&lt;br /&gt;/frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;we'll be arrivin in heathrow shortly&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;so Kel and faez jadi stewards cause dorang pretty boys~~~&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;wutever u say&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;"peanuts miss?"&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;"can i fluff ure pillow?"&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;no man on my jet theres only chocolate&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;but i like those airplane peanuts  &lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;hrm, so does bil&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;bah we keep em&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;tapi stocknya faez dgn bil makan saja&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;oh are we gonna pick bil up from kl too?&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;yeap, &lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;and Leeds for Yani and Reza&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;but then dorang'll have to sleep on the chairs saja&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;Naj dulu lah in Japan&lt;br /&gt;//frankie// says:&lt;br /&gt;awu ah nada spare bedroom lagi&lt;br /&gt;imaginative peace says:&lt;br /&gt;lol awu ah cant forget bout naj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaboo Air, hell that cracked me up... i wish i had a private jet.. pick up everyone all over the world, Mel in Wales, Reza,Yani, the folks in London, Aussie, K.L, the homies in Brunei...then when everyones on-board, tell Ali to press "Auto-pilot" then have a party a million miles in the air.. up in the clouds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who says we cant dream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-114037062249821847?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114037062249821847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=114037062249821847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114037062249821847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114037062249821847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2006/02/gaboo-air.html' title='Gaboo Air'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-114018876738697745</id><published>2006-02-17T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T23:06:07.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day Lessons</title><content type='html'>Things i learnt on Valentines Day:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DONT wear the colour red to work/Uni, intentionally or un-intentionally, as you WILL be subject to teasing or offers to become a "Valentines Day" mascot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DONT hang out with other couples, as they will either be a)MUSHY or b)having an argument regardless of your precense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DO hang with other un-attached people... 1) Anti-Valentine people are amusing, but CAN get tiring &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) people with their Valentines overseas are a good choice as they wont whine about their inability to get a Valentine, but DO expect them to tune out while you'e talking, as they have other things/people on their minds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)people regarding Valentines day as "just another day" are the most fun ones to hang with.. you can joke to each other about how pathetic the rest of the world is, in comparison to the 'cool' two of you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DONT have lunch/dinner at places listed in the "Top 10 Romantic Places to Eat in Brunei" e.g, Fratinis, West Street Cafe... but then even McDonalds have Valentine Set Meals, so you're pretty much screwed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- if you DO have a date for Valentines day, make sure both of you know just what type of date it is.. Valentines Day can make a simple "lets-go-somewhere-to-chill-and-get-to-know-each-other-better" date evolve into a "romantic-dinner-with-hidden-ulterior-motives" type date... its the romanitic undertones of Valentines that make everything have mixed signals..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- if you happen to be walking alone in a public space, e.g The Mall, and there are couples everywhere you look, DO develop a confident stance... project the image "Single Independant" not "Unwanted Doormat".. no matter how uncomfortable the smug stares of the attached couples..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DONT ask someone out on a date just so you wont be alone on Valentines Day.. ultimate LOW.. and you could be sending out mixed signals to the hopefuls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh, just stupid stuff coming outta my head =p&lt;br /&gt;hope the shoutbox is up soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i opened my email inbox to Kaka M.J asking me if i wanted to participate in her University project for her Communications Honours Course.. and its about the Social Effects of Friendster in the Bruneian Community.. which i think is TOTALLY AWESOME.. and damn.. i had the idea of doing a study on Friendster and how it effects the teenage community of Brunei ever since i saw most of the users in MaktabDulis ICT Lab logged into Friendster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the MJ family.. i even bumped into M.J the Third at the Mall on Valentines night.. hes grown up!! no more shy little boy with gaboo cheeks that me n Mel picked up from PDS.. HE came up to ME in Best Eastern, and terus salam-ed me.. at first i was like "who on earth is this boy".. panya MJ3!! holding roses no less.. he claimed he was on a "just-friends" date.. sigh, hes turning 15 methinks... they grow up so fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day Practise tomoro.. and ever since i dragged Nana along, and more people joined, its more fun.. hehe~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-114018876738697745?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/114018876738697745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=114018876738697745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114018876738697745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/114018876738697745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day-lessons.html' title='Valentines Day Lessons'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-113985365952008061</id><published>2006-02-14T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T02:16:36.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets surf the emotional waves</title><content type='html'>its valentines day.. well, its 1.46am so yea, its the beginning of valentines day... the first hour and a half of Valentines 2006 was spent on the phone with Andy, moaning about each of our love lives, and me polishing off half a tub of strawberry icecream while i listen to Andy's insecurities.. if only the rest of our frens could see us tonight mate, they wouldnt believe that was us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yea, each of us are allowed to have insecurities.. no matter the mask we project to the public, its still our human right to breakdown and whine once in a while... we cant be all happy-happy-clouds in the sky ALL THE TIME can we?? its more exhausting being carefree, if that even makes sense.. this rant has been based on several assumptions that funny clowns cant cry... oh we CAN cry, we just dont wanna ruin the mask.. it aint waterproof ya know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my god what am i on about?? i guess im just a mess of emotions.. nervous about tomoros..oh wait, LATERS appointment with the Big Doc.. and this whole 'dinner' thing is starting to bug me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u want us to be frens, why make a big deal about a dinner?on Valentines day no less... do u just not wat to be alone tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sick of people offering and when i have the guts to take a step forward and take it, the hand is snapped back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i like you"&lt;br /&gt;"i like you too.."&lt;br /&gt;"oh wait, no, im too scared to do anything, i take it back..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha that was the "Office Crush" back in 2005.. that was dumb.. dumb dumb dumb.. and fae was really into him lagitu... faluiiii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and why do i keep thinking about YOU? ure supposed to be NOTHING to me... NOTHING... then why do i miss you and wish you were here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID VALENTINES... makes u unlock and think of all the stuff that was safely kept in a locked box...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah Andy, lets go out on Valentines night and watch "Fun with Dick and Jane"... at least we'll keep our sanity intact for a few hours longer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-113985365952008061?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113985365952008061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=113985365952008061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113985365952008061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113985365952008061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2006/02/lets-surf-emotional-waves.html' title='lets surf the emotional waves'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-113782010500090614</id><published>2006-01-21T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T13:08:25.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i forgive you, but my tommy gun dont.</title><content type='html'>I'm &lt;strong&gt;heaven sent&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't you dare forget&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am all you've ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;What all the other boys all promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sorry I told.&lt;br /&gt;I just needed you to know.&lt;br /&gt;I think in decimals and dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am the cause to all your problems.&lt;br /&gt;Shelter from cold.&lt;br /&gt;We are never alone.&lt;br /&gt;Coordinate brain and mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Then ask me what it's like to have myself so figured out.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this song starts a craze.&lt;br /&gt;The kind of song that ignites the airwaves.&lt;br /&gt;The kind of song that makes people glad to be where they are&lt;br /&gt;With whoever they're there with.&lt;br /&gt;This is war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every line is about who I don't wanna write about anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hope you come down with something they can't diagnose,&lt;br /&gt;Don't have the cure for.&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to your grudge.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's so hard to have someone to love.&lt;br /&gt;And keeping quiet is hard.&lt;br /&gt;`Cause you can't keep a secret if it never was a secret to start.&lt;br /&gt;At least pretend you didn't wanna get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're&lt;strong&gt; concentrating on falling apart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were contenders, now throwing the fight.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna believe (x3)&lt;br /&gt;...in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,&lt;strong&gt; we're so controversial&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We are entirely smooth.&lt;br /&gt;We admit to the truth.&lt;br /&gt;We are the best at what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And these are the words you wish you wrote down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is the way you wish your voice sounds,&lt;br /&gt;Handsome and smart.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, &lt;strong&gt;my tongue's the only muscle on my body that works harder than my heart&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And it's all from watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;And from speedin' up my breathing.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't stop if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, it hurts to be this good&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're holding on to your grudge.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it hurts to always have to be&lt;br /&gt;Honest with the one that you love.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're concentrating on falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;We were contenders, now throwing the fight.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna believe (x3)&lt;br /&gt;...in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(whispered) This is intolerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the grace only we can bestow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the price you pay for loss of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This is the break in the bend.&lt;br /&gt;This is the closest of calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the reason you're alone.&lt;br /&gt;This is the rise and the fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're concentrating on falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;We were contenders, now throwing the fight.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna believe (x3)&lt;br /&gt;...in us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005, Gaboo, we were wrong, it did get worse. 2006, we better be ready.&lt;br /&gt;dramaqueendiaries, fuck that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-113782010500090614?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113782010500090614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=113782010500090614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113782010500090614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113782010500090614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-forgive-you-but-my-tommy-gun-dont.html' title='i forgive you, but my tommy gun dont.'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-113324097517484197</id><published>2005-11-29T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T13:09:35.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>downplaying the despair</title><content type='html'>more bad news have been thrown at me that ive given up keeping count... and ive also given up telling people about it.. my mind has been twisted left and right in more ways than one that its fast assuming the shape of a giant pretzel.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and PLEASE stop trying to get me down.. i have other things around me that have the power to do that that i dont need YOU to whine around me. my god, ure blinded by ure need to be the center of attention that u cant see the good things around you.. right now i kinda hate you =) &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Taking hold. Breaking in.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The pressures on&lt;/span&gt;, need to circulate.Mesmerized and taken in. Moving slow, so it resonates.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's time to rest, not to sleep away&lt;/span&gt;. My thoughts alone, try to complicate. I'll do my best, to seek you out, and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;be myself, not impersonate&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i tried so hard to not walk away, and when things didn't go my way, I'll still carry on and on just the same.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've always been strong. But can't make this happen&lt;/strong&gt;. 'Cause I need to breathe, I want to breathe you in. &lt;strong&gt;The fear of becoming, So tired of running. Cause I need to breathe&lt;/strong&gt;, I want to breathe you in. I want to breathe you in.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going in, so &lt;strong&gt;cover me&lt;/strong&gt;. Your compass will, help me turn the page. The laughing stock I'll never be. Because &lt;strong&gt;I won't let them take me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-113324097517484197?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113324097517484197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=113324097517484197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113324097517484197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113324097517484197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/downplaying-despair.html' title='downplaying the despair'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-113281117022685421</id><published>2005-11-24T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T13:52:35.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Infidelity.</title><content type='html'>i read this in a magazine. Its about emotional affairs, where u dont actually 'cheat' on ure partner with someone else, but rather have "head sex"... where theres something 'more' going on between u and a 'platonic' friend.. someone u swear to all ure girlfriends that "hes just a friend".. but actually, theres more to it.. a kind of connection between u two... but again, ure not cheating on ure partner, at least not physically... just.... emotional infidelity.... &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read this....And rolled on the floor laughing.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;QUIZ: ARE YOU HAVING AN EMOTIONAL AFFAIR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;There are red flags that your "innocent" relationship may be sexier than you think. Here's how to recognize whats combustible and what's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;1) Do you pay special attention tohow you look before you see your "platonic" friend?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;2) Do you think crush-like thoughts, such as "He'd love this outfit"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;3)Do you touch him in legal ways - like picking lint off his blazer, or checking out his new, improved biceps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;4)Have you developed "mentionitis" - where you're tempted to insert hisname into every third sentence when you're with others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;5)Have your girlfriends begun asking you if he's really just a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;6)Do you tell your platonic friend details of your day before you tell your partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;7)Do you find yourself comparing notes on, or even complaining about, your partners to each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;8) Do you play down how much time you spend with him when talking to your partner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;9) Has one of you said "i'm attracted to you, but I would never act on it because you're attached"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;10)Would you be uncomfortable if your partner saw a videotape of the time you spend with this person?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Give yourself one point for every "yes" answer. Five or more, and you're probably having an emotional affair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-113281117022685421?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113281117022685421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=113281117022685421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113281117022685421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113281117022685421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/emotional-infidelity.html' title='Emotional Infidelity.'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-113236497756159267</id><published>2005-11-19T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T09:59:08.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deprived</title><content type='html'>he took frankie to download pictures of lionfish. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need jimmy eat world &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need fall out boy &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need fighters of foo &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need the confessionals from the dashboard &lt;p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i need better than ezra &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell him to give frankie back =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-113236497756159267?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113236497756159267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=113236497756159267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113236497756159267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113236497756159267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/deprived.html' title='deprived'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-113212223198791820</id><published>2005-11-16T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:33:02.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vindicated</title><content type='html'>isnt it awesome when you turn on the stereo, music pours out, and your thoughts just cease to exist? all the cares, concerns, worries that you had before, for four and a half minutes, just stops hammering around in your head, stops demanding attention. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"A Lifetime" - Better Than Ezra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my song when i want to be braindead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after yesterdays piece of bad news, i locked myself in my bedroom and turned on my music. i switched off the voices arguing in my head and watched the ceiling fan go roun and roun.. &lt;p&gt;i guess its only inevitable to breakdown when the one thing that kept me going through this emotional rollercoaster is gone.. all because of a stupid deadline.. one that i couldnt have met even if i had known there was a deadline. &lt;p&gt;everything just seems to be bad timing.. like everything just seems out of sync.. an actor has his script stapled wrongly and now hes acting out different acts in different sequences.. and nothing makes sense anymore. &lt;p&gt;nothing makes sense anymore.nothing. &lt;p&gt;something that ive kept close to me throughout this whole ordeal is my sense of humour and confidence.. but a certain someone has been trying to take them away from me. can someone please tell him that if i dont want to feel sorry for myself, or make bitter jokes about how everyone has better luck than me, I WONT. im not you. self-pity isnt a weapon of mine. keep your grey linings to yourself. &lt;p&gt;one thing they dont tel you about living your life one day at a time is that its damn exhausting. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont ask from me more than im willing to give. sometimes i need to keep some sanity for myself. &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you to the ones who made the 11th, 12th, 13th and 15th of November memories. all the cats we hit, all the foil hats we made, corny jokes thrown around. thanks for the intwined memories.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"hope, dangles on a string.&lt;br /&gt;like slow spinning redemption,&lt;br /&gt;winding in, and winding out.&lt;br /&gt;the shine of it has caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;and roped me in.&lt;br /&gt;so mesmerizing so hypnotising&lt;br /&gt;i am captivated." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;stupid hope. u know somethings wrong when Fae starts listening to Dashboard Confessionals again. &lt;p&gt;i hope my sleepover session with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bil&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shaz&lt;/span&gt; on Saturday night de-emo-fies me. &lt;strong&gt;Berayaing on Sunday.&lt;/strong&gt; who wants their house to be attacked by a convoy of 7 hungry insane wolves masquerading as teenagers berayaing,&lt;strong&gt; raise up their hands&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-113212223198791820?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113212223198791820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=113212223198791820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113212223198791820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113212223198791820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/vindicated.html' title='vindicated'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-113143641167390727</id><published>2005-11-08T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T16:15:29.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its post no.100!!</title><content type='html'>post number 100 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;is it safe to go out now? before this i felt as if lady luck was giving me the evil eye therefore it wasnt safe to go out... (the people who were with me that J.P night knows what i mean =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but methinks my luck is changing.. &lt;p&gt;i had a DST Hari Raya function yesterday, and we had to go to the istana to salam the Royal household.. i thought i would be alone, but Tinkerbell was there, her sister being a DST staff, so we hung out and took care of each other at the istana =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we came back to Headquarters and there was a function, with a makan-makan and a performance.. and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mr. Jamaican War Cry&lt;/span&gt; was performing in one of the group dances... i might be evil for saying this but i thought the dance was whole-ly gay. gay gay gay. =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we could pick out our Lucky Draw numbers and for some weird reason i had the urge to pick out an &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;orange &lt;/span&gt;tab with the number "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;224&lt;/span&gt;" on it =p &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;orang&lt;/span&gt;e for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rey&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;224&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt;.. and guess what? i won a prize =))))))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i kept shaking the wrapped box and kept saying to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ka Chip&lt;/span&gt; "ITS A GLASS BOWL" nie.. she guessed that it was a shaver.. of all things to guess.. a shaver... LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;when i opened it in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ka Chips&lt;/span&gt; car, the box said &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"NOKIA 2650".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hahahahaha I WON A PHONE IN A LUCKY DRAW!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;its the barcalounger phone. the one that looks like a lounge chair.. the flip phone.. hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i just got back from the clininc =) 3 more days of hell then its just three times a week babyyyyyyyyyy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and my girlfren &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bil &lt;/span&gt;is back and is staying for a month!!! hehehe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think its safe to go out....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-113143641167390727?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113143641167390727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=113143641167390727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113143641167390727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113143641167390727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-post-no100.html' title='its post no.100!!'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-113098290254276365</id><published>2005-11-03T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T15:54:18.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as dul said "CAMAT AIE YAYA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya Maaf Zahir Batin =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have one person in mind that i need to ask for forgiveness, but that person doesnt even know what i did wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"please forgive me for betraying you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;even before you trusted me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;please forgive me for lying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;even before we spoke a word, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;please forgive me for hurting you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;even though you dont know it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've known better than to ask forgiveness when friendships are at risk... sometimes, ignorance saves you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to everyone that ive hurt verbally, physically, spiritually or emotionally, i ask your forgiveness whereever you feel you see fit to forgive me.. if there are still thinngs that you feel are unforgivable, please give me room for redemption.. a clean slate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room smells of&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; lemon scented furniture polish&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pinky Blue, Happy 20th Birthday. I love you, take care, and keep ure chin up.. misha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stevens, i miss you very very very very much. quit being a chimney. Happy 20th babe. love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big Andy, i wont see you on your birthday, but Happy 19th Birthday anyway. thanks for all the airport hugs. love ya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-113098290254276365?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113098290254276365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=113098290254276365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113098290254276365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113098290254276365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/as-dul-said-camat-aie-yaya.html' title='as dul said &quot;CAMAT AIE YAYA&quot;'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-113082917786831245</id><published>2005-11-01T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T15:12:57.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jeans that do justice</title><content type='html'>I just got off the fone with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sham&lt;/span&gt; =) it was fun talking to him again.. plan to hang out berabisly with him when he comes back at the end of the year.. make up for lost time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you’ve probably read from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mashes&lt;/span&gt; blog, I went to her house on Saturday and hung out with her and her family the whole day… but she didn’t mention just how EVIL she really is! She was so evil that day! She let me borrow her clothes, she fed me any junk food that she could find, she gave me the latest juicy gossip, she let me ‘shop’ for DVDs from her collection, she told me to play guitar with her brother &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Iqbal&lt;/span&gt; while she cooked, she wouldn’t let me do any housework… EVIL WAH SI &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MASH&lt;/span&gt; AH!! Then she did the most evil thing of all, she asked her older brother if they could send me home so I could hang out with her longer in gadong… evilness =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between bitching about people not worth mentioning in this post and the worthlessness of modern mobile technology, me and mash mentioned that we couldn’t get into certain pairs of jeans that used to fit us fine a couple years back.. I have a pair of jeans that I wore on my sixteenth birthday bash, and looking at pictures of that day, they looked good! But a few weeks ago, I tried to get in them and they wouldn’t fit =( &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; had the same problem with a pair of her jeans and just like my pair, it was jeans that she loved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember an episode of &lt;em&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/em&gt; where &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miranda &lt;/span&gt;could fit into her ‘skinny jeans’ after losing weight because of not having any time to eat, being too busy taking care of the new baby. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Carrie&lt;/span&gt; defined ‘skinny jeans’ as the jeans that act as an indicator on how thin you are.. if you can fit in your skinny jeans, you are the skinniest you’ve ever been in ure life haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a weird soft spot for jeans, especially the ones that have been with me through the years, through (sometimes literally) thick and thin.. most of the time you can guess what mood im in with just what pair of pants Im wearing at the time. If im in a pair of baggies, chances are im feeling depressed or having a low-self esteem day, whereas if you’re hanging out with me when im wearing a pair of skinny-pipe jeans coupled with my favorite sneakers, be warned that you might end up doing something spontaneous =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with every memory, I bet I can tell you the pair of pants that I was wearing at the time.. I remember what pants I wore on my first ‘date’ as an official ‘couple’ with a certain ex, I remember the pants I wore when I went to the airport to send off my best friend… each of the pants that hang in my closet each have a share of bitter-sweet memories..&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Mash&lt;/span&gt; ended up giving her jeans to ‘charity’, whereas my pair is still hanging in my closet, waiting for the day im anorexic enough to squeeze in them =p they have too much sentimental value to be given away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there anyone out there that has the DVD of “The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants” that I can pinjam?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-113082917786831245?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113082917786831245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=113082917786831245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113082917786831245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113082917786831245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/11/jeans-that-do-justice.html' title='jeans that do justice'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-113047193108509437</id><published>2005-10-28T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T11:58:51.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can u spell dissapointed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i went blog hopping and found a friend's site. and i randomly clicked on a post that was written a few weeks ago... and he was talking about a girl that he went jalan with the night before.. about how she opened up to him that night, and his thoughts about the conversation. I looked at the date... I was the girl he went out with that night.. and an excerpt of what he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I keep getting the truth lately. From my own doings and actions, people are showing off their true faces and their true perspective on me. Well, lets just say Im well dissapointed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Where is this writing going to take me? I dont know. But I do know that it is time for me close my eyes and dream of her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i keep re-reading the part where he says that he is "well dissapointed"... i dont know if he meant that hes dissapointed in what he found out taht night, because i have to say, i showed him a side of me taht i dont usually show people.. the side of Fae you only glimpse if your on the beach with her and she had a bad day. the drained side of her. i dont regret showing that side to him, but if he was dissapointed in me for having that side, then im dissapointed in him for being dissapointed... lol whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;maybe thats why most people wear a facade in front of their peers. because showing your true selves, your bare roots of your soul, it sure aint hell worth the trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and whaddaya mean "dream of her"?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-113047193108509437?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113047193108509437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=113047193108509437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113047193108509437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113047193108509437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/10/can-u-spell-dissapointed.html' title='can u spell dissapointed?'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-113037376156121275</id><published>2005-10-27T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T08:42:41.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is random, change is the only constant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;// "If You Dont Dont" - Jimmy Eat World //&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of things &lt;strong&gt;on hold&lt;/strong&gt; (my scholarship, my license, my UCAS bla bla blaaaa)that its kinda amusing.... hahaha and i just realized anything that pisses me off or i find frustrating, after the initial flush of anger, i just find everything amusing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my therapist (did u know therapists need therapists too?) claims i have a very hidden issue of repression... he pointed this out by giving me the example of what i did when i broke my toe... i slipped on a wet kitchen floor and landed on my toe, the pain was EXCRUCIATING and any sane person who has enough pain neurones would understand that SOMETHING was wrong with my foot with the amount of pain shooting up my leg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what does Fae do? she stands up, and forces herself to walk upstairs into her bedroom, with no help whatsoever.. but later she paid for her actions cause she shouldnt have stood up so soon and put pressure on her injured foot... in the long run it made the foot worse, cause ure not supposed to add any pressure on an injury.. (do you see any people who broke their arm lift something right after they broke it? didnt think so)... so in a way, im gna make the situation worse by not dealing with issues as soon as they come.. pretending things are okay are only gonna work till a set time... this was when me and the therapist started to talk about Hooke's Law (anything elastic has a limit and then it loses its elasticity and soon it snaps) but lets not go into THAT.. haha.. metaphors in science...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i went out to go to a supposed PGGMB reunion... hehe but erm, when u only see a handful( okay fine a handful and a thumb) of people that u vaguely remember seeing in your primary school halls, that aint a reunion =p hehee nantitah si Fae organise berabis =p..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at the guys that ive seen grow up from awkward little geeks to 'toned' 'confident' 'men' ,(the airquotes are there sebab im sure ada tu orang atu perasan!) i thought to myself that you dont really change the image of someone that youve already stored in your head...i still see my childhood frens as... children =p.. i remember someone was gushing over one particular childhood fren, gushing on how hot he turned out, how buff, but all i cud see was still, that geeky awkward boy =p haha maybe gradually the image WILL change, but in the meantime, the image of u guys in ure white-shirt-dark-blue-trousers uniform running around main belun, will still be there =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had to help 'orang atu' with his Prima registration and Mr. Jamaican War Cry keeps popping in my head at annoying moments... must be the working-at-DST mental state thats to blame... i need to get these guys out of my head permanently... anyone know a good hypnotist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may re-bond my hair, i may not. depends on the financial status of Fae in the next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my background went kaput... which was annoying cause i was proud of that piece of background... ill change it soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss a certain friend.. i never realized just how much i valued their company and conversation till its limited to online chats and random text messages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i would like to apologize to 'those people'...sometimes i feel like im not giving you guys my all, its not that i dont care enough, its just that i need to sort out my mess before i tackle others.. ill listen but advice and opinion, i want to refrain from giving =) to detach myself from u guys gives me more perspective and grasp on things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"can i have a glass of Emo-Lite, on the rocks, with a twist of lemon please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-113037376156121275?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113037376156121275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=113037376156121275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113037376156121275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113037376156121275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/10/life-is-random-change-is-only-constant.html' title='life is random, change is the only constant'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-113030759141739964</id><published>2005-10-26T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T14:19:51.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Jamaican War Cry</title><content type='html'>i changed the background picture... hehe edited it myself during my bumming days... to those who dont know yet, im currently working at DST (again)... its not the same but thats a story for later times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Puasaing and Happy birthday to the Scorpios! IOU ah babe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates soon mwahz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-113030759141739964?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/113030759141739964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=113030759141739964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113030759141739964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/113030759141739964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/10/mr-jamaican-war-cry.html' title='Mr. Jamaican War Cry'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112689141502568313</id><published>2005-09-17T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T01:36:47.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scratch off Option 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From :  International Office &lt;international uk=""&gt; &lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;Sent :  Friday, September 16, 2005 3:02 PM &lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;To :  &lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt; &lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;Subject :  Re: Enquiry on Late Enrollment under Medical Grounds &lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;  &lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;&lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;Dear Nur&lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;&lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;Thank you for your e-mail&lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;&lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;I am sorry to hear of your problems and hope you feel better soon. I am afraid&lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt; that it would not be possible to arrive later than the first week of september&lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt; if you wish to study at the university for september 2005 intake. &lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;&lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;If you are not able to arrive by the end of september you would need to see if&lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt; it is possible to defer your offer until sept 2006, if you would like us to&lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt; request your offer is deferred pleaes do contact us again,&lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;&lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;Best wishes &lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;Laura &lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;&lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;http://www.cf.ac.uk/international&lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;International Development Division,&lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;Cardiff University, &lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;42 Park Place&lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;international uk=""&gt;&lt;aquablue_702 com=""&gt;Cardiff, CF10 3BB, UK&lt;/aquablue_702&gt;&lt;/international&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;hr /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i guess that means Option 1 and 2 is out you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you next year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, i'll just...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this f*ckin sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112689141502568313?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112689141502568313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112689141502568313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112689141502568313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112689141502568313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/scratch-off-option-1-2.html' title='scratch off Option 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112668612412696007</id><published>2005-09-14T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T16:22:04.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>move along</title><content type='html'>i am learning the hard way, how to be strong... it is when you put on a brave face, even when everything that you've worked hard for gets taken away from you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that goal that you once thought was a sphere of beatiful glass that is beyond your reach is suddenly in the palm of your hand, but before you close your fist around it, a hard wind strikes, and it crashes down, breaking into pieces, and things arent the same again... to be strong is to look at the broken pieces with clenched fists, but to take a deep breath, stoop down, and try to salvage the pieces to make it whole again... it wont be the same as you originally planned, but to accept the fact that it IS salvagable, is a first step...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hard at first to embrace reality, because it seemed the last thing to be in between myself and U.K Uni life, but then the rocks that trip you up sometimes just initially looked harmless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the doctor issued me the letter that blessed me with medical fitness, the relief i felt was enormous.. but when he called me in on Monday and sadly told me the bad news, and took away the letter, he wasnt just taking away the letter, but also taking away any chance i had on being a normal university student, graduating with my friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to sit and swear, or to be furious and blame the world for the unfairness of the situation, isnt what i want to do... i would rather be optimistic, and find a way out of this dark room i was shoved into..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my close friends said to me "Si Fae soldier.".. and i smiled cause that was what i wanted to be.. just like a soldier, recruited against his will, but he'll just fight, not for anyone else, for himself, because hes brave enough to accept his situation and do what he has to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll do what i have to... i'll find a way out of this, i'll concentrate on getting better...i'll find out what options i have , what i have to do, and in the meantime, get healthy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the handful of people who know the whole story, i thank you from the bottom of my heart... you believing that i CAN be strong MAKES me strong... i'll be your little soldier, i'll do you proud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont believe that the drastic change in weather is a bad thing... maybe the weather hasnt been better.. i'll just look for a different barometer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do me a favour and dont pity me, just pray for me... and maybe i can make a cool crescent outta the broken sphere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; When all you got to keep is strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Move along, move along like I know you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Move along, move along just to make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Move along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Move along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112668612412696007?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112668612412696007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112668612412696007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112668612412696007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112668612412696007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/09/move-along.html' title='move along'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112550308619084902</id><published>2005-08-30T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:44:46.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the journal of Fae</title><content type='html'>an excerpt from my journal, on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25th of August, Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the day started off with a smile.i was lost in feelings of familiarity mixed with the exciting unknown... it was like being enveloped in a dream that was a surreal reality... a playful remainder of the possibility of a situation free of drama.. free of worry... just smiles and giggles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;today was the day that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt; was scheduled to fly off to do his &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RBA Pilot Training&lt;/span&gt;.. the flight was at night, and the day was spent avoiding glancing at the clock, in hopes that time doesnt continue on if we dont see the hands of the clock move...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;but as i half-listen to the breifing given by a Ministry Officer, whos name i didnt care to catch at the beginning of his speech, i realized that the feeling of sadness of a dear friend leaving was utterly unceremonious... in truth, i should feel happy and proud of dear &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Gaboo&lt;/span&gt;, because here is a dear friend, embarking on what was hopefully going to be one of his most enlightening journeys, a transition that was noteworthy enough to render an enthusiastic sending-off...so there i made the resolution to not cry at the airport, as&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ali&lt;/span&gt; did not deserve tears, but deserved pats in the back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;admittedly there were tears in my eyes as i watched him hug everyone farewell, but my hug to you wasnt&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Goodbye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;, but more of a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Take Care of Yourself and Dont You Dare Do Anything Without Me There"&lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;watched him walk towards the boarding hall &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;- times have changed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;watched him wave goodbye &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;- we've all moved on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;we shouted &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"YA MAN!"&lt;/span&gt; to him - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;intertwined memories will be forever missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;he turned and grinned - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;but the future, it looks bright and inviting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;later that night i had a dream, that&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Reza, Kel, Mash, Shairazi &lt;/span&gt;and I were having dinner and reminiscing about times we had with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;.. and the phone rang, and it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;, saying that his flight was cancelled and he invited us all over to his house, for a spontaneous pizza party..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;at his place,the old jokes were tossed around, new ones emerged and stored away for future referance, food were offered, stuffed toys were thrown about, football skills were showed off.. just another night of laughter and friends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;i dreamt that i fell asleep on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;'s couch, and i was tucked in with a warm blanket, and the familiar feeling of safety i always have whenever &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt; was around came back, and that feeling stayed, to the point where i woke up to dirty sunshine, and it was morning and i was in my room..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;but i woke up smiling... and the world doesnt know why i smile.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112550308619084902?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112550308619084902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112550308619084902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112550308619084902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112550308619084902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/from-journal-of-fae.html' title='from the journal of Fae'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112471437334745387</id><published>2005-08-22T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T10:52:37.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERDUE UPDATE II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;// Failure By Design - Brand New //&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god, i have a really high fever... but back to updating! where was i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tuesday [16/08/05]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i REMEMBER THIS WAS A VERY VERY HOT DAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Melina&lt;/span&gt; and I had to pick up&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Shanedi&lt;/span&gt; at Rimba to go lunching at McDonalds, and we were MELTING in the car!!! I got a call from a B-Mobile number, and turns out it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'orang atu'&lt;/span&gt;!!! haha lama sudah inda dengar dari ia... he was wasting his friends B-Mobile credit, so he started calling everyone he knew... the weird thing was, that morning i woke up with this HUGE Sushi craving, and tau-tau at noon, my Sushi buddy calls outa nowhere =) he asked kalau results keluar sudah, cause i promised him Sushi if i got the scholarship =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt; was looking for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shanedi&lt;/span&gt;s place while i was on the phone and we ended up at the wrong house! in a moment of confusion, i accidentally hung up on '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;orang atu'&lt;/span&gt; while tryna call &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shanedi&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;s phone...panya salah simpang! hahaha girls and directions......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went off to Gadong, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shanedi&lt;/span&gt; melting in the backseat, and in McDonalds ordered chicken... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shai, Mash, Yani and Najib&lt;/span&gt; joined us later on, but had to go cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; had a class... and since &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Melina&lt;/span&gt; didnt have to pick up her mom like was originally planned, the three of us ended up walking around the Mall... i was in a really antsy mood, and at that time i didnt know why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at around 2.30pm, while we were in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shanedi&lt;/span&gt;'s favorite comic store, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Bluestone&lt;/span&gt;, i got a text from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kashful&lt;/span&gt; saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I got the scholarship call.. syukur alhamdullilah"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;, but i freezed up right there.. suddenly, my mobile phone was the most important object in the world.... me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Melina&lt;/span&gt; probably looked so grim that we were nearly crying so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shanedi&lt;/span&gt; suggested we went back to McDonalds just so we could sit down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;, with our phones in front of us, staring at it so hard, willing it to ring.. 3pm passed, no call,&lt;br /&gt;3.30pm, still no call..&lt;br /&gt;at 4pm, we had to go and send &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shanedi&lt;/span&gt; home and also i had to go to training...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were at the petrol station in Beribi when MY MOBILE RANG... hahaha screw fines and petrol stations blowing up due to the ions in mobile frequency, THIS WAS THE SCHOLARSHIP!!! after months of waiting THIS WAS THE PHONECALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i picked up =) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i got it &lt;/span&gt;=) i have a briefing to go to =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started calling my parents, whilst &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Melina&lt;/span&gt; was trying hard to concentrate on driving.. then her PHONE RANG...and it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KASHFUL&lt;/span&gt;! hahaha she hung up the fone on him pretty fast =p but inevitably she got the call a few minutes after... i mean DUH, why would they send ME and NOT &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MELINA JAINI&lt;/span&gt;? haha... totally will not make sense =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so after all the screaming and hugging (in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mel&lt;/span&gt;s case with one hand firmly planted on the steering wheel and one eye on the road of course) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shanedi &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mel &lt;/span&gt;sent me to footy pracs, where i was given the most gruelling workout in the history of my short-football career...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt care, i got a scholarship =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but crap, i now owe &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'orang atu' &lt;/span&gt;sushi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday [17/08/05]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we went to our breifing at 3pm, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Melina, Kashfu&lt;/span&gt;l and I went to Maktab Duli to visit =) it was nice to walk through familiar halls again... we visited the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Deputy Principal (LCK)&lt;/span&gt; although it was no idea of mine since i still resent the man. we also met &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mr.Simmonds&lt;/span&gt; =) =) =) and stole Mentos off of the essay table in the E.Lit office... ahhhh just like old times =) too bad i didnt get to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BabyFaye&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the breifing we were each given our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Scholarship Offer &lt;/span&gt;letter... and for some reason, it hasnt sunk in yet that im gna fly off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a week full of breifings.. from 22-27th August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh joy =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday [18/08/05]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at UBD was a waste of time because i ended up skipping everything =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;organized an 'outing' for this particular Thursday due to requests from a certain boy named &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt;... BUT this was the night that everyone was spooked about, because of the whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STPRI-"somethings-gna-happen-so-stay-at-home&lt;/span&gt;".... haha but us being the kabal people that we are, we went out anyway... too bad &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; was told to go back home, it was a funny night, shisha-ing... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kel &lt;/span&gt;told the guy to put 7UP in the shisha instead of water.......... and damn.......... the guys kept annoying me by saying "YEA MAN!!!" in a jamaican accent like in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Russel Peters Stand-Up comedy Show.&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;*glares at Shairazi, Ali and Kel*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 10.30, SOME people &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;(looks at Kel) &lt;/span&gt;started feeling scared and saying that we should make a move =p so to humour THAT person, we all went to HIS house...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Fae&lt;/span&gt; actually DIDNT want to go into &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt;s house cause thats not a place an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ex&lt;/span&gt; should be, especially if shes scared of the Mom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thank god the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; was asleep, so we spent the rest of the night watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt;s home-made movies of him and his frens in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bedford&lt;/span&gt;.... home movies of bored boys in an all-boys boarding school.. silly shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shairazi &lt;/span&gt;was spooked to go home alone since it was midnyt, so a couple of us 'dengani-ed' him by escorting him to his house... now i knoe where the mighty &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shairazi&lt;/span&gt; lives!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;*prepares stalking plans*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday [19/08/05]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sick of my long hair, i decided to cut it today... and when the hairdresser asked what she should do with it, i was so sanak that i answered&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Cut it as short as possible".&lt;/span&gt;.. but my mum didnt allow me to cut it above my ears (dammnit), but she let me get away with just above shoulder length... feel SO much better, the long hair was really getting on my nerves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fa2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xo Little Key xo&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; "from long straight hair to boyish short?! Gila you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and my little sister&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Nana&lt;/span&gt; went to the $1.80 shop and the little bugger bought THREE packs of Choki Choki chocolate, each with 10 sticks of Choki Choki inside... so when we were home, we ate it all!!! ahhh childhood memories =) =) and my baby sister&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Farah&lt;/span&gt; was hyper due to the vast amount of chocolate so she was laughing non-stop... weird children... will miss them when i fly off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/chokki.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took a nap and woke up with a start when i realized it was 3.45, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Melina&lt;/span&gt; was already on the way to pick me up to go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;'s Doa... and true enough while i was running around getting ready, she came on time as usual... sorry &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;'s, and beat &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shairazi &lt;/span&gt;to a parking space =p at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;'s there were these cakes that people call&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Tapak Kuda" &lt;/span&gt;and the chocolate that was in each slice was SO banyak! it was like, one whole teaspoon of Nutella! omg.. chocolate high..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shairazi&lt;/span&gt; kept trying to make &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt; say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ya Man!" &lt;/span&gt;because &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt; says it in a hilarious way, but since we tagur-ed on how funny it was, he refused to do it =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss ya &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aLeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday 20/08/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the initial plan was to go to UBD and get all the Admin stuff done.. but due to some glitches in the system, we didnt get to get ANYTHING done...&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; *glares at treasurer of UBD*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking to the Tuckshop with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shairazi&lt;/span&gt;, and we met one of my seniors from M.D in the Tuckshop.. she heard about my scholarship and congratulated me.. then she lanja-ed me a sandwich =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then on the way back from the tuckshop, we bumped into a few other people that stopped me to say congrats too... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shairazi&lt;/span&gt; started muttering incomprehensibles, so i made a bet with him... i said that i would pay him a dollar for every person who stopped and said Congrats to me from that point on till we reached the Assistant Registrar(the next point of visit)... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SHAIRAZI&lt;/span&gt; CHEATED by stopping people and telling them i got a scholarship, and naturally they congratulated me =p at the end of this whole mania, i now owe &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shairazi&lt;/span&gt; a pair of shoes from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foot Locker&lt;/span&gt; in the UK.... =p =p =p =p hope he forgets abt it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday [21/08/05]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with a fever.... stayed home the whole day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday [22/08/05]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the first day of the week long taklimats... and there are a lot of familiar faces in the group of scholars this year... mostly from Maktab Duli... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was very much feverish... up to a point where in the afternoon breifing, i curled up and fell asleep...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112471437334745387?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112471437334745387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112471437334745387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112471437334745387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112471437334745387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/overdue-update-ii.html' title='OVERDUE UPDATE II'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112455860257924163</id><published>2005-08-21T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T22:48:45.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OVERDUE UPDATE</title><content type='html'>oh my god i havent updated in a week... and something memorable happened every single day! so this is going to be a LONG one folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keep ure eyes peeled, here comes the&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; catch-up, updated,back-to-back episodes of drama.queen.diaries&lt;/span&gt;... lets start with :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thursday [11/08/05]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon,me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; hitched our bootys out of UBD, hip-hop tracks pumping, cause we had to go buy ingreidients for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday cake that we planned to make on Saturday afternoon, before his party.. BUT what &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt; didnt know was that half of the ingreidients were for HIM, cause his birthday was on Saturday too.. he asked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why are u buying so much chocolate?"&lt;/span&gt; and me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; just made some stuff up like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"uhh just in case"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" i think we'r gona make a trial cake"&lt;/span&gt;.. hahaha.. me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; brought &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt; to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Utama Grand Supermarket&lt;/span&gt; and he confessed that it was his first time there =s hahaha bukan orang Brunei banar ehhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after our feast at KFC for lunch, my arms started getting all itchy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Friday [12/08/05]&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;i texted &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; asking what time i should come over, and she texted back saying that she was out with her sister and she'll be back by 3 o'clock... i came at around 2.45pm, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mashes maid&lt;/span&gt; let me in.. she told me to sit down at the dining room table.. so i did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked around the dining room, reading the labels off her boxes, noone was in the room and i was eye-ing her jar full of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apollo &lt;/span&gt;bars.... i reached out.... then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"THREE O CLOCK"&lt;/span&gt; a voice called out..&lt;br /&gt;whaaaaattt?? who said that??? i looked around the room and WOOOOOTTTT &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; has a clock that talks!!! hahaha tried to make conversation with it while waiting for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; but weirdly enough it didnt reply... hrm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop trying to talk to the clock cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mashes mom&lt;/span&gt; came in the room.. we had a pleasant HOUR LONG conversation while waiting for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; to come home... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; did text, saying that her sisters car was taking longer than expected in the workshop, but i didnt really mind waiting.. and i was brushing up on my people-skills by chatting to her mom(in Malay mind you!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; came home around 4pm, and we started working on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;s cake right away... i set up a stopwatch to see how long we would take...and hahaha for someone who claimed to have made this cake OODLES of times, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; sure made a lot of mistakes =p =p =p hahaha i was just taking orders from her cause hey! i dint know any better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but 1] we put extra chocolate in the batter&lt;br /&gt;2] we put extra butter&lt;br /&gt;3] we didnt turn the knob on the oven so it was just sitting there not cooking =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, at the end of everything, the chocolate cake tasted awesome so we werent too bothered with the mistakes... at least we didnt drop any fingernails into the batter or anything =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while we were waiting for the cake to bake,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Mash&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Iqbal&lt;/span&gt;, Mashes younger brother taught me how to play the drums =) =) =) they taught me how to play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Pupus' &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'That Thing You Do"&lt;/span&gt;.. was a bit slow on the uptake, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Iqbal&lt;/span&gt; was trying to get me into the rythm by pointing which pedals to hit or drum to beat, in the end he looked like he was doing a dance... hehehe was so cute! he reminds me so much of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Raeky&lt;/span&gt;, the way he talks, and the way he acts... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i was done with the baking of the cake,(with all the mistakes and drumming lessons we took 3 hours and 47minutes to make the cake) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Abang&lt;/span&gt; called to say he was in the car with&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Syaima&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt;( Ali's siblings) and that we were all going to go watch&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ali&lt;/span&gt; play his futsal match.. but they got lost in Lambak so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; had to direct them on the phone.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after they found their way, we went of to the indoor stadium to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali'&lt;/span&gt;s game.. i gave back &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Syaima&lt;/span&gt;'s green socks, and she put one over her hand and with a marker made eyes, so TADA a sock puppet... we called it&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Lambchop&lt;/span&gt;.. and the guys at the tournament were looking at me and her weirdly, probably due to us playing with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lambchop&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Syaima&lt;/span&gt; wearing a shirt saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"FCUK FOOTBALL! WHAT ABOUT ME?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt; make a fool of himself playing goalie (hehehe at least u NEARLY won 9 games man), we went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamih &lt;/span&gt;to grab a bite to eat... &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Syaima&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daniel &lt;/span&gt;ordered this blueberry slushy thing and it looked warped but i didnt want to say that out loud... haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday [13/08/05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;aLi and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;'s birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; wanted to present the cake to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt; at our spot in the morning, but for some reason, everyone was late that day, and everyone had classes so we decided to just suprise him at lunchtime... the cake was passed from one person to the another, depending who didnt have classes.. haha cant believe we were babysitting a cake...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; showed me the birthday message she sent &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt; the night before... it said something along the lines of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Happy 21st Birthday Ali! 21 is the legal age...." &lt;/span&gt;hahahaha i burst out laughing and pointed out that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt; was turning 20, not 21... the look of horror on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mashes&lt;/span&gt; face WAS SOOOO FUNNY!!! but she remedied the situation with help from yours truly =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went into my first&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; English Language Studies class &lt;/span&gt;and i LOVE THE CLASS!!!! i never knew that i was interested in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Linguistcs&lt;/span&gt;... how the English language is put together, the 'mechanics' of the English Language... YAY i found a subject in UBD that i was actually interested in =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash &lt;/span&gt;made a mistake and used more ingriedients in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt;s cake, we didnt have enough to make &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;'s cake, so we asked &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt; if he could bring us ingriedient shopping again.. he gave us a weird looks and asked where all the ingriedients went.. we made up a story about making a trial cake r something like that... he was a bit suspicious but let it go in the end and brought us shopping... another reason we brought him jalan was so that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mel, Shai,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yani&lt;/span&gt; could meet us at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Food Court of The Mall&lt;/span&gt; and we can suprise him with the cake then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe and suprise him we did =) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday Ben!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shai&lt;/span&gt; sent me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; to Mashes house so we can start working on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;'s bday cake.. but since we were behind schedule due to a little stopover at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RIPAS Hospita&lt;/span&gt;l, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shai&lt;/span&gt; decided to help us out.. oh my god he was so CUTE, whisking eggs, and licking the batter off the spoon... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had to leave to get ready, and me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; had to shower and change, but before that me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shai&lt;/span&gt; played a little bit of football, barefoot.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shai &lt;/span&gt;ended up with blood on his big toe =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shai&lt;/span&gt; picked us up later on, we had the cake ready, with the wording on the plastic that read&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "To Ali, the smelliest guy in the world..Love Mash, Fae, and a little bit of Shai".&lt;/span&gt;.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the party was great, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fae&lt;/span&gt; was fuelled by cans of coke =) i gave &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt; his birthday present =) i hope he liked it.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so hyper i was practically bouncing off the walls... so many faces that i havent seen in such a long time =) like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a funny time pretending to be someones girlfren.. haha and i met &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reza&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;'s childhood friend, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shanedi.&lt;/span&gt;.. i met him last year, but never actually talked to him... then before you know it me and him were drawing all over each others arms and hands.. he is now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Chicken Feet"&lt;/span&gt; whereas i am "Munkiface"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i was blinded that night cause there were so many FLASHES from everyones digital cameras!! *mutters camera whores* hehehe KIDDING! but mad props to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Melina&lt;/span&gt; for being the unofficial party photographer... i liked the one where she took a picture of me in Mashes Pixies shirt, but Mash was standing right next to me... check it out on her site&lt;a href="http://www.unangelic.org/shorty-bn/"&gt; [MzShorty]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a great birthday party for a great guy =) love ya homey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Sunday [14/08/05]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up with a SPLITTING headache... prolly due to the SEVEN cokes i had the night before.. a text came in from my&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; BlitzFC&lt;/span&gt; manager reminding the team to be at the field at 4pm for our friendly with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Saninnha&lt;/span&gt;.. i did not like the thought of playing against &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kels older sister&lt;/span&gt; =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at noon &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reza &lt;/span&gt;texted kan bawa jalan, and he offered to send me terus to the Jerudong Polo Fields for the game.. yeah right &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rez&lt;/span&gt;! u just want to check out my teammates and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Sanninha&lt;/span&gt; players =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reza&lt;/span&gt; brought me to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;West Street Cafe&lt;/span&gt;, and we grabbed a seat that was near the window so we could see who came out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;McDonalds.&lt;/span&gt;. i scolded &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reza &lt;/span&gt;for his behaviour the night before... then we talked about last nights party, and we happened to start talking about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt;, and then i looked out the window and THERE WAS &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KEL&lt;/span&gt; walking outta McDonalds =p =p =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe he joined us skajap, then we all ahd to go to the game.. i had butterflies in my stomach cause i was gna go against &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KELS SISTER&lt;/span&gt;... but then akhirnya we only played 20mins of a game, cause one of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Sanninha&lt;/span&gt; players were swearing at our defenders.. she accused &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nisa(Blitz Defender)&lt;/span&gt; of excessive body contact, and although &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nisa &lt;/span&gt;didnt do it again, she kept saying "FUCK YOU".. hardly professional, but hey, drama on the field!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get to play much, which dissaponted &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ke&lt;/span&gt;l cause he wanted his sister to tackle me =p jahat wah si &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt; ah... in the end we just played a game against ourselves cause our coach did not like the level of unprofessionalism by the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Saninnha&lt;/span&gt; players...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a little &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Blitzer Birthday celebration&lt;/span&gt; for fellow&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; Blitzer Muizzah..&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday [15/08/05]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS Results came out! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BabyFaye&lt;/span&gt; got 4 As and a B! hahahahaha damn that little genius!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday [16/08/05]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;////pause////&lt;/span&gt; i need to sleep... i have a fever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112455860257924163?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112455860257924163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112455860257924163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112455860257924163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112455860257924163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/overdue-update.html' title='OVERDUE UPDATE'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112420935076862012</id><published>2005-08-17T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T00:22:30.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got it</title><content type='html'>i got the scholarship =) im happy =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112420935076862012?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112420935076862012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112420935076862012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112420935076862012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112420935076862012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-got-it.html' title='i got it'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112342589899220978</id><published>2005-08-07T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T22:49:56.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do i have to?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ke&lt;/span&gt;l's back in Brunei =) still funny as little guys can be... went to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sugar and Spice &lt;/span&gt;and basically listened to him and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ali &lt;/span&gt;make gay jokes all night.. hehe twas fun... watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Syai&lt;/span&gt; get light headed on Shisha.. watching both&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Shairazi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Syaima&lt;/span&gt;s heads turn whenever we said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Shai"&lt;/span&gt;... too bad &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reza&lt;/span&gt; went home early... leaving &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me,Mash,Ali,Kel,Syaima&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Shai.&lt;/span&gt;.. Mashes Burmese friend &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Han&lt;/span&gt; joined us later on and it was funny when he said that i looked familiar.. haha maybe i flew to Myanmar when i was asleep or something =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/kelaliandshai.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;[Kel,Ali and Shairazi - Mamih] &lt;/span&gt;....in the light their skin looks the same shade =p =p =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day went with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Shai&lt;/span&gt; to pay bills... i dont even feel like going through the details of the day but go to mashes blog to read the details =p&lt;a href="http://www.neuroticsoul.blogspot.com/"&gt; [Mashes]&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/kelshaipool.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[Shai and Kel - mini-pool tournament - Mashes house ]&lt;/span&gt; thank you to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mashes mom&lt;/span&gt; for lunch =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still racking my brains trying to figure out a present, i mean TWO presents, for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali Amani&lt;/span&gt;... while everyone was either at the tanglong or at home watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AF Finals,&lt;/span&gt; i was shopping for over-due birthday presents.. thank god i had a guy with me... hopeless at presents i tell ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/alicop.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should buy him some&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; style.&lt;/span&gt;.. but for the sake of his fragile reputation, i am obligated to inform you readers that those HORRIBLE sunglasses AREN'T &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;'s...but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt;'s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this in a &lt;a href="http://multiply.com/"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; site of a friend... kinda know how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;[I had lunch today, with Jen, and I didn’t manage to really talk about things I wanted to talk to her about, truth be told my mind was blank after seeing a person who enchanted my life and taught me a lot about being in love. It felt as if my thoughts had been thrown out the proverbial window in my head, and just at if left my mind was kidnapped by a gust of wind that never ever left a ransom note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;As I sat down, I realised that I was doing so at my own peril, someone I’ve not seen for so long, yet have extremely fond memories of was sitting next to me and yet I didn’t know where to begin or what to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So many questions, so many urges to hug and hold, it was a feeling that I tried hard to hold back, to resist. I felt as if I had lost out, that in the time spent living out my own life and not being able to keep in touch, I had lost out on cherishing and knowing one of the most beautiful people in the world, because before, that is what she was to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Beautiful in that everything that she was made me sit and smile, wanting to know more and more about how she felts about the tiny things in life as well as the bigger things. I wanted to know everything about her and how her day went. I looked into the empty space and thought of all these things, only for reality to snap its fingers and bring me back to the un-daydream world. In the un-daydream world, I don’t know her anymore which leaves me sitting here now, rather empty and sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;She is one of those, who despite of everything, I will always be in love with. Not entirely, but a piece of myself will do so, unconditionally.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats how i felt Friday night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112342589899220978?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112342589899220978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112342589899220978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112342589899220978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112342589899220978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/do-i-have-to.html' title='do i have to?'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112305983659774946</id><published>2005-08-03T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T17:21:10.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tippy-toes</title><content type='html'>i have to walk around on my toes.. tippy-toes.. why? ask me when you see me online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from Laptop-Surveying with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Melina&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Yani&lt;/span&gt;... haha it was so funny watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt; drool over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Compaq&lt;/span&gt;s and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;H.P&lt;/span&gt;s, shaking her head over the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twinheads&lt;/span&gt;... you would have thought SHE was the one buying the laptop!! hahah but i knew i picked the right person to dengani me Laptop shopping cause thanks to her,now i know more about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RAM&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hard drives&lt;/span&gt; and shit like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end (after much persuasion on Mels part) i decided on a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Compaq.. &lt;/span&gt;hahah actually i think &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt; just wants me to buy it so she can tinker around with it.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Dont you guys feel the THRILL of getting new technological equipment???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fae&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*looks at Mel weirdly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mental wah anak atu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im backtracking on my day and it seems pretty eventful... before Laptop Surveying, was eating at TPH with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mel,yani,mash,ali,shai &lt;/span&gt;them all, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Rey&lt;/span&gt; bumped in kajap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the next table was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aziz Satar&lt;/span&gt;... i mean... WTH?? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AZIZ SATAR&lt;/span&gt; MAN!!! like hes a LEGEND.. and he was sitting in the NEXT table..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Shai&lt;/span&gt; wanted to take a picture but we decided against it... the funny thing was that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; didnt recogniize him, and kept asking "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aziz&lt;/span&gt; WHO?".. I finally explained to her that it was the guy that dengani-ed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adam &lt;/span&gt;in AF2 when he sang that oldies &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kara-ku-cha" &lt;/span&gt;song.. dunno the name lol.. and she finally went&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; "ohhh yeaaaaa!!"&lt;/span&gt; tch.. atu tau ia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt; came jua, but he didnt sit with us.. i think he was with his sister? =p or maybe he was scared of me LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that was class.. i dont know why, but i get so BORED of the lectures i go into... i dont pay attention at all, i TRY but it doesnt work! and im taking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sociology-Anthropology,&lt;/span&gt; which is BASICALLY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A LEVEL SOCIOLOGY&lt;/span&gt; ALL OVER AGAIN... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pissing me off&lt;/span&gt;.. maybe itll be better once i start my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;English Language Studies&lt;/span&gt; subject.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Linguistics+Communication+Literature&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;and those who know me best knows this is an AWESOME combination for me. =) =) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dragged Shai and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Najib&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;DST&lt;/span&gt; because apparently i brought my punch card home on the last day of work.. hahaha inda ku be-gaji tah tu! but i went there to sort things out... it was great to be in the office again.. but our tables looked weird being un-cluttered like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Shai&lt;/span&gt; drove over this divider in &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;DST&lt;/span&gt;.. hahahah mental wah that boy! i got you your &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;CSI-AXN&lt;/span&gt; tape &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shai&lt;/span&gt;! thats ONE LESS thing that i owe you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im racking my brains trying to think of a gift for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Haz&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;... i owe &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt; TWO presents... maybe ill just not buy him aything cause he keeps mocking the fact that im in a football team =p im not even going to tell him the physical hell i have to endure in fitness training =p and he refuses to support me when i play against&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt; Sanninnha&lt;/span&gt;(Brunei Hall girls) on the 14th.. JAHAT wah si &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt; ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now what do i get them.................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112305983659774946?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112305983659774946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112305983659774946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112305983659774946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112305983659774946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/tippy-toes.html' title='tippy-toes'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112288822923093517</id><published>2005-08-01T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T17:23:49.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survived the first day of UNI</title><content type='html'>whew.&lt;br /&gt;exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;first day of Uni was annoyingly disorganized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the start of the day was pretty smooth as i went into the right lecture room for my &lt;strong&gt;State and Society&lt;/strong&gt; lecture, thanks to directions from a fellow MD-ian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mental note:ask for directions if lost &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but a few of the other students werent as lucky and some came nearly 30mins late.. and there werent enough chairs to go around, so some people had to stand! kesian.. there was one guy who had curly hair like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reza&lt;/span&gt;.. actually, he looked like a cross between &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reza&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dopey&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Snow White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... eh jahat eh ngucap orang... astah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Melina&lt;/span&gt; looked at the Course outline of our &lt;strong&gt;State and Society&lt;/strong&gt; subject and guess what name we see in the list of books needed to be read? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haralambos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;holy mother of all that is good&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;it was the same name of the author of our A Level Sociology textbook! and after Alevel Socio, i never wanted to seee that textbook ever again!!! aaarrrgghhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*runs away from evil textbook*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after &lt;strong&gt;State and Society&lt;/strong&gt;, me and&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Mel&lt;/span&gt; went our separate ways,(i think she went to her MATH class TEE-HEE).. I met up with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Narissa&lt;/span&gt; who needed help changing her course,from TESL to my course- &lt;em&gt;English Language Studies&lt;/em&gt;.. while i showed her my timetable, i realized that i had a slot in my timetable that had a clash of not TWO subjects, but THREE! haha three subjects in the same hour... and since i didnt have a time-turner like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hermione Granger&lt;/span&gt;, i had to hunt down the &lt;em&gt;Assistant Registrar&lt;/em&gt; of my Faculty to see what  could do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor woman! she had a headache because of me as she had to track down all these lecturers by phone to get them to change the course times, =p as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ajib&lt;/span&gt; said, im trouble, just like on my first day of registration when i payed with a cheque, not cash like normal people and the finance people had to be consulted and red tape had to be pluoghed through =s yes yes im a handful.. thats what people tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day went on and on, me and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Narissa &lt;/span&gt;chasing down lecturers and officers, looking for our classes, finding it, realizing that it was the WRONG class, then going to the lecturers door to DEMAND to know where the class was being held, then panya "NO CLASSES TILL THE SECOND WEEK OF SEMEMSTER"... layaaaaaaannnnn XD XD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Narissa&lt;/span&gt; got so sick of walking around the goddamn big campus in heels and getting hopelessly lost that we decided to ditch school,so we went to gadong... and it was perfectly legal cause it was lunchtime =p we 'angkut'ed &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ajib&lt;/span&gt; too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was time for our &lt;strong&gt;Logic and Thinking&lt;/strong&gt; lecture... and OH MY GOD... the lecturer was MUMBLING and we did not understand ONE word! me &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mel Shai&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yani &lt;/span&gt;ended up reading &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to sum up my first day of University where i ended up to only two lectures?&lt;br /&gt;i think ill just stay home tommorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, one last thing :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha proud of u homey! nanti lanja =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112288822923093517?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112288822923093517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112288822923093517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112288822923093517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112288822923093517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/08/survived-first-day-of-uni.html' title='survived the first day of UNI'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112264531331201346</id><published>2005-07-29T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T21:55:13.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>universiti</title><content type='html'>hrm.&lt;br /&gt;orientation.&lt;br /&gt;boring.&lt;br /&gt;i thank god for Mp3 players.&lt;br /&gt;very disorganized.MD was more organized, weirdly.&lt;br /&gt;me and the girls virtually single handedly kept the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PMUBD tuckshop&lt;/span&gt; in business  by always buying junk food.&lt;br /&gt;me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt; were so bored and so paranoid of people overhearing us that we made code names for people.. so a conversation between us will probably sound like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;:hey have u seen &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;caterpillar&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;:i think ia jalan dengan &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt; kali... cause i dont see him or &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Chips Ahoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;: tapi dorang promise jalan dengan &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Harry&lt;/span&gt; jua.. eh did u check out &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Bracelet&lt;/span&gt;s hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;: cant be as bad as &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Pepper&lt;/span&gt;s.. i do not know what &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kodak&lt;/span&gt; sees in her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha or something more or less fcked up.. haha&lt;br /&gt;btw, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fae &lt;/span&gt;is taking &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;BA Programme, Faculty of Arts and Social Sciences&lt;/span&gt;.. its been fun saying only &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;BA Programme&lt;/span&gt; when everyone else is doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;BA Programme in Economics&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;BA Programme in Public Policy&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fae &lt;/span&gt;has an un-named course =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there has been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eye-candy&lt;/span&gt;, but been hush hush about them.. hopefully i dont fall for any of them.. dont want another mess in my hands thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there have been my brothers friends who know me as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pings Little Sister"&lt;/span&gt;... usually this will annoy me to no end, but i decided to make the most of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edie&lt;/span&gt;(abgs fren):eh its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pings sister&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fae&lt;/span&gt;: its "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adik si Ping&lt;/span&gt;".. get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Edie&lt;/span&gt;: aight, see u around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adik-Si-Ping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/menmash.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/alistoned.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt; looking stoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/chipheart.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a potato in the shape of a heart.. i told u its been boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JULUR pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/shai.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/yaninmash.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/julur.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont get me started on the itchiness of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Freshman Welcome Pack&lt;/span&gt; bag...or the fact &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;DST&lt;/span&gt; hasnt released my cheque... maybe they found out i took one of their posters.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the Bandar perayaan with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Raeky &lt;/span&gt;last night.. was fun watcing little kids kicking around colorful balls.. everywhere there were kids playing pass so we learnt quickly not to walk in front of a kid that had a ball in front of him.. and i kept tugging on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Raeky&lt;/span&gt;s sleeve saying things like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mommy i want a ball!&lt;/span&gt;" or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that kid can kick the ball better than me and my teammates!&lt;/span&gt;".. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now went out for 'a drink' with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reza&lt;/span&gt;.. not alcohol mind, but went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue Eden&lt;/span&gt; and ordered a big-ass glass of milo-ping.. and a bowl of fries that i couldnt finish.. haha, and me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reza&lt;/span&gt; just talked and talked about everything and anything and nothing at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just realized that people have been saying really weird stuff to me lately.. for example, one of my best friends actually GAVE ME PERMISSION to go out with her boyfriend if they were ever to break up... i mean ???!!! and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt; said that she told &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Matt&lt;/span&gt; that i was the opposite of her.. haha actually true to some extent.. but we have the same weird sense of humour =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes start in UNI on Monday.. heck, cant say "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;school"&lt;/span&gt; anymore.. its gotta be "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uni&lt;/span&gt;".. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;god save us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112264531331201346?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112264531331201346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112264531331201346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112264531331201346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112264531331201346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/universiti.html' title='universiti'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112239043997753655</id><published>2005-07-26T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:16:12.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>breadangerous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;taken from&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.eskimo.com/%7Espban/bread.html"&gt;[http://www.eskimo.com/~spban/bread.html]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!! BREAD IS DANGEROUS !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Research on bread indicates that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1. More than 98 percent of convicted felons are bread users.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2. Fully HALF of all children who grow up in bread-consuming households score below average on standardized tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3. In the 18th century, when virtually all bread was baked in the home, the average life expectancy was less than 50 years; infant mortality rates were unacceptably high; many women died in childbirth; and diseases such as typhoid, yellow fever, and influenza ravaged whole nations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;4. More than 90 percent of violent crimes are committed within 24 hours of eating bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;5. Bread is made from a substance called "dough." It has been proven that as little as one pound of dough can be used to suffocate a mouse. The average American eats more bread than that in one month!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;6. Primitive tribal societies that have no bread exhibit a low incidence of cancer, Alzheimer's, Parkinson's disease, and osteoporosis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;7. Bread has been proven to be addictive. Subjects deprived of bread and given only water to eat begged for bread after as little as two days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;8. Bread is often a "gateway" food item, leading the user to "harder" items such as butter, jelly, peanut butter, and even cold cuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;9. Bread has been proven to absorb water. Since the human body is more than 90 percent water, it follows that eating bread could lead to your body being taken over by this absorptive food product, turning you into a soggy, gooey bread-pudding person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;10. Newborn babies can choke on bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;11. Bread is baked at temperatures as high as 400 degrees Fahrenheit! That kind of heat can kill an adult in less than one minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;12. Most American bread eaters are utterly unable to distinguish between significant scientific fact and meaningless statistical babbling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;In light of these frightening statistics, it has been proposed that the following bread restrictions be made:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;1. No sale of bread to minors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;2. A nationwide "Just Say No To Toast" campaign, complete celebrity TV spots and bumper stickers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;3. A 300 percent federal tax on all bread to pay for all the societal ills we might associate with bread.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;4. No animal or human images, nor any primary colors (which may appeal to children) may be used to promote bread usage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;5. The establishment of "Bread-free" zones around schools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;This article was written by B.S. Wheatberry in a desert after consuming mass quantities of yeast bread then realizing his canteen was empty. (seriously :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jangantah di makan lagi roti paun atu...hahaha =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112239043997753655?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112239043997753655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112239043997753655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112239043997753655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112239043997753655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/breadangerous.html' title='breadangerous'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112229907140219963</id><published>2005-07-25T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T22:27:30.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday haz</title><content type='html'>this post goes out to a special friend, who's been through more shit than he deserves, but still goes through the shit thrown with a head held high and...................&lt;br /&gt;wow, words cant even describe him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saying happy birthday is just too simple, saying you're "the best" is an understatement..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fa17.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fa15.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy 20th gaeboo =p *mwahz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112229907140219963?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112229907140219963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112229907140219963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112229907140219963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112229907140219963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-haz.html' title='happy birthday haz'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112221336152278521</id><published>2005-07-24T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T22:02:08.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Turn it inside out so I can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The part of you that's drifting over me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'Cause when I look you're, you're never there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But when I sleep you're, you're everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tell me how I got this far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tell me why you're here and who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'Cause every time I look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're never there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And every time I sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You're always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in a way im pissed... but i dont have a plausible reason to.. sure, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blitz F.C &lt;/span&gt;lost against&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kirana F.C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 2-0&lt;/span&gt;, but i think we all played a good game, especially on defense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and theres that person who is not talking to me.. even after i apologised and apologised... still nothing.. so okay, i had my reasons not to show up, and if you dont understand fine. im not going to pujuk someone that doesnt give me leeway for redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still pretty down after the whole quiting-work thing.. not for any emo-teenage reasons such as having fun times and great friends that i wont be able to see anymore, but for far more serious issues,financially... i even ran into a spot of trouble during &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UBD Registration,&lt;/span&gt; but thanks to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ajib&lt;/span&gt;s help, it was smoothed over in a little while.. so thank you&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; Jib&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling resentment towards the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ministry&lt;/span&gt; for not giving us the results BEFORE we start &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UBD&lt;/span&gt;.. it would save a lotta people a lotta trouble.. but what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this guy... who showed interest in me.. whether he was being serious or not, he made me realize that i dont want anyone right now... im pissed at myself for feeling this way, this running away from anyone who takes a step forward, because the sources of this feeling was from those two cow-holes from earlier this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the stupid thing, i wasnt even going out with them..(okay &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mash&lt;/span&gt;, i was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TECHNICALLY&lt;/span&gt;, but not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OFFICIALLY&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UBD&lt;/span&gt; starts tommorow... this is going to be interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;: remember the bet we made earlier this year? mine is up to two already =) i think UBD is a good ground to up our scores.. may the best ***** win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112221336152278521?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112221336152278521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112221336152278521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112221336152278521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112221336152278521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/pissed.html' title='pissed'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112213197387663357</id><published>2005-07-23T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T23:21:41.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day</title><content type='html'>it was our last day today.. the whole unit threw us a suprise farewell party..theres nothing to say, so i'll let the pictures do the talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/chiyaminxie.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/liyanabegayut.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/stress.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/umbrella.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/menwafiii.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/yamintidur.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/wuffy.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/sharinatwork.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/liyana.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/desk.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/deskafter.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/pass2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/zierajin.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/mirrors.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/punchcard.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/wafigaboo.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/jijoyanddhippo.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/fayeheart.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/3stooges.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/sandwiches.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/tigaa.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/kachipcake.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/wafigulp.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/zienkadatz.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we gotta remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/gone.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over and out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/signs.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112213197387663357?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112213197387663357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112213197387663357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112213197387663357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112213197387663357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/last-day.html' title='last day'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112200929170335904</id><published>2005-07-22T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T13:32:36.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>work ending</title><content type='html'>here i am at work, its lunch time and its freezing... im on the internet on &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ka Chips&lt;/span&gt; computer, abusing the fast speed like i always do, munching on the cookies that are from her secret chocolate stash in her desk drawer... todays my second last day of work and im feeling pretty low..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us four attachments,hosted a little makan- makan tadi pagi, each of us bringing in a little something.. i brought corn soup and nasi, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wafi&lt;/span&gt; brought his AWESOME TASTING rojak and daging&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;, Zie&lt;/span&gt; brought custard and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Liyana &lt;/span&gt;brought her Oreo pudding... so full at the end of it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really gonna miss working here.. waking up awal just to go to work and watching &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Liyana&lt;/span&gt; play neopets on the internet computer.. laughing at her all the way.. joking around with &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Zie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ka Daty&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Liyana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wafi&lt;/span&gt; abt everything and anything... keeping an ear out for the voice of my supervisor, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ka Zarina&lt;/span&gt;... running around like a chicken with its head cut off,doing my assigned jobs,multi-tasking like an old pro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sneaking to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ka Chips&lt;/span&gt; cubicle to ask if she has any munchies, watch her do her work in that highly efficent way of hers, reminding me a bit of &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Melina Jaini&lt;/span&gt;,but added with &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yanis&lt;/span&gt; incessant talking and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hazs&lt;/span&gt; humour and&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; Alis&lt;/span&gt; sarcasm.. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to the bank, hehe i go there so often the clerks at the bank know that im from DST and sometimes they let me cut the line =) going to the studio and watch the guy who is the voice of Boboi work his magic with the keyboards and sound mixers,making jingles and beats left and right while joking with me the whole time... letting me bash around with the studios drum-set if im feeling extra stressed... hurrying around to make sure the invoices were out on time... the hiding out in the filing room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are tons of memories made here&lt;br /&gt;- my first day on the job, wondering what the hell &lt;em&gt;Access Business&lt;/em&gt; was and wishing i was still &lt;em&gt;Pinkys&lt;/em&gt; bartender&lt;br /&gt;- having the only attachment computer with a cd player so used that privellage by hooking a set of speakers and blasting &lt;em&gt;Dashboard Confessionals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- accidentally shredding a pile of highly important papers in the shredding machine&lt;br /&gt;- going all the way to the top floor, Level 13 and watching the cars get smaller and smaller as we ascended in the glass elevator&lt;br /&gt;-our hyperness whenever our pay-cheques came out&lt;br /&gt;- falling for someone and the fun playful teasing from the others&lt;br /&gt;- went to Level 7 to send my supervisors laptop,not remembering i was wearing &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ka Datys&lt;/span&gt; bunny slippers and having the bad luck to run into the &lt;em&gt;DEPUTY MANAGING DIRECTOR&lt;/em&gt; in the meeting room...&lt;br /&gt;- writing letters to each other pretending to be secret admirers =)&lt;br /&gt;- helping out in all the exhibitions,road-shows...&lt;br /&gt;- getting into a fight on the phone with a &lt;em&gt;Fed-Ex&lt;/em&gt; operator&lt;br /&gt;- me and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Zie&lt;/span&gt; having to endure the jibes and questions of "&lt;em&gt;main bula kamu&lt;/em&gt;???!" after we changed into our football kits at the office and was on our way to training&lt;br /&gt;- them teaching me Bruneian words that i never knew such as "&lt;em&gt;jakun&lt;/em&gt;" "&lt;em&gt;arik&lt;/em&gt;" and some others&lt;br /&gt;- helping me revise and getting me ready for the scholarship interviews&lt;br /&gt;- the therapy sessions in the photocopy room when some of us were having problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tommorow is certainly going to be a sad day.. my last day of being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nur Faezah Haji Aus&lt;br /&gt;Job Attachment&lt;br /&gt;Access Business&lt;br /&gt;Interconnect Services Value&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DST Communications Sdn Bhd&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so a shout-out to each of my attachment buddies:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Zie&lt;/span&gt; : "&lt;em&gt;so there was this guy right&lt;/em&gt;"... haha thanks for all the talks we had, the laughs, the inside jokes.. thanks for never losing your temper with me when i was being annoying.. thanks for being there for me when i needed you... you're a great &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ka Zie&lt;/span&gt; =) jangan quit main bula!or ill tell &lt;em&gt;"Keldiff"&lt;/em&gt; we talk abt him lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Liyana&lt;/span&gt; : main tah&lt;em&gt; neopets&lt;/em&gt; atu balik balik!! haha thanks for always making me laugh, and even though there have been times i wanted to wring your neck,(im sure it goes both ways) i still love you!! thanks for always answering my questions when i asked and helping me study for the scholarship interviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wafi&lt;/span&gt; : ko jakun!! haha your like a big brother to me man.. hehe the advices u gave, the jokes u made.. hehe im sorry for anything i said or did that was over the line... im gna remember u everytime i mix nescafe and teh-tarik.. and if u need anything just call or text "&lt;em&gt;Sure no worriess&lt;/em&gt;".. hehe sorry for slipping u the wasabi nuts! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yamin&lt;/span&gt; : =p ko jahat quit awal =) the joker of the group, it was sunyi after u left so we had to be extra loud haha.. remember the time we went into bobois studio and played with the mics and our voices keluar macam Bobois?haha and the time tani escape keraja by going to Yayasan? hahah (hope &lt;em&gt;Human Resource&lt;/em&gt; never reads this) u always either made me laugh till my insides hurt or smile till my cheeks were stretched.. hahaah.. "&lt;em&gt;siapa bilang gadis melayu tak menawan&lt;/em&gt;"? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ka Chip&lt;/span&gt; : hehe Le Best! u fed me enough junk food for me to starve for the next month!! thanks for the girl gossip talks about "&lt;em&gt;Le Oblivious&lt;/em&gt;".. hehe and also showing me the ropes.. look out in less than 10 years, after i finish my bonding, im gna have your job!! hahaha but ull prolly be the &lt;em&gt;Managing Director&lt;/em&gt; by then heheehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ka Datz&lt;/span&gt; : "&lt;em&gt;Sponsored by Adabi&lt;/em&gt;" hahaha &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ka datz&lt;/span&gt; capi capi! i still stand by my first impression of u as a teenager trapped in a grown womans body!! hehe mama wa'ie sama nabil cali berabis berabis lah!! im gna miss you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man tommorows gna be hard...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112200929170335904?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112200929170335904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112200929170335904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112200929170335904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112200929170335904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/work-ending.html' title='work ending'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112194920064237649</id><published>2005-07-21T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:49:44.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf man??</title><content type='html'>okay. i am SO pissed at J.K.Rowling right now!!! i mean WTF was she thinking ending Harry Potter 6 like that??? no im not gna spoil the ending for those of you still reading out there, but again, WTH man????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was crying at the ending!!! the book was so good especially that thing that happened tht alee liked but WTH, had to end cause of stupid nobility!!... and a lot of the characters were being DOWNplayed!! like Scrimgeour, and Ginny Weasley... macam, nada keluar banyak dorang punya character!!and whats with the whole thing at the end with the R.A.B?? WTH????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid gimmick to keep us squirmming like effing mice for the Seventh Harry Potter book.. and curse it cause its annoyingly working... lama jua July 2006 ani eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im pissed at you too.. stop what you're doing cause I HATE PEOPLE AVOIDING ME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;.plug.in. - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" href="http://www.simpur.net.bn/"&gt;www.simpur.net.bn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;listens to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amylea - Hati Ini Telah Dilukai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112194920064237649?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112194920064237649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112194920064237649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112194920064237649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112194920064237649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/wtf-man.html' title='wtf man??'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112187604680259372</id><published>2005-07-20T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T01:48:29.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for hamdi</title><content type='html'>this post is for Hamdi, who i met at the UBD registration with Narissa... he said i have too much text on my blog.. so heres to you Dee =)) love ya man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/hamdii.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; hamdi at the steps of UBD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/faenhamdi.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; me and hamdi.. i played hooky at work to dengani Zie and Liyana pass up their forms =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/us.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; speaking of work, me, Liyana, Wafi and Zie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/yaminliyanadst.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt; yamin and liyana being vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/smashedglass.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the windows of DST HQ smashed by itself and showered the road below with glass... scary day it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/heartshapedveg.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;yo pinky blue, remember this? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/bilnali.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;i miss them =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://blitzfc.multiply.com/photos/photo/6/1.jpg" /&gt; and to those of you who STILL dont believe i play football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pics at &lt;a href="http://blitzfc.multiply.com/photos"&gt;blitzfc.multiply.com/photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112187604680259372?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112187604680259372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112187604680259372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112187604680259372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112187604680259372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/for-hamdi.html' title='for hamdi'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112173021946202783</id><published>2005-07-19T07:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T07:43:39.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>avoiding ali's blog like the plague</title><content type='html'>at the moment, refraining from visiting a certain best-friends blog of fear that he will spoil new the Harry Potter book for me... im nearly done with it... then i can go back to my care-free days of blog-hopping =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to hook-up with someone in gadong but had dinner at i-Lotus instead last night in celebration of Najib, Yazid's brothers birthday.. so i was at a table sitting with Yazid, Hazie,Iqbal, my ex-web developer (i think he doesnt know i stopped using his masterpiece XD) Yasmin (too many JIS people!)and Raeky... there were lots of food!! but i was really tired so it took every once of strength to keep listening to their conversation and not fall asleep on Raekys shoulder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the UBD acceptance list came out yesterday, and orientation starts on the 25th.. fits into my initial plans of quiting work on Saturday 23rd then off to UBD the following week.. Uand the funny thing is i dont even know my course... it just says BA programme in the Faculty of Art and Social Sciences.. so I THINK it was that English Language Studies programme.. I THINK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mental note: ask Yani, as shes in your course&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at work we got a suprise because Wafi was just informing us that the UBD acceptance list was out when Zie(who was waiting for word from ITB) got a call from her friend, who saw Zie's name posted on UBDs list for BA Business Admin! Zie was so shocked since she thought she was headed for ITB, and only applied to UBD saja-saja.. turns out she was practically the only one from the Business School who got accepted to do a degree programme in UBD and not a HND programme in ITB... so she saved around 2 years? she was crying in happiness!! damn so proud of you Zie!!! =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while Zie and Liyana were celebrating their accpetance, i was quiet.. and i hated myself for it, because all that was going on in my head was "U got accepted to UBD...and......????".. basically i dint really give two cents that i got a scholarship to UBD.. im more tense in waiting to find out if i got the government scholarship or not..does that make me arrogant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, here are some people who are totally ELATED that they got accepted, and here I am going "nyeh...."...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, i dont think UBD as a low-ranking instituition as some Bruneians do (im sure the people in i-Lotus last night would have scoffed in my face if i said that out loud) but i feel i worked my ass off in A levels so i can get more than UBD ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, me working my ass off in A levels is a highly debatable issue =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112173021946202783?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112173021946202783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112173021946202783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112173021946202783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112173021946202783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/avoiding-alis-blog-like-plague.html' title='avoiding ali&apos;s blog like the plague'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112162466691711664</id><published>2005-07-18T02:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T02:24:26.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its about time</title><content type='html'>felt like changing the layout...now the posers are either going to be livid that i used a skin, or happy that im a poser now... and update,ONE of you! the hub is getting too quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 2.18am, and im tired because i havent gotten proper sleep after my two-day workout; my friday jog with syai and my saturday match with Blitz FC... and i think syai has more stamina than i do in three training sessions..=))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for bringing me for the jog syai =) and the going-outs... hehe Romans... hehe mwahz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112162466691711664?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112162466691711664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112162466691711664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112162466691711664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112162466691711664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-about-time.html' title='its about time'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112158332043515564</id><published>2005-07-17T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T20:17:56.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blitzer #19</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Blitz F.C&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Manggis Angels&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i know i know 1-1 is a DRAW Fae, not a WIN, but fuck that shit, this was against MANGGIS ANGELS!! the last time they played against pixies, Angels defenders stamped on a pixie striker! and they play body contact!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so before the match, our two coaches, Jul and Cliff were conveying team strategies and it seemed pretty clear on each Blitz players faces that we were very intimidated by the Angels... so our coaches told us not to worry, noone was expecting much of us since it was our first game, but at the same time, they wouldnt tolerate any slacking off either =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game was divided into 30-mins per half, and we were doing a 4-3-1-2 formation, and since our usual goalie couldnt make it to the game, we had to make do with one of the newbies, Linie..&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt in the starting eleven thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were all pretty hyped up cause we were wearing our new jerseys which looked pretty sweet =p but then we saw the Angels, especially the infamous defender, and i realized that it was Diana, the Bruneian singer... she was by far the most 'grown-up' of the whole team... i thanked god i wasnt any of our strikers, Yanti and Chit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were a lot of people that came to cheer Blitz FC on... i had my own personal cheer-leader, Miss Pom-poms imported form the US, Miss Melina Jaini =)))) u know i love u girl!! ajib came too, he said he read my blog hahaha&lt;br /&gt;and out of the people to show up to cheer me on was my older brothers best fren, Jus.. haha.. or maybe he just wants to check out the competiotion for DHS Pixies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game started off at 5pm and the cool thing was we had these really professional looking referees!.. they were 3 of them! and they were wearing the yellow referee uniforms.. we were like "Cool! we have an ACTUAL referee and two linesmen!" they even had those little flags!! when Angels played Pixies they had a guy in a pink shirt to referee! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to bore u with details so lets just say Blitz scored the first goal!! On around the 15th minute,Chit scored with a cool assist by Ruby... but the funny thing was the players on the field was so nervous and keyed up they didnt celebrate, jst got back into position... but the players on the sidelines were jumping around like mad women! hehe.. but Angels got a goal in 5 mins after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then suddenly, Coach saw that our stiker Yanti was slowing down, so he looked at the substitutes to replace her... i avoided eyecontact with coach but damnit he went "Fae! ganti yanti." i was like "wth?? shes a striker!" Coach just smiled and signaled the ref..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there i was in the field, and the infamous defender had a glint in her eyes when i walked to take my position, the glint said something along the lines of "Im gna eat youuuuuu".. *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a shot at the goal, but was saved by Angels goalkeeper... and i kept hearing Jus yelling out "GO ADIK SI PING!!!!!" hahha crazy shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the second half i played left-wing, not striker thank god.. tee hee&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing jua is that Fae is funnily very verbal.. and there was this hilarious moment where my workmate Zie, who is the most EVEN-TEMPERED person i know.. like, she doesnt lose her temper at all... and she was playing right wing and she was passed the ball... then she was attacked by two of the Angels and was roughly hustled sampai i think ia ter-gugur... she got up and terus yelled "THAT WAS RUDE!!!!".... the blitzers were like, momentarily stunned that we shut up for a sec... hahahahahaha that was the funniest moment of the match.. si Zie ber-teriak!!! hhahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea shush ali, i didnt fall down =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112158332043515564?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112158332043515564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112158332043515564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112158332043515564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112158332043515564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/blitzer-19.html' title='Blitzer #19'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112129831107096511</id><published>2005-07-14T07:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T17:59:56.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>football, futsal, apakan fae?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;im sleep deprived, due to a couple of factors and a couple of people...and my credit is also very very dead..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;well, i wanna apologize to ali syai and mel for taking a raincheck on Tuesday night, even though i really wanted to go out, i had a massive headache and my knees were raw due to football training.. it was our last training before our match on Saturday, so Coach was really grilling us hard.. and in our practise game, i tried to tackle the opponent did it a few times and ended up skinning my knees till they bled.. hahaha i gotta minta Haz show me how to tackle properly =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;last night me and my brother went out to look for Futsal boots for me and we visited the same stores we visited when looking for my football equipment.. i think the Lingkas are pretty pissed with us cause we keep coming in and hardly ever buying anything... haha.. but we went to Batu Satu and i saw the coolest shoes.. Nike Tiempo Legends, white and red, no studs... atu nyaman di pakai... then i saw ANOTHER pair that was lawa, Nike Air Zoom Ninety II red and grey, no studs... and i was like eeeeeee lawa... but i didnt know which to choose... i drove my brother crazy last night cause i kept asking the names of the boots balik balik... so yea..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" src="http://bolliger-schuhe.ch/info/pics/nike-fussballschuhe-tiempo-air-legend-f5-310115-161.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;v.s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" src="http://www.mistersport.com/boutique/images_produits/v308900-011_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;haha antah eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Blitz F.C &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;versus&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Manggis Angels&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Saturday, 16th July 2005&lt;br /&gt;Kick-off - 4.30pm&lt;br /&gt;Padang K, J.P.M.C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first game.. and i have to break bones for Mash.. i hope Ali doesnt come and laugh me off the field =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112129831107096511?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112129831107096511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112129831107096511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112129831107096511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112129831107096511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/football-futsal-apakan-fae.html' title='football, futsal, apakan fae?'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112103859588770351</id><published>2005-07-11T07:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T07:36:35.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will it be worth the wait?</title><content type='html'>shit-load has happened ever since that fun night in J.P... have you ever had those times where it seems like everything is just a-okay and ure so elated that you dont see that stone in front of your foot and you trip over it, land on the gritty gravel, bum-in-the-air?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that fun night came consenquences,and with consenquences came conflict and pain..i feel like im back in square one with the person who i would give anything to have his trust... and im not talking about no teenage-drama-queen-i-need-ure-trust shit, this is the real thing, this is hard cold reality, this is blood... and the ironic thing is, out of the scores of friends that i can totally open up to, this particular subject is only known to the person who isnt even giving me the time of day anymore.. ironic bullshit that is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to [78], im sorry you had to be in the middle of the crossfire.. ill explain when i have credit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, my football team had a fitness test yesterday at Bukit Shahbandar... and goddamn it made me realize how much i hate hiking! sure it was a snap compared to when a bunch of us went for Outward Bound and had to climb 22 frickin hills with nearly 30kg of stuff strapped to our backs and not enough sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a point where i was so lost in my own thoughts, i just kept my eyes trained to the ground in front of me, and i started to realize that the pathway didnt look like a pathway that was regularlyt taken, and i looked up and couldnt see my teammate,Mimi, who was infront of me just a few minutes before.. i looked back, hoping to see my other teammates and there was noone...i had strayed out of the path without knowing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying not to panic(ignoring the visions in my head that showed me in the dark forest alone with just my water bottle for company) i called out my coach's name.. thank god he answered back and his voice seemed like it was on the other side of the shoulder of rock that was on my right... he came to rescue me and as it turned out i had taken a wrong turning and was walking parallell to the pathway the whole time, but i was on the rocks... the coach made sure i was in view the whole time after that..=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ali, wanna go bukit shahbandar together? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the fitness test, we went to watch Manggis Angels and DHS Pixies play at JPMC.. my team is playing Angels next saturday so we wanted to scope out the competition.. turns out DHS Pixies are the team Aizat coaches, the one Mash is in, and the one Jus helps out with... i knew a lot of Mashes teammates and turns out i knew Aizats older sister even before i knew Aizat... small fricking world Brunei is i swear... hung out with Mirul most of the time, playing pass cause i couldnt see the game with my short-sighted-ness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta get this off my chest... why am i waiting around? in the past, the 'old' Fae wouldnt be waiting around, especially what happened in 2003 when i DID decide to wait for someone.. but now i actually dont mind waiting for 'him'.. syai was suprised when i told her during our sushi date; but i said something that wasnt even in my head "Fae's different with every guy she likes"... the sentence suprised both me and syai and i still dont know where it came from...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im waiting, but time is running out so will it be worth it in the end? or just another "could-have-been"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss Mel and Yani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;xoxox so heres my heart waiting for you to take it baby xoxox&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112103859588770351?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112103859588770351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112103859588770351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112103859588770351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112103859588770351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/will-it-be-worth-wait.html' title='will it be worth the wait?'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112060731697914992</id><published>2005-07-06T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T07:48:37.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spontaienity kick ass!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;i woke up tuesday morning thinking i was going to have a crappy day because i was semi-pissed at someone for something &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; did and the fact that &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; hadnt even apologized peeved me off more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;but i got a suprise at work, cause &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; came to my workplace just so &lt;strong&gt;he &lt;/strong&gt;could see me and apologize in person =) now all is well between us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;then after football training, i thought my night was just going to be me and the t.v having some quality time together, just like how my aching muscles were suggesting... but no sooner did i walk in the door straight outta training, the phone rang and it was &lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Diz&lt;/strong&gt; wanting to bring me to JP... pass up a chance to hang with the girls? HELL NO... screw my aching body..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;we went to JP, but we changed our minds when we were in the parking lot cause we thought [a &lt;em&gt;group of three girls&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;no guys&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;+&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;scary jerudong people at night&lt;/em&gt; ]wasnt the best equation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;so we decided to go to the mall.. (&lt;strong&gt;diz&lt;/strong&gt; drives crazy btw) but when we got to the mall, &lt;strong&gt;Ali&lt;/strong&gt; called and said that THEY were in J.P! damn u &lt;strong&gt;ali&lt;/strong&gt;, why cudnt u have called BEFORE we paid $2 for parking?? hahaha so we went BACK to J.P... and &lt;strong&gt;ali&lt;/strong&gt; was there with &lt;strong&gt;Sham&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;MASH&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!! tee-hee, ironically me and &lt;strong&gt;mash&lt;/strong&gt; were on the phone monday night and complaining to each other that we dint get to see each other much... =) =) =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;so there we were, &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Diz&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ali&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Mash&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sham,&lt;/strong&gt; ready to have the time of our lives at the park that has lost its former glory but held memories of sweet innocent childhood years; all hyped up to ride the &lt;em&gt;Pusing Lagi&lt;/em&gt; and the &lt;em&gt;Giant Drop&lt;/em&gt;, when we saw the entrance board near the ticket stand saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Isnin &amp; Selasa - TUTUP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;ahahahahahaha pedah pedah!!! so to Bruneians out there, please note that &lt;em&gt;Jerudong Park Playground is CLOSED on Mondays and Tuesdays&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;so we all went to &lt;em&gt;Khazs Corner&lt;/em&gt; in Sengkurong to have a right laugh at ourselves... &lt;strong&gt;Diz, Sham and Ali&lt;/strong&gt; were driving, so they raced all the way to Sengkurong.. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;after that we went to &lt;em&gt;Jerudong beach&lt;/em&gt; to just sit and talk... we all got along really well considering the fact that some of us dint know each other before the night...and some other stuff..but memorable night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;(and &lt;em&gt;Sham&lt;/em&gt; lent me a truck loada DvDs!!! well a lil exageration, but hearing him talk abt them, makes u think they ARE a truck loada DvDs.. inda ku betidur nie, GURANTEE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;so &lt;em&gt;spontainity bears happy fruit&lt;/em&gt; =) and to think i wanted to stay home =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;//Yellowcard - Gifts and Curses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112060731697914992?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112060731697914992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112026069121078864</id><published>2005-07-02T07:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T07:32:33.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid government</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;first point that government has holes in the system:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt; just told me that he isnt leaving today(saturday) and he might leave sometime next week... so yay a few extra days of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt; in brunei =) =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;he seemed a little worried when we went out to antar &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kel &lt;/span&gt;off, i think hes worried abt his visa.. but i have &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;absolutely no doubt&lt;/span&gt; that he IS going to fly off and become the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;best pilot for RBA&lt;/span&gt;, but due to &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the stupid way the government loves red tape and paperwork&lt;/span&gt;, i betcha its just gna be post poned for a lil bit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;another point that shows that either &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;the government is corrupt&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;just plain lazy ass MOFOs&lt;/span&gt; is the fact that my friend from my driving school just texted me saying that everyone passed their &lt;em&gt;Highway Code&lt;/em&gt; test... erm HELLO?!!! i KNOW &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i got a &lt;em&gt;"Soalan Wajib"&lt;/em&gt; wrong!!! i shud fail hello???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tch... but &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;their laziness is to my advantage&lt;/span&gt;.. i keep my best fren for a teeny bit longer and i dont have to study for stupid road sign tests no more... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112026069121078864?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-112019293133946150</id><published>2005-07-01T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:47:50.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in point form</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;- had my MIB interview... got called on a saturday and was told the interview was that following monday... had plans the whole weekend so didnt have time to study till monday morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;thank god rey helped me so i dint feel THAT nervous when we arreived at the MOE...we tried to curb our nervousness by commenting on our surroundings, from the poiinted heels of this woman worker which looked so sharp it would TOTALLY hurt if shoved up ure nose, to this 'plant' which had nothing on its branches..it was basically just twigs glued together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;the interview itself went bad... i screwed up at the first minute by not knowing the malay translation of my course *wince* can someone tell me what "Mass Communications and Public Relations" is in malay? then i dint know what month it was that you were supposed to naik haji.. and they asked me to list down in order the adat adat istiadat perkahwinan orang brunei...i mean how the fuck am i supposed to know that? oh wait, by STUDYING... hahaha but nyeh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;oh and i forgot the Sultans full name!!! hahahahahahahahahaahahha orang brunei apa ni????!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;- it was yamins last day at work kelmarin.. and made me realize how much im gna miss working at dst when i quit (23rd July)... so much fun working here..inda sah kalau nada laughs dalam sehari.. crazy times..we spent the day being vain and taking loadsa pictures... my workmates are vain i tell ya! and id rather be the one taking pictures than being IN the picture so i was the one taking most of the pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;- rezas back in town so its been fun hanging with him.. he looks like a footballer with his ponytail and earring and his italian looks shining, hahahaha...the old jokes are still funny, the old insults still work.. hehe.. and he made me realize when someone leaves it doesnt mean theyll be gone forever... makes the fact that bil left and alis leaving better to stomach...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;- have finally picked which UNiversity to go to if i get the scholarship.. yesterday i logged onto UCAS track and made a firm acceptance to Cardiff University.. the reasons? cause if i go to Leeds, ill just end up being a pothead... hahahahahaha true kan? kan kan kan? and im gna be with my best fren if i go tro Cardiff. rent a house, throw parties, her yelling at me in the morning to get the house cleared up and off to our communication lectures.. yea thats the life... hahaha apakan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;- im gna miss ali.. i WILL see him again, but im gna miss him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;- i miss bil... am thinking of using the company fone to call her... hehehehe if i get fired biartia.. as long as i get to talk to my girlfren.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;- i wanna go to KL and singapore with melina jaini and sharifah suryani tapi i have no money and i cant skive off work... so u girls better save the adventures till we go to UK together lol... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;- i failed my undang undang test hahaha cause of one stupid roadsign that looks like Zorros mark.. stupid Zorro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;- i went to a abday party the other day with yamin.. it was Ka Chips son Mukri's third bday party... and ada slide bouncer.. that was filled with water =) =) =) =) siukkkkk.. kami main the bouncer sama ka chips husbands football mates.. hahaha watching late-20 year old men playing water slide is a really funny experience.. hehehe and i met ka chips cousin who was the Voice editor the year before us...afifah is her name i think..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;i dont know what to say anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-112019293133946150?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/112019293133946150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=112019293133946150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112019293133946150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/112019293133946150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-point-form.html' title='in point form'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-111953702631464713</id><published>2005-06-23T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:40:32.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knick knack paddywhack</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;haha okay i can explain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i didnt want to go to sleep after i posted, so i called up &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bil&lt;/span&gt;, and we had a major &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gaboo Session&lt;/span&gt;... thank you so much darlz... she put a few things into perspective, she made me realize that i needed to make the best out of time we have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i stayed up as long as i could after the phone call because i didnt want to go to sleep.. reason? i was scared to dream of him... but i did inevitably fall asleep, and i DID dream of him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the dream:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i was riding on an escalator, going up, and i turned and saw him at the foot of the escalator... he was beckoning to me so i started running down the escalator,going against the flow...but i was going nowhere, i kept running and running but i seemed to still be in the same position... in the end i stopped running and yelled "GET ON!", so he stepped on the escalator... i'll meet you at the top...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i woke up feeling a little bit better... put on my favorite baju kurung and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bil&lt;/span&gt;s ring as a good luck charm and went to work... it was really hard to look at him in the eye... i had a few therapy sessions with my workmate in the photocopy room and they advised me on some stuff... and i made up my mind to talk to him because heck i really like the guy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;at lunchtime i got a call from '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;orang atu&lt;/span&gt;', who was craving for sushi, so he brought me to Excapade Qlap and cheered me up real good =) thanks man, owe u one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;after lunch, fueled by sushi, i finally had a talk to him... the results were great cause all the awkwardness dissapeared... we were back the way we were, and turns out i misunderstood what he meant... sure he still thinks that long distances dont work out, but he still wants to get to know me better, and hopefully when hes ready, we can take it to another level... so were just taking things slow right now... i want to erase all the bad feelings i felt on tuesday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;then before the end of work, he suprised me by ajak-ing me to watch a movie with his sisters that night... and thats how we ended up at the mall killing time with his two sisters before watching the 9oclock show at Bolkiah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;enter &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aLi&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;me and his 2 sisters were walking around on the first floor of the mall while he was at Winmark, when i hear a poklen hiss.. u know the one that goes "psssssssttt pssssssstttt"... but this particular poklen hiss sounded vaguely familiar and had a teeny bit of urgency... looked to my left and saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aLi&lt;/span&gt; riding the down escalator, beckoning me.. (ehhhhh i feel like i typed that already...) so i started running towards and down the escalator...macam movie yooooo hahaha when i reached &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;aLi&lt;/span&gt;, i terus hit him so i think people who were watching me thought i was running after a boyfren yang ada buat dosa haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;oh, really recommend watching a horror movie with someone you fancy ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and goddamn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt; for leaving soon.. damn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bil &lt;/span&gt;for leaving soon.. in under 2 weeks two of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best friends&lt;/span&gt; are going to leave the country... damnnn this fact only truly hit me when i caught up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and he said "im leaving in a week" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;*hears gongs in head and feels a punch in the gut*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to supress these feelings that i always have when someones going to leave the country, although these feelings are sharper this time cause its TWO people that i love and cherish...&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna think about it anymore.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*after Sham left for U.K* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;GaBoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;: hey what would you do if I left the country? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;Fae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;: probably kill myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;GaBoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;: ohhhhh thats so sweet, im "kill myself" material!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i dont wanna think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; This old man, he played one&lt;br /&gt;He played knick-knack on my thumb&lt;br /&gt;Knick-knack paddywhack, give your dog a bone&lt;br /&gt;This old man came rolling home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old man, he played two&lt;br /&gt;He played knick-knack on my shoe&lt;br /&gt;Knick-knack paddywhack, give your dog a bone&lt;br /&gt;This old man came rolling home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old man, he played three&lt;br /&gt;He played knick-knack on my knee&lt;br /&gt;Knick-knack paddywhack, give your dog a bone&lt;br /&gt;This old man came rolling home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old man, he played four&lt;br /&gt;He played knick-knack on my door&lt;br /&gt;Knick-knack paddywhack, give your dog a bone&lt;br /&gt;This old man came rolling home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old man, he played five&lt;br /&gt;He played knick-knack on my hive&lt;br /&gt;Knick-knack paddywhack, give your dog a bone&lt;br /&gt;This old man came rolling home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old man, he played six&lt;br /&gt;He played knick-knack on my sticks&lt;br /&gt;Knick-knack paddywhack, give your dog a bone&lt;br /&gt;This old man came rolling home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old man, he played seven&lt;br /&gt;He played knick-knack up in heaven&lt;br /&gt;Knick-knack paddywhack, give your dog a bone&lt;br /&gt;This old man came rolling home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old man, he played eight&lt;br /&gt;He played knick-knack on my gate&lt;br /&gt;Knick-knack paddywhack, give your dog a bone&lt;br /&gt;This old man came rolling home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old man, he played nine&lt;br /&gt;He played knick-knack on my spine&lt;br /&gt;Knick-knack paddywhack, give your dog a bone&lt;br /&gt;This old man came rolling home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old man, he played ten&lt;br /&gt;He played knick-knack once again&lt;br /&gt;Knick-knack paddywhack, give your dog a bone&lt;br /&gt;This old man came rolling home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-111953702631464713?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111953702631464713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-111936281708641876</id><published>2005-06-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T22:06:57.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fate fell short this time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;its happened again.. makes me wonder why i even bother with these things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was going to tell you how i felt on saturday, the day we were supposed to watch the movie, but then you suprised me by cornering me on friday and telling me how YOU felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you said that you liked me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you said that you would regret it if you didnt tell me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you said you've always felt comfortable around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you said that if we were to take the relationship to another level, and i were to go overseas, you would still give 'us' a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i said that i liked you too, probably longer than you've liked me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i said that i loved your companionship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i said that i didnt know much about you, and you didnt know much about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i said that i have just gotten hurt by a guy, who toyed with my heart, and left me bruised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;what i wanted to say was that i wanted to give 'us' a chance, even though i was fresh out of the battlefield and the bruises were still healing..because i truly believed that you could be the one to help me heal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;we parted that day without officially establishing what we were.. we didnt have a 'status'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but u made me feel cared...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and my mindset started to change, i started to act like i was someones girlfren.. baby steps towards an official relationship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it was funny in a way; regarding you as a 'boyfriend'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;introduced you to my brother and my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;let my friends get to know u better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;making you top priority when having a chance to call or message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;telling you what i was up to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;getting jealous when that girl showed intrest in you (not that i told u i was jealous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but then, after a week ad a half of being in the 'grey area', someone started showing interest in me.. and although i had no interest in him, it made me wonder just what exactly me and you were.. because even though i would have felt guilty if i had given him my number, i shouldnt feel guilty because you and i arent 'exclusive'.. i shouldnt feel jealous because you werent mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so i asked you outright, " what exactly are we?" and your answers shocked me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;u answered that you have been thinking after confessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;u answered that you realized after much thought, that you wouldnt stand a long distance relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;u answered that you were so scared of the future, of not HAVING a future with me, that that was why you havent asked me to be your girlfren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;u answered that you hoped that we would just remain as we are, friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am sick of hearing that excuse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am sick of people using the future as an excuse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;because thats what it is, a cowardly excuse.. werent you the one that told me that we should seize life?that we should live in the now? cant you see what you have NOW? fuck the future, fuck the fact that u might lose me to a foreign country, you have me NOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am sick of handing my heart to someone i deem worthy of keeping it safe and to have them walk all over it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;im tired, but i dont want to go to sleep, because ill just dream of you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Fate fell short this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Your smile fades in the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Place your hand in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;I’ll leave when I wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;This place was never the same again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;After you came and went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;How can you say you meant anything different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;To anyone standing alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;On the street with a cigarette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;On the first night we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;Look to the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;And remember and smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;And maybe tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;I can breathe for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm not in the scene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;I think I'm fallin' asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;But then all that it means is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'll always be dreaming of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-111898436143179918</id><published>2005-06-17T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T12:59:21.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the little things you do</title><content type='html'>Some are lucky to find that one person who dont hesitate to show with words and actions, that straight out send the message that they care. through love letters that explain in pages and pages of flowery language or through love tokens that display prominently the words "I LOVE YOU" or "U R MY BEST FRIEND".. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but these type of people are now regarded with cynicism.. sincerity is always doubted..and not without evidence, as scores of playboys and play-girls out there just say the words that youve been meaning to hear without any actual sincerity.. thus the phrase "whisper sweet nothings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, upon deeper inspection, there seems to be another way to show affection and love, and its not through elaborate confessions, but quite the opposite... usually done by the shy, or those not used to displaying emotion, they show affection and care through "the little things" that they do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by buying you a keychain of "Edna Mode" from the Incredibles because she was your favorite character in the movie&lt;br /&gt;by waiting for you at the door when your class finishes&lt;br /&gt;by buying you a bar of chocolate just because you happened to mention that you havent eaten chocolate in a long time&lt;br /&gt;by bringing you his favorite jacket because he knows you get cold easily&lt;br /&gt;by filling up your MP3 player with songs that he keeps hearing you sing&lt;br /&gt;by reminding you to take your medicine&lt;br /&gt;by suggesting you skip training for the day because he sees that you're tired&lt;br /&gt;by bringing you to watch his friends play footsal cause you've just started playing football&lt;br /&gt;by telling you that theres a sale at the bookstore cause he knows  you love reading&lt;br /&gt;by pasting up a cute picture on your desktop at work to see you smile&lt;br /&gt;by messaging you goodluck before your big interview&lt;br /&gt;by saying your name in his prayers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill take someone who says "i care" in his own obscure ways than someone who shouts "i love you" but doesnt mean it anyday..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-111898436143179918?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-111824744996966064</id><published>2005-06-08T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T00:17:29.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;been too tired to post.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[aLee] &lt;/span&gt;thanx for the ankle support...im sure itll really help me during training and matches.. if ure not too busy ure welcome to come to the match on sunday... no gurantees im gna be playing though,so no gurntees to have a chance to have a right laugh n my expense, but hey you can drool over my teammates... =) miss ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[BiL]&lt;/span&gt; i cant believe ure leaving soon...*sigh* jalan on our anniversary? i lanja? and u still need to interview *him* heee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[KeL]&lt;/span&gt; 8 hrs what on earth????how was exams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Yazid]&lt;/span&gt; apologies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[FaYe 2]&lt;/span&gt; im sorry i couldnt meet you this week.. ive been really busy.. ill try next week sorrryyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[HaZ]&lt;/span&gt; i miss youuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Rey] &lt;/span&gt;bila badminton??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Mash]&lt;/span&gt; seriously, i bet theres a club out there named "Guys who have fallen for Mash but too scared to tell her United" or something... mwahz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[you]&lt;/span&gt; i had a dream about you... and in the dream you were mine.. as in we were together and we were so happy, and everything felt so right...all we did were just normal  everyday stuff, like having lunch together, going for a cruise, windowshopping, but all these normal things felt richer, felt more colourful, just because of the sole fact that i was sharing them with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i woke up with a smile on my face...and feeling the utmost contentment... until i realized, it will never happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;i miss you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-111824744996966064?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111824744996966064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=111824744996966064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/111824744996966064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/111824744996966064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-dream.html' title='just a dream'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-111773123019311563</id><published>2005-06-02T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T00:53:50.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR KEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;eh eh eh eh &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kel Kel Kel&lt;/span&gt;!! check this out :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/Fa12.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;hahahah kambang aku ah! i just got my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Provisional License&lt;/span&gt; this morning..and its not like im excited cause ive never seen these little pieces of papers before, its just im awestruck that one of these little pieces of papers has &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY name&lt;/span&gt; on it heeeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt; inda jealous? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kel Kel Kelllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my plans keep changing.. last minute &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cancellations&lt;/span&gt;, last minute &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hooking-up&lt;/span&gt;s.. this was SUPPOSED to be my week:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sunday 29th&lt;/span&gt; - chill, 4.30 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Monday 30th&lt;/span&gt; - 2.40 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interview&lt;/span&gt;, then to JPD to get my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;provisional license&lt;/span&gt;,then 5pm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Tuesday 31st&lt;/span&gt; -4pm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Wednesday 1st&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wardi&lt;/span&gt;, initially &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7pm movie&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wuffy,Zie,Liyana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yamin&lt;/span&gt;(workmates), but got messaged by &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;manager&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indoor training &lt;/span&gt;at 7.30 so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rescheduled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;movie&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;saturday afternoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Thursday 2nd&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt; with&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Ali&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7 pm movie&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Raeky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Friday 3rd&lt;/span&gt; - 5pm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girly outing &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Saturday 4th&lt;/span&gt; - afternoon- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;movie&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wuffy,Zie,Liyana&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sunday 5th&lt;/span&gt; - work-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;volunteer at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Simpur Family Day&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S.M.Menglait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Socio lunch gathering&lt;/span&gt; at 2pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but this is what happened to THOSE plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;- after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt;, i was brought to the hospital cause my ankles and knees hurt during training, and the doctor gave me medicine and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;banned&lt;/span&gt; me from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt; for a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whole week&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;- couldnt chill cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;abang&lt;/span&gt; bawa jalan but left me at &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;the mall &lt;/span&gt;to go play football so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hooked up&lt;/span&gt; last minute with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mel &lt;/span&gt;and later on with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jason&lt;/span&gt;.. skipped &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;monday &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; interview&lt;/span&gt;, came at 2, ended at 4.15 so didnt get to go to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JPD&lt;/span&gt; for my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P license&lt;/span&gt;. skipped &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;- went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;training&lt;/span&gt; but stopped after an hour cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ankle HURT!!&lt;/span&gt; kana marahi oleh teammates for going against doctors orders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;wardi&lt;/span&gt; had a cold so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cancelled&lt;/span&gt; our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt;, ended up having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KFC,The Mall&lt;/span&gt;, visited &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Incomm&lt;/span&gt;.. then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;manager&lt;/span&gt; txted saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;indoor training &lt;/span&gt;was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cancelled&lt;/span&gt; so went back to original plan of watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;movies with workmates&lt;/span&gt;.. ended up watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Madagascar'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;thursday&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cancelled&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt; cause he had an RBA breifing; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;raeky &lt;/span&gt;called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cancelling&lt;/span&gt; our movie cause he was needed at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i dont know if im allowed to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; train&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, and i dont knw kalau the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girly outing&lt;/span&gt; jadi... and my dad just told me that he booked me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;driving lesson &lt;/span&gt;on &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sunday at 2pm,&lt;/span&gt; the time of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lunch gathering&lt;/span&gt;... so now i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moved up&lt;/span&gt; the gathering to 12pm (sorry guys!) and hopefully everything will turn out as planned.. though that hasnt happened at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dont you hate it when u plan and plan and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; turns out as planned? thats why i hardly ever plan ahead, but rather do things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spontaneously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;///Listens to Edge of Fire - "Whole Again" ///&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-111773123019311563?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111773123019311563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=111773123019311563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/111773123019311563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/111773123019311563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-kel.html' title='FOR KEL'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-111756039052046626</id><published>2005-06-01T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T02:47:40.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>against me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think someone &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;'up there'&lt;/span&gt; doesnt want me to go to sleep... i was so tired after training that i wanted to go to sleep early... so after showering and bla bla, i was walking towards my room, and "BRINGGG" the phone rings just when i was walking past it and guess who it was??? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NAJIE POOH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the land of the rising sun!!!&lt;/span&gt; hehehehe was great to hear from her since i was asleep the last time she called... we caught each other up on our lives... that &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Kyudo - japanese archery&lt;/span&gt; sounds awesome..im jealous!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so after i got off the phone with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Naj&lt;/span&gt; i was already a bit sleepy so i went to bed and started to drift off to sleep...and then my phone rang..a misscall.. from my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;work-crush&lt;/span&gt;... and then he messaged.. messaged back...reply reply reply till i cudnt take my drooping eyelids so i txted saying goodnight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;was finally drifting off when the phone rang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;! and it was an &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Unknown" number&lt;/span&gt;.. so i pick it up and WA-HEYYY its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yazid&lt;/span&gt; calling from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Australia&lt;/span&gt;! he couldnt sleep so he decided to give me a call and ask how the interview was... and he made me jealous cause he went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Foo Fighters LIVE&lt;/span&gt;... damnnnnn youuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so after half an hour of yazid, he let me go to sleep.. but goddamn it my eyes wouldnt close!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so now im up at 2am in the morning blogging and chatting with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Shai&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;curses. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;the sandman&lt;/span&gt; probably gave up on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pintlock: a lock for ice-cream pints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Ben and Jerry's customer requested that the ice-cream come "in stainless steel, bulletproof containers with a little padlock." The company didn't go that far, but they did create this lockable pint-lid that fits over your ice-cream and deters casual munchers from helping themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://craphound.com/images/pintlock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;the things they think of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-111756039052046626?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111756039052046626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=111756039052046626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/111756039052046626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/111756039052046626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/06/against-me.html' title='against me'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-111751194698486329</id><published>2005-05-30T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:59:07.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it went...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;hrm... it could have gone better, but it could have gone worst... the past few days i've been&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FREAKING out&lt;/span&gt;, especially to my workmates, due to my absolute lack of confidence in my malay skills... actually lack of confidence is an understatement... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*picks up grain of sand and crushes it into miniscule pieces.points at miniscule piece*&lt;/span&gt;  THATS how big my confidence in my malay is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;my workmates have been coaching me malay,(in between teasing me with bahasa brunei dalam that i HAVE no idea what they mean- like &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;terpeleot&lt;/span&gt;..wth?!) and it was a lot of help, especially from &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Wuffy&lt;/span&gt;(new attachment) who suggested questions and answers that might get asked... thanks man!!! u were loadsa help!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;but my fear of me blabbering on in malay that dint make sense diminished slightly cause out of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 interviewers, three&lt;/span&gt; of them asked me in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;... THANK GOD cause i TOTALLY have no idea how to explain about Communications in malay... &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Komunikasi adalah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*thinks of malay word for 'subject'*&lt;/span&gt; kursus yang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*thinks of word for 'about'&lt;/span&gt;*.....uhhhhhhhh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;but they asked me stuff about communications in english, what did i plan to do with my course, did i think i had enough skills to survive a communications course bla bla bla, i answered the best that i could, which wasnt much cause i was terrified, but they did understand what i was on about... i started feeling confident, especially since the youngest guy of the panel kept giving me encouraging nods and smiles which made me feel better, but then the religious guy cincang-ed my confidence into little pieces by asking me-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"dayang, ceritakan kepada kami tentang Tassauf"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;upon seeing my bangang-ness, he launched into a lecture about tasauf and people forgetting allah... i just nodded cause i heard that that was the best thing to do.. hehe... but seriously... i remebered tasauf as one of those philosophical subjects, about &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"nilai-nilai murni"&lt;/span&gt; and stuff, but i was tryna think on how to convey that in malay..but since he launched that lecture&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; *shrug* &lt;/span&gt;biar tah ia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;loadsa thank-yous for the good-luck messages (esp to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Kel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Jus&lt;/span&gt; all the way in the kingdom) and apologies to everyone that i drove crazy,pre-interview,with my constant annoying-ness... and im sorry to say u all will have to go thru it AGAIN IF i get called for the Malay Orals... hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;*mwahzzzzz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-111751194698486329?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111751194698486329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>FINALLY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;th&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ey called !!! after nearly &lt;strong&gt;three weeks&lt;/strong&gt; of waiting they&lt;strong&gt; finally&lt;/strong&gt; called!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;my scholarship interview is on &lt;strong&gt;Monday the 30th May, 2.45pm&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;relief &lt;/span&gt;turns into &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;nervousness&lt;/span&gt; and onto &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;freaked out&lt;/span&gt; in the speed of light..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;and its going to be in Malay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;tips anyone?? please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-111716719822919220?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111716719822919220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=111716719822919220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/111716719822919220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bold;"&gt;repeat&lt;/span&gt;, and it has been on repeat for the past &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;couple of hours&lt;/span&gt;, and one thing you should know about me, a sole song on repeat drives me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;but this song, antah ah...it doesnt have a strong emotional attachment for me like certain songs do, like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Yellowcard's "Empty Apartment"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Richard Marx's "Right Here Waiting"&lt;/span&gt;... but there's SOMETHING about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;i dont even know if its the exact song that he played on his car stereo..but i do think of him when i listen to it... and unfortunately, i DO miss the guy... but why THIS song? lyrics mean a lot to me, and the lyrics to this song doesnt grasp the situation at all... but that one line jumps out at me, the line that goes - &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Jangan menangis sayang"&lt;/span&gt;... but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*confused*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cokelat "Karma"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sekian lama kita bersama&lt;br /&gt;Ternyata kau juga, sama saja&lt;br /&gt;Kau kira ku percaya semua&lt;br /&gt;Segala tipu daya, oh percuma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau buat sempurna, awalnya&lt;br /&gt;Berakhir bencana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat tinggal sayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila umurku panjang, kelak ku kan datang&lt;br /&gt;untuk buktikan, satu balas 'kan kau jelang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jangan menangis sayang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuingin kau rasakan, pahitnya terbuang&lt;br /&gt;Sia-sia, memang kau pantas dapatkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akhirnya, usai sudah semua&lt;br /&gt;Kudapat tertawa, bahagia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selalu tampak indah, awalnya&lt;br /&gt;Berakhir bencana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat tinggal sayang&lt;br /&gt;Bila umurku panjang, kelak ku kan datang&lt;br /&gt;'Tuk buktikan, satu balas 'kan kau jelas&lt;br /&gt;Jangan menangis sayang&lt;br /&gt;Kuingin kau rasakan, pahitnya terbuang&lt;br /&gt;Sia-sia, memang kau pantas dapatkan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-111703395850088657?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-111696157165563106</id><published>2005-05-25T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T03:06:11.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;yes!!! im out of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" href="http://flash.qbol.net/pl;p/youxi/images/04042203.swf"&gt;the Crimson Room&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;!!!! hahahahahahahaha after nearly an hour of clicking on random numbers to open the safe box, decided to go to the URL that was on the memo and tried every freaking number i could see on the page... cause everything was in freaking japanese characters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;then got the screwdriver and was blank on what to do with it so started clicking on random crap.. hahahahahha but i got out in the end!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;what next &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*falls asleep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-111696157165563106?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111696157165563106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=111696157165563106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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days... and since on a normal day its so hectic that i dont sit down half the time, you can imagine how i am when its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;extra&lt;/span&gt;-hectic...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;here's my outline of this afternoon :- at 2pm, i went to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Supreme Court&lt;/span&gt; in Bandar to get legal documents stamped, and the lawyer who sent me gave me the wrong directions; he said level 1 and i ended up in probation court..which was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;totally not&lt;/span&gt; where i was supposed to be...so i asked for directions and was told to go to level 2...so after half an hour of wandering around, i finally found the place where i had to get the documents stamped,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank god&lt;/span&gt;.. i realized that lawyers are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; looking... and in the probation courtroom were alot of seedy looking characters =s - i wonder who out of the people i know, in a few more decades, will end up as lawyers, and who will end up as the seedy looking characters...lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;after court, zoomed off to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Citibank&lt;/span&gt; (zooming being the key word as it closes at 3pm)..got there &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 mins&lt;/span&gt; before closing time and deposited &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$30,000+&lt;/span&gt; worth of cheques... then hopped to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;IBB bank&lt;/span&gt; and deposited &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$900+ IN CASH&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;then had to go to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;IDBB&lt;/span&gt; in kiulap to sort out these finances.. they claim that theyve paid all of their debts to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;DST&lt;/span&gt; but i had evidence that they havent.. the woman looked at me queerly, prolly cause i look too young to handle business discussions.. which in a way i am... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and in the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;IDBB building&lt;/span&gt;, you had to press which floor u wanted to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEFORE&lt;/span&gt; u got in the lifts... theres a post with buttons that u key in the level number,then it shows which lift ure supposed to ride... didnt see the point as there were only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 lifts&lt;/span&gt;... but watever lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;then i had to go to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ministry of Finance&lt;/span&gt; to collect a cheque for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;DST&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GODDAMNNN&lt;/span&gt; the&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; MoF&lt;/span&gt; building is so cool!! kalah &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;DST HQ&lt;/span&gt;!! its like &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"holyshit im in a Hollywood Sci-Fi movie set"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;but its so confusing inside!! i rode the elevators up to level 3 (thats the only thing i knew - head to level 3 -&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;BAG Networks&lt;/span&gt;) but ended up in front of the Mens surau.. hahah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;but there was this cute guy who was coming out so i asked him for directions to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;BAG Networks&lt;/span&gt; and he kinda laughed and said that it was in the other wing of the building...then he lead me to the reception where i had to surrender my I.C in exchange for a security pass... mental... well with all that money i gess its appropriate...it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ministry of FINANCE&lt;/span&gt;... then he lead Me to the lifts and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEY&lt;/span&gt; its the same scheme as in &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;IDBB&lt;/span&gt;!! buttons in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;middle&lt;/span&gt; of the room... hahahah mental jua ehhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;THEN i had to rush back to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;DST HQ&lt;/span&gt; to send out this memo that was about an urgent meeting on Thursday, so it had to be out ASAP..and by this time it was 4.30pm and we end work at 5pm... heeeeeeeeee rush rush rush rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;sorry to talk about work but hey its was eventful =) i am seriously over-worked and under-paid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;and to CIBO - fae tau, ure white right? and you turn up the volume if Avril comes on =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;&gt;&gt; they havent called yet...... =s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-111695872758012943?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111695872758012943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=111695872758012943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/111695872758012943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/111695872758012943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/rush-rush-rush.html' title='rush rush rush'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-111669778893994887</id><published>2005-05-22T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T01:49:48.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post-match</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;out of all the things to do on a Saturday night, i tagged along with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;my brother&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Liyana's restaurant&lt;/span&gt; to watch the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;F.A.Cup Final - Man U v.s Arsenal&lt;/span&gt;, with a bunch of his footie mates... we arrived early and my brother started getting pissy cause the customers of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Liyanas &lt;/span&gt;were watching the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A.F Prelude concert&lt;/span&gt;..but &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ali &lt;/span&gt;came and got them to change the channel to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Star Sports&lt;/span&gt;...their footie mates came later on, including &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Haz, Ros, Zaidi and Razif&lt;/span&gt;... was the only girl at the table...hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;enjoyed watching the game cause im tryna pick up pointers, but in the middle of the second half i was half asleep cause i was so tired, so grabbed the car keys and took a nap in the car..hahaha... woke up just in time for extra time.. but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GODDAMNIT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ManU &lt;/span&gt;lost because of the penalty shootout, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Scholes&lt;/span&gt; missed his shot... mental tarus si &lt;a href="http://feebleprodigy.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...as i type this hes prolly bitching abt it on his blog... and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;abg&lt;/span&gt; has a sore throat after yelling so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Note:// watching football with ure brothers mates, will ensure you an amount of eye-candy ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Dee&lt;/span&gt;, i duno if ure the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Deena &lt;/span&gt;that &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Sham&lt;/span&gt; introduced me to masa raya, but if u are, i went to ure blog, and played &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://flash.qbol.net/pl;p/youxi/images/04042203.swf"&gt;The Crimson Room&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;...i got to the part where the movie played, but im not out of the room yet.. any tips? freaking freaky game yaw!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i dont have work or any training tommorow, so i can finally have a rest... but then i need to jog to get my banged-up knee better... and my ankle is still pretty weak.. and i may have a game coming up middle of next month... so according to my personal physiotherapists (&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;ali&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;abg&lt;/span&gt;, lol) need to get me some ankle guards to help my weak ankles &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;*hums "head shoulders knees and toes, knees and toes"*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i want to watch the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt; movie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;i still havent gotten the call....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CALL ME GODDAMNIT!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;*sees mobile dance a mocking dance out of corner of eye*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-111669778893994887?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111669778893994887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=111669778893994887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/111669778893994887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/111669778893994887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/post-match.html' title='post-match'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-111660917412224577</id><published>2005-05-20T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T01:30:03.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anticipating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;four working days have passed... that darn phone call still hasnt come... the phone is still silent... no ringing... i can just feel my mobile mocking me... its little Sony Erricsson T630 body shaking for no apparent reason, just to see me jump cause i think its an incoming call...i swear, it sometimes beeps for no reason...its my mobile mocking me..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;am very annoyed with the fact that Brunei is such a fucked up small country...everyone is linked to everyone.... its like - u have a friend who went to primary school with someone whose mom works with the dad of the kid who u used to play carah with... or something more or less fucked up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;just found out that one of my workmates went to secondary school with "him"...and she also was in the same math class with one of my ex-s...and get this - my work-crush lives/plays football/good homies with this guy i used to have a crush on, then this ex-crush has an exgirlfren who has the most cutest best fren whom im also crushing on at the moment,then it turns out that my workcrush used to be in the same clss with my other crush in secondary school...and also my workcrush was in the same football team in college with another one of my ex-es...hahah antah ihhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i suprised my workmate on her birthday with a bouquet of roses...one pink and two white roses... heeheee i can sooooo be a good boyfren...or at least a good lesbian lover =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;my workcrush messaged me...so now i have his number...and we had a semi-date on tuesday... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my right ankle is fucked-up...so is my left knee...or is it the other way around?left ankle right knee...and my team-mate accidentally kicked me i training, hitting the toe that got broken last year... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;oh hey, agree with me on this? -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;u cannot have a relationship with someone that u cant imagine being romantic/make out with-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;right? right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10154016-111660917412224577?l=dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/feeds/111660917412224577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10154016&amp;postID=111660917412224577' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/111660917412224577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10154016/posts/default/111660917412224577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dramaqueendiaries.blogspot.com/2005/05/anticipating.html' title='anticipating'/><author><name>gaboo queen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01926382260192467677</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/fayegaboo/miles_away__by_manet.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10154016.post-111618722571473902</id><published>2005-05-16T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T04:08:56.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting by the phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;it is confirmed,biological clock is fucked..sleep patterns have been erratic.. its 3am, and have just woken up from restless sleep peppered with dreams about too many phones ringing at one go,and being forced to answer them all while dancing an irish jig by Barney the purple dinosaur...no, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;have abandoned attempts to go back to sleep (or maybe its just fear of a certain purple mascot?)and realized that nudges for updates should be entertained...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;have had note-worthy changes in life...although what constitutes as 'note-worthy' is highly subjective...but since only i have the power to update this blog(me and hackers who have nothing better to do than hack into teen-angst blogs)what i deem as note-worthy,goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;have finished all books lent/borrowed (which one ali?!) to me,except Yaz's book, which i am procrastinating to start reading as all books that i have read recently are all fairly-upbeat reads, whereas Yaz's books looks like its able to provoke literature-related-why-are-we-on-this-earth-&lt;br /&gt;what-is-our-purpose-thoughts.which should be avoided at this period of life where roads has more forks than an italian restaur
