<?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-19265843</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:02:32.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shut up and listen, the queen is speaking</title><subtitle type='html'>hear ye, hear ye ... the queen is about to speak.i, ur beloved queen am now making my thoughts being let known to the cyber world.consider thyselves enlightened ppl for no one n i mean no one ever gets my thoughts for free!!! I RULE THEREFORE I AM! MUAHAHAHAHAHA.....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-5024032520334431163</id><published>2007-06-14T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:33:22.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>behold the HOTT spartans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvQ3_gT68oY/RnCfixQEiDI/AAAAAAAAABk/go3oDgCMyy8/s1600-h/sparta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075732199731660850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvQ3_gT68oY/RnCfixQEiDI/AAAAAAAAABk/go3oDgCMyy8/s320/sparta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;self proclaimed "god" king, who's more gay than god like, seductive oracle and king leonidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvQ3_gT68oY/RnCfTxQEiCI/AAAAAAAAABc/ZbrDnk-awO8/s1600-h/sparta.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvQ3_gT68oY/RnCfLhQEiBI/AAAAAAAAABU/aIWIXVSk0iU/s1600-h/leonidas+kills+wolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075731800299702290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvQ3_gT68oY/RnCfLhQEiBI/AAAAAAAAABU/aIWIXVSk0iU/s320/leonidas+kills+wolf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;leonidas as a boy battling the wolf...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvQ3_gT68oY/RnCfDxQEiAI/AAAAAAAAABM/WV1LXvd45T4/s1600-h/last+scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075731667155716098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvQ3_gT68oY/RnCfDxQEiAI/AAAAAAAAABM/WV1LXvd45T4/s320/last+scene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god, look at their abs!!!!!! arent' they just orgasmic??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvQ3_gT68oY/RnCe8hQEh_I/AAAAAAAAABE/_HlIRWmxncA/s1600-h/hott+hott+spartan.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075731542601664498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CvQ3_gT68oY/RnCe8hQEh_I/AAAAAAAAABE/_HlIRWmxncA/s320/hott+hott+spartan.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now this is what i call a MAN! *woot woot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/19265843-5024032520334431163?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/5024032520334431163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=5024032520334431163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/5024032520334431163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/5024032520334431163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2007/06/behold-hott-spartans.html' title='behold the HOTT spartans...'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvQ3_gT68oY/RnCfixQEiDI/AAAAAAAAABk/go3oDgCMyy8/s72-c/sparta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-949984362795265594</id><published>2007-06-14T07:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:33:22.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>300 GORGEOUS MEN OF SPARTA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvQ3_gT68oY/RnCJsxQEh4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CyXe38j8P6I/s1600-h/300+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075708182274541442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvQ3_gT68oY/RnCJsxQEh4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CyXe38j8P6I/s320/300+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, i was watching 300 yesterday and i know i'm a bit tardy but hey i've finally watched it! that's all that matters. *blegh* anyways, i must say i am very impressed by the way this movie was filmed. the storyline was impeccable, the graphics were out of this world and the cast, they were just totally orgasmic. 300 hot spartan men with their brown brief's, perfect body (even their legs were perfect), cloak and their stringy black sandals. what impressed me more was their allegiance to their country and their leader and not to mention their bravery. in form 2 history we learnt that in sparta their men were bred for the army but i must say that i did not fully comprehend the meaning of "breed" in this context. the beginning of the movie was definately a mind opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now to my favourite parts of the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right at the beginning when leonidas as a boy kills the wolf..damn! the way he circled the wolf and strategised clearly illustrates that size does not matter! *go small people, GO GO*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when they find the tree of dead people made by the so called "immortals" who weren't really immortal after all..boohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ooh ooh, when king leonidas went to see the oracle. who the hell would've thought that the oracle was a spirit in a beautiful woman? that scene was totally erogenic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the first fight scene!!!! i must say that the spartans did truly master the art of fighting. so skilled, so perfected..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the second fight scene when they were swarmed by falling arrows! blimey, their shields must've been really strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well all the following fight scenes when they battle the monsters of persia. its amazing how much these 300 men accomplished..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when king leonidas sends his messenger back to sparta, he says to him "tell them our story, and why we fought...ask them to remember us".....truly touching. well its pretty obvious that they're all gonna die at this point. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when the queen of sparta kills the bad politician in front of the council. totally unanticipated...but i'm glad she did it. that sly bastard! *girl power...woohoo!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the saddest part but the most significant part of the movie, king leonidas bows down to the self proclaimed persian "god" king??? even the persian king was equally surprised as i was...then BAM! he threw his spear with a mighty thrust and just scraped the side of the persian kings face...guess wht happened? he bled of course...aint no god after all huh? the king, the last man standing died with honour as he received the tens of thousands of arrow that rained on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;final scene of the movie, 100000 spartan men run to battle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sigh, well that's all there is to the movie people. definately a prodigious movie that's worth every penny you paid for it, worth the crying babies you had to put up with and worth the trouble of getting to the cinema in the rain. at the end of the movie, the ladies leave with the message "you aint no real man if you aint a spartan man.." and the men leave with the message "dang! i better start hitting the gym or my woman's gonna flee to sparta.." hehe, its all good...everybody leaves with something innit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;before i sign off, here are some amazing pictures from the movie, please feel free to indulge in it. god dammit this stupid blogspot is weird....can't post pics after text! will just add the pics in another post then..tee hee!&lt;br /&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/19265843-949984362795265594?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/949984362795265594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=949984362795265594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/949984362795265594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/949984362795265594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2007/06/300-gorgeous-men-of-sparta.html' title='300 GORGEOUS MEN OF SPARTA!'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CvQ3_gT68oY/RnCJsxQEh4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/CyXe38j8P6I/s72-c/300+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-116338503796393826</id><published>2006-11-13T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T10:30:38.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of one chapter and beginning of another</title><content type='html'>it's funny how circumstances bind people together. when i first moved to melbourne i was so majorly home sick. i didn't like anything about melbourne, nor the ppl i met here. it was different for sure but i just didnt wanna move away from home and find myself. i was looking fwd to winter vacation so badly because i was coming home. even when i left to come back to melbourne i was really upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, it was nice to meet familiar faces in melbourne this time and exchange stories of our holidays bck at home. guess this semester everybody were just more comfortable with each other and the fact tht we've been through one sem of uni and we passed kinda gave us the idea of wht uni is like and how the system works. party hard sem tht's for sure. clubbing every friday, chilling in each others room, problems tht arose...whteva it was bonds were formed tht's for sure. especially for me as last sem i didnt mingle as much as i did this sem. looked beyond the front tht people put on. at the end of the day, the misunderstandings, the arguments, the bitching, the drama had its benefits. no matter what, we are family. i never thought that i would make good friends here but guess what i have. at the end of the day, family and friends are support systems, and people need support every single day. a sense of belonging. yesterday, sandhya left for singapore. i was never close to this chick but this sem we were neighbours and i actually got to know her pretty damn gd. i felt upset that she left. i am gonna see her next yr for sure, we're both doing vet science but i guess its the fact that this year has ended and we're not gonna be seeing each other for the next 3 months. after practically living together, its hard to not see each other for that long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the person i'd miss the most is richa koshy, the most awesome chick i've met in melbourne. we've lived together in each others room for about 1 month now. both of us have this really strong connection because we share almost the same views on life and basically we had similar problems and needs at exactly the same time. talking to her was like talking to my inner voice. silence between us signals comfort. the laughter, the tears, the pimping and playing was all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess what im getting at is that part of me does not wanna leave melbourne city. the place i disliked completely 4 months ago is now home. of course there's no real home like malaysia but this place, my friends here are my home for now and its sad that we're parting even for a short while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is dedicated to UC's "asian" gang. ;) ~brit, judy, richa, sandhya, aliya, wei fen, sling, liz, brian, jin, terrence and skan~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-116338503796393826?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/116338503796393826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=116338503796393826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/116338503796393826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/116338503796393826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/11/end-of-one-chapter-and-beginning-of.html' title='end of one chapter and beginning of another'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-115579285239116881</id><published>2006-08-17T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T13:34:12.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a bunch of random shit</title><content type='html'>it wasnt just me k, yday and today have been a day full of random stuff happening. out of the blue and *kabaam* it's right there in front of your face.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Think of the last time you had an interesting chemistry lecture. well, study at the university of melbourne and you'd never find chemistry boring. yday we had a parade of nudist in lecture. prof was crapping abt some reaction of the nitrogen gp's and as i said earlier..*kabaam* a whole bunch of penis's and tits happily bouncing about in front of your face. hmm...random? OH YESSS.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeding with all randomness, yesterday was also my college's trivia night at a pub nearby. as usual, any average australian teenage party is full of drinks and stripping. lolz! now tht isnt random k, the random thing was the same bunch of nudist at chemistry lecture, rmb them?...well they appeared at the pub again..and this time i had a close up. ;) too many penis's for one day i say. and that was the end of day 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 started of fine with boring physics prac. and in the afternoon i had my working with animals prac. rat husbandry, so the lecturer was giving us final instructions and a tour of the animal house. so only 2/5 ppl in my group were there. (including me obviously) my gp mate and i were wondering where the others were. anyways so we joint the first gp for the tour and on the way to the animal house we saw one of our gp mates making out with her girlfriend at the back of one of the buildings...how random is tht??!!! SHE'S LESBIAN!!! goodness, we better watch out for her now. a whole gp full of girls and a lesbian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought that tht was a day full of randomness when i just received a msg from my darling bf which read "Can you believe they are still together after all the shit that has happened between them for all these years..who?....your ASS!!" well prax, that's you then now in our case..ha ha ha ha! i love you loads..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways to end this post about randomness go check this site out. promise you'll enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.funnyjunk.com/pages/world.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-115579285239116881?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/115579285239116881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=115579285239116881' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/115579285239116881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/115579285239116881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-bunch-of-random-shit.html' title='just a bunch of random shit'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-115444122498566376</id><published>2006-08-01T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:07:05.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm sick!!!!</title><content type='html'>i've only been in this freaking place for 1 week now and im bloody sick..well, tht's sheer exaggeration. im having a flu and i think its my fault. when for a swim today..(actually signed up with the uni pool so i can exercise and tone up...dreams of having jessica alba's body!)anyways, after doing 12 laps, *yes only 12* came back had a shower and slept of on my wet hair. and when i got up i was sniffling. got dammit!!!! anyways, very hungry la now...so just went and got some instant noodles like a picchakaren..ha ha ha! oh well, at least i got it. nighty night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-115444122498566376?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/115444122498566376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=115444122498566376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/115444122498566376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/115444122498566376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-sick.html' title='i&apos;m sick!!!!'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-115435264389814272</id><published>2006-07-31T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:30:44.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a boring night....</title><content type='html'>yo ppl! im so bored. chatting with jenna right now...&lt;br /&gt;post mortem of our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual it starts of with the hello's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;jenna&lt;br /&gt;light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;oei oei&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;apa macam&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;tmr got test right bum bum&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;called anitz not? she leaving tmr&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;huh!&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;she is!?&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;and ya got exam&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;bwekk&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we then crapped abt some sleepover pics and i realised tht i didnt hv the pics from my camera loaded into this new junky, no good, piece of shit laptop of mine. ooh, and i think its not a original coz it does not hv a sound card plus the windows registration ID is fake. we got cheated!!!! carry on reading....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;wei ur cam has tht pic of me at the sleepover right&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;boleh hantarkan?&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;the one where you sedang tidur?&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;ere.&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;the one with the ethereal effect all&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;im lying down&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;in my white baju tido&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;hehee&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh ok&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;lolz&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;hang on&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;twee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;eh you know wht ah it's on my main com at home la&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;ask premi to send it to you&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;those pics not with me&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;aha&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;can can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ATTENTION PPL!! JENNA HAS A WHITE BAJU TIDUR!!.... ha ha ha, *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;so i read abt ur traumatic incident&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;YARRRRRRrrr&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;i replied ur kind comments&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;hehhwhwhw&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh ok...akan ku pergi tengok&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;but tht ass is such a freak la&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;shit lar i dono why this happens to me la&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;YA&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;shouldve just kicked him in the balls la&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;dun squeeze it...tht will only gv him pleasure&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;arggghgh&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeq&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;eh ew*&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;maaf maaf&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;yam is leaving on the 4th by the way!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;ARGHGHGHHHGHGGHHGGH&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh is she now&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;where in india?&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;vellure&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;or some place&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;some christian medical college la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST DISCOVERED YAM IS GONNA LEAVE TO INDIA!! *sniffles..* continue reading it gets better. juicy maami conversation awating ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha she'll be coming back with some christian matcha la&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;some jack joseph or paul&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;her mum's worst nightmare&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;just imagine the scene at the ramadass house&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;*sniggers*&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;EXACTLY&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;eh omg i just forgot&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol u dont talk&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAAHHAH&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;at least we all know which race you gotta marry la&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;some pattai putting, temple going, HINDU CEYLONESE boy&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;*pouts*&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;shuttup larr i gonna come back with some brad pitt u guys wait n see la&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;ya ya ya, and your mum wil gladly disown you&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS YOU CAN SEE, JENNA HAS BIG DREAMS OF BRINGIN BRAD PITT LOOK ALIKES HOME AND JENNA'S MUM HAS BIG DREAMS OF BRINGIN PATTAI PUTTING, TEMPLE GOING, HINDU CEYLONESE BOY HOME....hmmm, wonder how tht's gonna work out..;)&lt;br /&gt;the next bit of the conversation is about jenna's personal msg on MSN, which only i hv uncrypted, not very proud of it though, you'll find out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;im guessing ur personal msg on msn is in german?&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;no fool&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;read it properly&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;if u bijak pandai then u can get it&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;if not..&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;not bijak pandai k...only some crzy fool with nothing better to do in their lives *hint hint* would get it&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;cakap la bum!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;no...&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;its damn easy&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;renungkanlah kalian sekalian&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;*puts on sombre face*&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;it is all&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;it is all in&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh ok&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;it is all in?&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;it is all in how you look at it&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;yey!!! im a crazy fool with nothing better to do in my life&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;BIJAK!&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahaah&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;pandaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii pun&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;now isnt tht true?&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;it IS all in how u look at it&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah so true girl.......so true&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;stress, heartbreak.. &lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;everyth&lt;br /&gt;pRiy@ D. says:&lt;br /&gt;has anybody else guessed it?&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;..light my flame end this pain.. says:&lt;br /&gt;kavita says it sounds like sexual moaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE WHAT I MEAN!! *dammit*&lt;br /&gt;oh well, then we talk abt me being hungry, some frustration abt hp situation and jenna prances out leaving me in boredom, and so i start bloggin abt our conversation..how interesting. anyways, gotta get bck to genetics, ttfn!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-115435264389814272?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/115435264389814272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=115435264389814272' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/115435264389814272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/115435264389814272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/07/boring-night.html' title='a boring night....'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-115432366021543155</id><published>2006-07-31T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T13:27:40.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of amides and slime</title><content type='html'>talking abt the importance of delocalisation of electrons in amide gp are in the maintenance of the tertiary and quartenary structure of proteins in lecture today. "we are a walking bag of proteins" said prof grieser. if there were no delocalisation of electrons in the amide gp, there will be no specific protein structure and we'll all become slime. *interesting thought*. that said, he mentioned "nevertheless, some are still slime bags anyways" and the class burst out into laughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-115432366021543155?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/115432366021543155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=115432366021543155' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/115432366021543155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/115432366021543155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/07/of-amides-and-slime.html' title='of amides and slime'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-115424357340652209</id><published>2006-07-30T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T15:12:53.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>watch out for club D.Y.F.A!!</title><content type='html'>friday night calls for only one thing...C.L.U.B.B.I.N.G!! wee..anyways, it was monash indian society get together thing at a club called altitude in the city. so shantz, nina, and their frens ashwin, hans, arin and supriya came over to the city. after dinner, it was dressing up time and after that we headed out to party!! i guess i was shocked when i saw the location of the club. it was in a dark alleyway off russel st. shouldve gotten used to this though because most clubs are in these kinda alley's. there was a sign though tht said " safe alley. security camera." so gues i feeld better after tht. bck to the story, never in my life hv i seen so many indians in one place in melb city k. most of them of course were aussy breed. very very stuck up ppl. even worst than the whites i tell you. anyways, we waited in the que for so long, reason being there were too many ppl in the club. after abt 20 mins of freezing our arse's of in the cold they finally let us in. nothing makes you feel better like the sounds of gd RnB music. anyways, had a few vodka and tequila shots with shanu and we headed for the dance floor. it was so fun!! they had bhangra and all, (DUH!! the theme was "indian night"). so we basically had tons of fun and abt 4 we took a cab back to monash uni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day was post mortem day..we(shanu and i)agreed tht the songs could've been  better and tht the way we spend money we would either:&lt;br /&gt;a) need to marry a really really rich man...&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;b) earn the millions ourselves..&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly we came up with this brilliant idea of opening our own club. club D.Y.F.A (Dance Your Feet Away) so we shared this idea with nina and we formed a partnership. we all agreed tht D.Y.F.A is gonna hv a black and red interior, ceiling which is made from those black plaster things with shiny stuff on it, 2 bars: 1 with a damn hott male who can do smooth tricks with bottles, and the other with 3 hott females, a big screen playing video's to all the songs we play,and some awesome lighting and effects. oh yes, and it's gonna be a RnB/hip hop/rap music club. tht's just the layout of wht we want our club to be. bouncers, we've got some of our ex-G8 classmates in mind, DJ- tht's shanu's life mission, to either date a really hott bartender or DJ. vicky, nina's bf is only worth doing the checklist (vicky it was nina's suggestion, so deal with her yeah!) and prakash is gonna do the audio, surround sound and big screen stuff since he was in charge of the audio in high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, tht's it for now..will let ya know abt the progress of club D.Y.F.A in time to come. cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;just hope tht we can someday make our big dreams a reality. would be brilliant!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-115424357340652209?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/115424357340652209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=115424357340652209' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/115424357340652209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/115424357340652209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/07/watch-out-for-club-dyfa.html' title='watch out for club D.Y.F.A!!'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-115400575644896526</id><published>2006-07-27T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:09:16.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's all about LOVE baby!!</title><content type='html'>i never in a million yrs thought tht i would be a sucker for romantic comedies and love stories. but guess wht, I AM!! i just love the feeling you get when you see the couple in the movie surpass all the obstacles thrown at them and finally at the end they get together. of course this doesnt include the typical tamil/ hindi movie love stories where guy meets girl, one is rich the other is poor, family doenst agree, something happens, someone kills somebody, fight fight fight and at the end they see the light and the couple lives happily ever after. i like reality put into love stories. to me it doesnt matter whether the rship works out or not, it's just tht the situation should be something we all can relate too. something everyone goes through. i love crying for the happy moments and sad moments tht touch my heart because it feels so real even though its just a damn movie. &lt;br /&gt;my favourites are:&lt;br /&gt;1. love actually&lt;br /&gt;2. the girl in the cafe&lt;br /&gt;3. my best friends wedding&lt;br /&gt;4. bridget jones diary 1&lt;br /&gt;5. lake house...the most recent one i've watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starring keanu reeves from the ever popular matrix and sandra bullock from ms congeniality, lake house is truly one of the best love stories i've ever seen. although it's a fairly serious movie, it has bits of gd humour lumped into it. this movie is about a girl, who falls in love with a guy who's living 2 yrs in the past..yes sandra bullock is the girl from the future..yeah, i know it doesnt seem real but the challenges they face are real enough for me to relate too...it's basically about waiting for the person you love no matter how many yrs tht would be. are you willing to take the risk? wht if it doenst work out? are you willing to face the consequences of the time you hv wasted waiting for tht particular person? in my case the ans is obvious isnt it. life is all abt taking risks athough you do hv to be rational about it. things you really want in life never comes easy. it's either you work damn hard for it, or if everythings going unexpectingly smooth...there is a catch somewhere. in this movie, both waited. and yes, it was a beautiful ending. when they kissed i felt so happy because everythin was right. at the end of the day, it's hope tht keeps you alive. hope tht one day, everything will be alright. without hope, where would one be? tht's wht im hanging on too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course...the brilliance put into producing my all time fav romantic comedy LOVE ACTUALLY is applaudable. everytime i watch tht movie i cry. all the love stories in tht movie was so real, well...almost all. think hugh grants presidential behaviour when he was in love was unacceptable. very unreal.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, all this talk abt love is making me cry...i hope tht when you guys find true love, hang on...its gonna be a rough ride but it'll be worth it in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love all and serve all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-115400575644896526?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/115400575644896526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=115400575644896526' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/115400575644896526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/115400575644896526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-all-about-love-baby.html' title='it&apos;s all about LOVE baby!!'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-115388110390797005</id><published>2006-07-26T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T10:31:43.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live from australia</title><content type='html'>hey my darling kawan kawan's..just wanted to apologise for not calling ya'll before i leave. it's been great spending time with all of you and i hope our friendship will last. will be back in november, and i know you guys are gonna miss me..(duh!) but just rmb k, me loves ya'll so so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to the story i was abt to tell, im feeling damn confused. it's a feeling i experienced during the first few days of my hols back home. basically in shock. it's like time is going by so quickly but im not keeping up with it. when i saw my college last night, everything felt different. its like i had to start from scratch again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big chaos when i got back actually. since i've moved to my new room, at the emd of last semester i left my big bag in a storage room in college. when i got back it wasnt there. the girl who had moved into the room said tht she found the bag and asked the maintenance guy where should she put it and he said tht he'll handle it. so yeah, poor miss priya was unable to shower...hate to admit it but i am stinky k. it's horrid..i havent had a bath for one whole day! ugh!!!..anyways i was in a bad mood until my frens leah and leanne came back from puggs (a pub) where they had been karaoke-ing the night away. my hp was not charged so i didnt know wht time it was. no music because my stuff isnt with me. it was a horrid beginning altogether. anyways, this morning i got a call from the senior resident advisor saying they have located my bag, got my internet working already so im very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prakash, im seriously missing you. i cant believe tht only yday i saw you and we were laughing together and now im 3899 miles away from you on another continent. life is a bitch..oh well, at least if time passes by quicker, i'll be back quicker no? anyways guys, ya'll take care and i will definately see you guys online. gtg hv something to eat now...havent eaten since lunch yday. muaks muaks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-115388110390797005?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/115388110390797005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=115388110390797005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/115388110390797005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/115388110390797005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/07/live-from-australia.html' title='live from australia'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-115327363298189610</id><published>2006-07-19T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T15:33:17.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear ammamma</title><content type='html'>when i was small you cared for  me,&lt;br /&gt;you fed me,&lt;br /&gt;you bathe me,&lt;br /&gt;but most of all you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;my dear ammama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and soon i grew,&lt;br /&gt;i was one,&lt;br /&gt;then nine,&lt;br /&gt;then fifteen,&lt;br /&gt;but through it all you watched over me,&lt;br /&gt;you cared for me,&lt;br /&gt;you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;my dear ammama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now almost two decades old,&lt;br /&gt;here i stand,&lt;br /&gt;on my way to success,&lt;br /&gt;because you watched over me,&lt;br /&gt;you cared for me,&lt;br /&gt;you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;you prayed for me,&lt;br /&gt;my dear ammama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life in indeed unfair,&lt;br /&gt;as we are all selfish,&lt;br /&gt;absorbed in our own lives..&lt;br /&gt;yet here you remain, &lt;br /&gt;our guardian angel...caring and loving,&lt;br /&gt;watching over us,&lt;br /&gt;as always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dear ammama,&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm trying to say that,&lt;br /&gt;i love you,&lt;br /&gt;i thank you,&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate you,&lt;br /&gt;for all that you are and for all that you've done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-115327363298189610?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/115327363298189610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=115327363298189610' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/115327363298189610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/115327363298189610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/07/dear-ammamma.html' title='dear ammamma'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-114908737436108212</id><published>2006-05-31T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:56:14.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best days of our lives.....</title><content type='html'>this post is specially dedicated to my 2 best friends jenna and yamuna. the friendship we have i will never ever trade for anything else in the world. i love you guys so very very much and what ever that has been said and done, no matter what, we're still sisters in the end and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;well guys, here are a few things of our time together we'll never ever forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. rmb jen, the friday before same begun i called you for the first time after our fight and i found out tht you're gonna be doing sam in taylors. he he he!! then when i registered i requested for the same class you were in. tht was the best move ever i reckon, the medicine to our friendship....then yam called and she was like im coming to do sam in taylors!! he he he...and we asked her to request for G8 also...and tht's how we formed the AWESOME THREESOME!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the first place we went to makan......Chicken Rice Shop!!, yeah, and tht's where jenna met her "gorgeous" chicken rice shop boy who only she thought was gorgeous...for christ sake jenna get your eyes checked k!! then yam met her tarzan...he he he, whole semester of stalking him. rmb jenna once yam walked the other way to d-block just so tht she can bump into him. ;) yam girl, where's ur maruah la? oh ya forgot.....long time parunthu pochu!! hehehe! and of course mr. sunil deep singh!! argh, his goo goo doll eyes!! he was one fine thing la. but of course nothing beats mr.cute and hunky version 1 no? ha ha ha...its funny we only noticed him during the award presentation ceremony. we had one whole yr of him didnt we...poor prakash was having a hard time, but who cares i was having fun!! WOOOHOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;(sorry babu, me loves ya ;)) then we had george of the jungle who looked like jesus christ who ended up going to the same church as prakash and we found out his name. yeah and we had more chicken rice boy la....*shrugs* jenna has really peculiar taste i tell you. moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. our class G8, how we hated it at first didnt we, all the teachers didnt quite like us coz we were always having our own conversation at the back of the class...poor mr. sam, how we used to bully him. and he's such a sweetheart, never raised his voice at us. oh rmb his obsession with yen tang and how it drove me up the wall!! he's forever saying, "oh this prob only ppl like yen tang can do." well, its a gd thing yen tang left!! couldnt stand him la, forever with his talk abt manipal and all tht..cant believe he actually called my mum and talked for almost an hour!! then there was the bloody faggot mr.lee, he was one big pussy la! wonder how tht ass is coping in the uk with his retarded english. he he he! he is the worst chemistry lecturer one can get. rmb he used to tell us "ya'll aim for b enough ma." so much for motivating your students. then you have ms Ting you lives in a world of her own, where her fashion sense must've rocked coz no one in their right mind would ever wear what she wears to college. her english classes were boring and funny at the same time. it's somewht like a bad joke no? well, jenna rmb how she told ur mum tht ur english need improving!! ha ha ha....i mean like YOUR english is like on a league of its own and she could say tht. tee hee..oh well, mrs ong was a class fav no? "jenna, did u bring your worksheet?" he he he, rmb once you forgot to bring your work sheet again and you went and got jovina's paper, and she almost believe that it was yours!! ha ha ha...but she was a sweetheart wasnt she. the most caring and dedicated teacher ever. then there is Mr. Munintharan Sundram...he used to call yam and me "papa"..tht one some big time thug in taylors la. and his gay r/ship with mr.sam!! he he, everytime he gives out our test papers he'll gv some bigtime doomsday speech. well, overall, he was not too bad la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. futsal tournament was awesome!!! ive never been amongst so many guys in one place la. the only girls there were our class ppl and we were the only 3 indian girls in the whole place. ha ha ha! jenna's cute and hunky 2 and my cute and hunky 1 was playing futsal...EEEP!!! rmb when cute and hunky 1 took of his shirt, shit man!! he's so fucking hott!! bod damn nice la...*grins at prakash* ;) and of course bloody fucker yohann's team had to win. there was almost gonna be a fight there rmb. all the team captains were coming up to me and asking me abt the style of the game coz most of them only got to play one match. and rmb tht "nattan" team which took back half their money. jesus christ, some ppl just dunno wht is meant by charity la!! all in all it was a gd event. the funniest thing is when we poured bottles of water on munin and he didint even see it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. TURTLE TRIP!!! possibly the best 3 days of last yr....sleeping under the stars, rmb how we giggled so much!! mrs ong kept asking us to shut up!!lolz..i think we scared almost a dozen turtles away..one day was teasing jenna night and the other was teasing yam night. yam, im sure you agree with me when i say teasing jenna night was the funniest!!! sigh...rmb jenna was bathing and you came up with the brilliant idea of scaring the shit out of her. we started scratching the bathroom wooden walls and knocking on the glass. she quickly came out and we scared her from the back. she was so petrified. and later when we were playing cards with jowena and harkeerat and tht gang she was so quiet. so unlike jenna...she didnt say anything!! ha ha ha!! then she took a "roll" instead of a stroll down the beach....he he he! and the next morning she was covered with sand everywhere...;) aiseh man, she's a clutz la tht jenna piggo! and not forgetting how she slipped and almost went tumbling into the pool of water when we visited the waterfalls. and her pants got wet!!! ha ha ha ha...*im seriously having stomach cramps di laughing abt all this shit* it was seriously holiday mode for us la..ha ha ha! i really dindt wanna leave. it was so nice just spending such quality time together with no stress whtsoeva. *hugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. yes yes.....next is the bitches of taylors!! ha ha ha....one long list la we had no? cicak gang, leader cicak was all mushy with C&amp;H2 and black cicak was all mushy with C&amp;H1, and the pandang slacks we got!! then there was the scrawny ass tht dressed like an old lady, and M**P***T cow..ha ha ha, when i heard her speak for the first time i almost burst out laughing!! looks of a woman and voice of a man..ha ha ha! she only had this thing with jenna la! ya la jenna, look so bitchy like tht attracting all this kinda ppl!! haiyo...problematic woman la you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. our klang kainge- Melawis Jenna (who's always late for the bus..;), Mastika Yam, Dato Dollah Priya, Pokok Sakat Rube, That side Maya, Blue (bloody piece of porn), and Klang Jaya Prakash....ha ha ha! damn awesome bus gang la. and of course we had bloody imposters during mid sem tht tore our big bus gang apart. tried to be one of us la....too bad we were just to awesome for tht certain someone. we also had the teapot cru lead by jennani magandran. All the stupid shit we did on the bus la, jenna tore 1 skirt and 1 pants on mr ho's bus, yam and her special bonding time with a certain species when jenna, ruben and i were making funny faces at the cars behind. only much later we realized tht they could see us! *smacks head* mayayuktes and their funny positions...lolz! me and my baby cuddling up..he he he! i miss our bus rides..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. yam's bday....rmb how we planned a surprise bday treat for her to sumway lagoon after college on her bday. we brought her bathes and towel and t shirt. the whole day we were lugging around 2 big plastic bags and we were saying "today should be a sun shiny day as our sunflower yam is celebrating her bday" and she had no clue abt we were up too. after the long planning, the bloody cab driver blows it in the end by saying out loud way we were headed. ARGH!!! couldve kicked him real hard la. anyways, we had fun didnt we, just the four of us including praxxy poo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. last on the list would be sam prom!! twas such a wonderful event. three sexy gorgeous gossipping maami's all dressed to kill. i had so much fun tht night, major contibuting factor being slow dancing with sahadeva!! he he he....taking tons of pictures, just chilling with the G8 ppl. sigh..loved it man. oh and everybody believed our (jenna and i) rumour abt yam and navindran hitting it!! ha ha ha....cant believe even after prom ppl were still asking us abt it. poor yam, im sure there are some ppl who still think tht you and navindran were an item. ha ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways guys, thts abt all the things i can rmb abt last yr...if there's anymore kindly add on. love you guys so much, and im missing ya'll dearly. can't wait to get back and lepak together like the old days. i hope we remain friends forever. muaks muaks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-114908737436108212?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/114908737436108212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=114908737436108212' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114908737436108212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114908737436108212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/05/best-days-of-our-lives.html' title='the best days of our lives.....'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-114597193930218404</id><published>2006-04-25T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T18:16:48.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three gays and a girl</title><content type='html'>yeah, the poor girl stuck amidst three gay "blokes" is no other than yours truly. it is true that my boyfriend prakash is and was a gay all along. of all the people, kai and naviin are his gay partners.*smacks head* yeah,jay you're yday's news i believe. devestated i am...but as the saying goes, if you can't fight em' join em'...sounds bad no? well its not tht bad..the foursome conversation yday was awesome! though, kai disappeared very frequently (one can only imagine wht he must've been up too). naviin and i were arguing over prakash. naviin no matter wht you say, prakash is and forever will be mine!! he loves me more than you! la la la la la la la ;p, prakash, very obviously had his ego flattered yday. well, every dog has its day!! he he..besides that, the guys started the 'showdown of the obscene smiley'...one wonders how can someone take something so pure and innocent such as a smiley and make it so vulgar. but then again, maya did suck out the innocence from ding dong bell pussy in the well..so it is not impossible. after that, marc joined us and gave us his input on hamburgers and some guy stuff was going on. i was blur..then ee may joined the conversation and we were having some girl talk! ha ha ha! girls rock. anyways, the argument abt who owns prakash started all over again between naviin and i. kai refused to commit!! idiot!! *off with his head!!!* anyways, i'm consoling myself, me lesbian partner anitz coming to visit me tmr, she's staying over for 2 nights i reckon. we gonna rock it hard baby! wee...the conclusion of this fairly odd post is tht i'm hot!! (ignores kai's sarcastic comments). come on babe, you can't live in denial forever. he he! peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-114597193930218404?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/114597193930218404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=114597193930218404' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114597193930218404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114597193930218404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/04/three-gays-and-girl.html' title='three gays and a girl'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-114341979219348687</id><published>2006-03-27T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T08:36:32.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tale of bollywood glitz and glamour and the pacific islands</title><content type='html'>throughout the 10 days of the commonwealth games various activities were held at fed square and alexandra gardens. on wednesday there was supposedly a indian bazaar. so my friend connie and i made our way all the way to alexandra gardens only to find out that we had hit the pacifics! the "indian bazaar" was just a row of food shops...pathetic, i know! anyways, so we watched the sexy males from the pacific islands due their thing with the drums, it was so bloody awesome! they were off course accompanied by sexy pacific island "coconut" women. ;) guys, stop drooling k! after their jaw dropping performence, we were enlightened by the water show on the yarra river. each nation was represented by a fish and they had models of the fish along the yarra river. they were so pretty, all litted up and all. the background music had an african melody to it. i was thinking of "the lion king" he he! anyways, after that connie and i said tht we had had enough and were on our way back home when we heard reggae!! so we boogied to jamaican reggae all night long. it was really really good music i tell you. we felt like as though we were at the carribbeans..after it ended we were high on good music, and my god, i'd felt so content with my day. it was awesome! anyways, then yday my frens and i went to watch sunidi chauhan life in concert. the best part was IT WAS FREE! he he!! if you guys dunno who the hell im talking about, she's the person who sang 'my dil goes hmm' and 'whts going on' from salaam namaste and she sang the song sushmita sen danced to in the movie fiza. sunidi's voice was totally breathtaking. she's the indian version of whitney houston. her voice is amazingly powerful. the best part of the whole day was that shantini, saree, anju and nina joined me! so we were dancing away twd's the end of the concert. indian ppl are real party animals, nothing about them had changed at all...even the whistling! ha ha ha! so we were on another music high again! followed saree and gang back to monash and cracked up there as well. mostly shantz and i. anju and nina were tired and saree was with her msn. he he he! saree got work art done on her face without her knowing. (while she slept), off course urs truly and shantz had something 2 do with it. finally we got tired and went to bed. it was a really really good day! enjoyed it to bits. signing off now! toodles!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-114341979219348687?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/114341979219348687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=114341979219348687' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114341979219348687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114341979219348687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/03/tale-of-bollywood-glitz-and-glamour.html' title='a tale of bollywood glitz and glamour and the pacific islands'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-114268229602823769</id><published>2006-03-18T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T19:44:56.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>opening of the 2006 commonwealth games</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;well, i'm sure you guys back at home watched it on tv in malaysia...but i was a whole lot closer!!! woohoo....well, not in the stadium but at federation square off flinders street. there's a really huge screen at fed square and they were screening the opening ceremony there. you guys shouldve seen the crowd. massive...thousand over ppl. its a good thing it was open air and melb is cold at night so you dont actually feel stuffy. the event started at 7.30 aussy time but i only got there at 9.45 reason being i was assigned kitchen duty tht night. *drat!!* by the time i finished one hr of scrubbing plates and cutleries my poor soft and smooth palm was blistered. my freind and i only left college abt 9 and by the time we caught the tram was 9.30 and the bloody tram stopped at lonsdale street which is abt 10 minutes walk from flinders. so yeah, we had to walk. melb city is so beautiful at night. i took pictures to put on my blog but im having some problem with the bloody software so its gonna take some time before you guys can see them. well, then connie and i found somewhere to sit and we enjoyed every minute of it. at the end we saw the fireworks....ah, truly splendid. quite upset though tht we didnt get to see the opening fireworks. i have to say the atmosphere at the square was great that night. so many diff ppl from all over the world were gathered at the square. "united by the moment." connie and i were so touched by delta goodrams song 'we are one' that all the way back, and trust me it was a long way back as we walked all the way from flinders to our college (45 minute walk), we were talking abt world peace. sigh, if only the world was a better place for all of us to live in. the morning after, we found out that the view from yarra river was so much more better, and they got to see the passing of the baton, the fishes and the queens tram. *curses* well, there's still the closing, so no worries there. oh and i found out tht one of my guy friend is gay as he was so making out with his bf at the opening ceremony! hmm...oh well, thts it for the melbourne 2006. before i leave let me just say this, ' malaysia won a gold for weightlifting 56 kg!! woohoo!!!!!!!!!' keep up the good work guys!! one proud malaysian cheering ya'll on in melbourne. yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-114268229602823769?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/114268229602823769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=114268229602823769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114268229602823769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114268229602823769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/03/opening-of-2006-commonwealth-games.html' title='opening of the 2006 commonwealth games'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-114224966243644280</id><published>2006-03-13T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:34:23.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orang dusun australia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;somethings just never fail to get your attention, piss you off and make you shake your head countless number of time. this is the story of a ulufied aussy bitch which caught my attention today by saying something really degrading, to the australian nation that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;it was high table dinner today. high table dinners are formal sit down dinner where everyone wears their robes and have dinner with the administrators of the college. anyways, dinner was served and everybody was helping themselves with the delicious roast chicken and potato and beans. small conversations were going on and jokes were cracked and so on. i was sitting with my asian friends and we were joined by this really nice australian guy and these two austalian girls. we were all having a fairly decent conversations with each other. after some time, while i was talking to my malaysian pal james, one of the aussy chick asked me "hey priya where are you from again?", i told her that i am from malaysia and she proceeded to ask me " are you unusually dark for a malaysian?" you tell me how the fuck am i suppose to respond to that idiotic nonsensical question? i just abruptly said no and returned to my more civilized conversation with my fellow MALAYSIAN friend james. off course i had my friend judy from india trying to explain that my colour was because i am of sri lankan origin. seriously, i can't believe that they were having a conversation about my colour! i mean does colour even matter? this just shows you that some so called "civilised" nations aren't civilised at all. i mean the fucking american president did a good job portraying tht didnt he? sometimes people are so absorbed in their own lives they fail to realize global issues or even explore other cultures. (things to note melbourne is supposedly a multi racial city) australian newspapers are full with national news and literally no international news ok. even the ones that are there are so irrelevent. why talk about australians when some asians don't even know the difference between an indian and a malay. james was telling me that this singaporean chinese kept calling this indian boy who's name was skantha (but ppl call him skan) iskan. then james asked him why the hell was he calling skan tht and the boy replied oh isnt skan short for iskandar? isnt he malay? and ppl, skan looks indian from the tiniest hair on his head till his pinky toe. james told him no he's indian and the boy reply indian malay arent they the same. people here think just because we indian, chinese and malay ppl are malysians therefore we are malays. oh btw, another thing to add is, the indian community outside malaysian are highly specific where they are from ok. no joke. if you say you're indian, tht means you're from india or from indian descent. if you're sri lankan you're from sri lanka. so off course i was CORRECTED every half second. its madness k. anyways, i think i've vented enough. there everythings out and i feel much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;feel free to think wht you want and leave your comments. thats it for now. definately will here from me soon. cheers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-114224966243644280?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/114224966243644280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=114224966243644280' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114224966243644280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114224966243644280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/03/orang-dusun-australia.html' title='orang dusun australia'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-114207828292765116</id><published>2006-03-11T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T19:58:03.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the WET experience?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;ha ha ha...no i didnt get wet literally neither did i get 'wet'....instead last night the gang of international students at my college, including me *duh!!* hit this club called watermark. more than the experience the scene was truly magnificent. the club was located right at the side of victoria harbour. B.E.A.Utiful place....once again, another romantic spot *sobs..no prakash* so now abt the club, well i was happy because it was a real club club and not a freaking pub come club. the senior who took us there was a VIP so we got one free bottle of champagne and we didnt hv to que up in the cold. ;) and for the first time in my life i actually had a tequila shot. as jenna said, "aiseh, we all still sitting at asia cafe having sugarcane and maami here having tequila!" lolz...anyways, i dindt know tht there was a method to drink tequila. 1st u gotta put salt on ur fist then lick it. 2nd drink the shot and 3rd bite the lime in ur mouth. he he he...pretty awesome. DUN ROLL OF UR CHAIR LAUGHING K!! first timer here, permit to be a bit enthusiastic about it. anyways, then they started la the awesome music...dragged my aussie fren leanne to the floor, yeah she was the only local among the internationals...isnt she awesome!! initially she was suppose to come back with me during my trip to msia in june but her parents said that it was too expensive and she gotta earn the money. so maybe next yr la. anyways so then all of us were shaking our sexy booties to the groovy music. gotta admit that the remix's were awesome but the choice of songs can improve. my favourite though was gold digger and run it. "get down girl go ahead get down" *sniggers* sigh... i had so much fun with ppl i barely know just imagine hitting the clubs with my friends back at home. this morning, i was terribly homesick. only got home at 4 and i had to get up at 8.30 for kitchen duty and then went back to sleep. then got up for lunch and slept again, in the evening got up in time for dinner and then felt guilty so i did some work la. stupid cough is not going away!! almost 1 month now. ARGH!! anyways, gtg get my beauty sleep now. tmr's predicted to be a mad day. ttfn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-114207828292765116?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/114207828292765116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=114207828292765116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114207828292765116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114207828292765116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/03/wet-experience.html' title='the WET experience?'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-114181740592847490</id><published>2006-03-08T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:30:05.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my tiramisu....oooh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;its 10.20pm here down under and im eating this most delicious tiramisu cake ever. well, it'll be significant to point out the fact that it's my first ever time eating a tiramisu cake. deprived?...yes indeed...until now that is. "as it moves down my throat i feel the deepest satisfaction in life followed by a slight tingle down my spine...aaah my tiramisu, with a  layer of coco powder on top of a thick layer of cream, you fulfilled my desires tonight!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;p.s: *in a very dramatic soap opera manner* " sorry prakash nothing much you can do to fulfil my desires tonight!! it's just me.... and my tiramisu." *prances off to savour more tiramisu*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-114181740592847490?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/114181740592847490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=114181740592847490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114181740592847490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114181740592847490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-tiramisuoooh.html' title='my tiramisu....oooh'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-114155374385797453</id><published>2006-03-05T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:15:44.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i survived melbourne transportation system!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yey! finally something interesting to blog about. anyways, on friday after uni i met my uncle raj at melbourne central and took the train to his house. it was a very short visit. but i was so emo when i entered my aunts hse, because the last time i was there my mum was there to greet me. so i just started crying. anyways, my aunt gave me a big hug and i felt much better. i was so happy to have chicken curry that night. it was so yummy! so i ate like a pig and ended up feeling like a stuffed turkey after tht. then i went online and chatted with my babu and my sis. it was so good just chatting with them. then abt 11 i went to bed. cried again coz mum was sleeping with me on tht bed last week. it's so funny that when i was with her for the last 18 yrs i never really made an effort to spend time with her and all, but right now i'll do anything just to have a minute with her. anyways, then next afternoon saree came picked me up and we went to monash. was staying over there. met up with shantini and her friend anju. had a blast that day. in the evening we cooked. how awesome was tht? we made chicken curry and stir fry mixed vege. and to our supprise it was pretty good. so we whacked it nicely. then saree and shantz heated up the chocolate cake until the icing melted and was spilling over the cake...it was so good...ah, we seriously sinned that night. and the best part is we ate the wonderful cake in the park nearby under the moonlit and starlit sky. so bloody romantic. so, after cracking stupid jokes and laughing our ass's off we headed back to anju's room, cleaned up and saree and i went to get our pillows and  shantz went to get hers. met back at anju's room in 30 min and we set the bed and stuff and just laid down. shantz suggested nail painting so we took out anju's collection and started being creative. shantz did my nails for me, i was being a bum lying down on my tummy and not doing anything. he he he! but we had fun doing gurly stuff. then anju and shantz hit the sack and only saree and i were awake. i felt like an idiot when saree felt asleep soon after and i only realised after 3 minutes of yapping...he he he! oh well...so after tht i slept off too. next morning a took the bus to the local train station at 10.50 then immediately jumped onto the train to the city. so shit scared coz i was all on my own. got down at flinders st station. took the number 19 bus to college, and wallah, i was back "home!!" ;) so tht's my weekend in words. pretty good huh? oh well, ya'll tc and definately will receive updates from urs truly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-114155374385797453?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/114155374385797453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=114155374385797453' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114155374385797453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114155374385797453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-survived-melbourne-transportation.html' title='i survived melbourne transportation system!!'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-114057080119067160</id><published>2006-02-22T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T09:13:21.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>culture shock....oh yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;ok, aussy is so completely different from wht i expected it to be. let me first say i wasnt expecting much ok. the only thing i expected is for aussy's to be friendly and to hv tons of aussy friends. well, so much for tht hope. my first few days here at university college totally sucked. uni col is where i live, i know its called a college but actually its a hostel....crazy australians! so, we were divided into groups and i am the only asian in my group. it sucked!! none of the aussy's made an effort to talk to me or even to get to know where im from. i was starting all the conversation and after talking to me for 2 minutes they'd turn back to their cliques. so yeah, i was and am still pretty much alone. i cried so many times to mum and told her i wanted to come home. it was bad that she felt so guilty and felt extremely upset. she said i should gv it abt a yr and decide. well wht she says makes so much sense. i mean, i hv just got here, things arent gonna be a bed of roses for me being an international student and all. anyways, then i talked to prakash and saha, i tell you they both lifted my spirits with their encouraging words. best advice ever, " everytime you're feeling down just think of your goal. wht are you here to accomplish?" that just boosted my self confidence. i mean, i've worked my blooming ass off to get here. i'm not gonna let some stupid aussy's make me pack my bags and go home. sure i could do vet sc at upm but as saha said "do you want quality or environment?". well the lil me is saying well, quality is important but environment is equally important. wht's the point in studying in a place where you don't feel comfortable and not welcomed...anyways having all said and done i'm gonna get through this. i'm not coming back without my bvsc degree. it's been my dream since i was a lil girl and i've actually got a chance to make it come true. HELL YEAH I'M TAKING THE OPPRTUNITY AND STAYING ON!! anyways guys, just to let ya know, aussy isn't tht great a country. it's beautiful yes but it's never gonna be like home. there are plus points here like the freedom of speech and ppl dun gv 2 hoots abt wht you do or wear but malaysia seriously rocks!! it sure does hv it's up and downs but ppl are more hospitable there and the food rocks too!! i'm gonna end this post by saying MALAYSIA BOLEH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-114057080119067160?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/114057080119067160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=114057080119067160' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114057080119067160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114057080119067160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/02/culture-shockoh-yeah.html' title='culture shock....oh yeah!'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-114023662330135342</id><published>2006-02-18T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T12:23:43.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best 2 minutes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;so yesterday i went to meet saree and we went over to her aunts place which was just few blocks down from my aunts. and once there they decided to take us to the mall as saree's aunt had something to do at the mall. so we went along and just walked and walked and walked. malls in aussy are just like the ones in malaysia except for the fact tht its white ppl and not asians and plus the clothes are way nicer. anyways then we were talking abt phone's and saree wanted to change her line to an optus line. so she wanted to finish up her credit. she called her friend in malaysia who was celebrating his bday and after 5 minutes her credit still hadnt finished. so i asked if i could msg prakash and she was like why dont you call. so i called prakash and got to hear his sweet voice after so long. argh......i miss him so much!! and that was the best 2 minutes of my life. well you know wht i've realised when ppl say long distance relationship is hard they don't mean tht you lose interest in tht person but emotionally its tough. i'm missing prakash like crazy and i hope he feels the same. anyways gotta run now! not literally though...oh well, good day!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;your queen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-114023662330135342?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/114023662330135342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=114023662330135342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114023662330135342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/114023662330135342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/02/best-2-minutes.html' title='the best 2 minutes.'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-113971747017441580</id><published>2006-02-12T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T11:56:19.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>party of the yr!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;say whteva you want but the surprise farewell party thrown for me by my darling frens and my absolutely sweet boyfriend gains the title party of the yr in my books. it was so sweet of them to actually take the effort to cook stuff and attend the party. and the best part is, i've known these girls since i was a school kid. we practically grew up together. i don't think any other person in this world knows me better than these guys. namely michelle, ee may, davina, abby, jenna, koheela, maya, sheep, yamuna and anits. off course then there are the other awesome ppl whom i just got to know in college namely the G8-ers, kailash and adrien. also not forgetting my darling boyfriend who put together this whole party. prakash you're truly a gem and being the idiot i am i tool so long to realize that. well i've realised finally. thank heavens!! i was so touched that my ex classmates and kai actually came all the way from kl for this party. thanks guys!! you totally rock. after yesterday i truly realized that i'm so lucky to be blessed with such amazing sincere friends. i know we've had our up's and down's but to me that's how you really get to know a person truly. so i'll be in melbourne and all but i'll still keep in touch k. through msn and hotmail and definately via blog. thanks so much guys and i hope to see ya'll in june. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-113971747017441580?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/113971747017441580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=113971747017441580' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113971747017441580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113971747017441580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/02/party-of-yr.html' title='party of the yr!!'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-113947173403387287</id><published>2006-02-09T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T15:55:34.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tribute to kai@hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;since my dear friend kailash claims that he doenst get enough recognition on my blog, i solemnly dedicate this post to him. its written with the greatest amount of love and respect a friend should deserve. *chokes and dies* ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;K   - kharismatic....only in a kinky leather suit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A   - a total ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I    - idiotic to the max&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;L   - loud and obnoxious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;A   - attractive in a weird way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;S   - stripper for hire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;H  - hairy ( but nothing beats prakash)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;well dear kai, with this post everybody's gonna know the real you no? well darling take care and i'll see you on saturday. if you guys are wondering what kai's doing on saturday, well he's doing a strippy at my party! *meow!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-113947173403387287?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/113947173403387287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=113947173403387287' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113947173403387287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113947173403387287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/02/tribute-to-kaihand.html' title='a tribute to kai@hand'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-113939836018745296</id><published>2006-02-08T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T19:32:40.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anger management 101...what shit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ever felt like stranggling a person, or shoot them down, or run them over with a car, or just give them a huge punch on their face when they irritate you...well you better think again unless you wouldnt mind getting a lawsuit. well, how do you actually deal with anger? what is the most efficient way to deal with anger? is it to count until 100?, to lock yourself up in the room, blast the music and scream?, watch cartoons?, just forget about it?. well, áfter 19 years of existence on this god forsaken planet i've come to realize that the best way to deal with anger is not to get angry. in order for you not to get angry, don't care too much, have an open mind and always remember that all human beings on planet earth are apes. they're just screwed in their own ways ok. but definately its easier said than done no? even till this day i can't let things go easily. forgive fine, but never forget. that's just the way i am and probably because of that i'm quite temperemental. nevertheless, by not getting angry is definately the way la. you save lots of energy which could be of better use. plus you will look much much younger once you've cut down on the frowning (don't wanna look like a bull dog do you now?). though, an occasional rage would be good as you get your adrenaline pumping and give those lungs of yours some exercise. i'm sitting here writing this article while waiting for my dear boyfriend to come visit me after his football practice. btw he's 2 hrs late. well wht better alternative way of dealing with anger than to write an article on one. *grunts* later days....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;your queen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-113939836018745296?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/113939836018745296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=113939836018745296' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113939836018745296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113939836018745296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/02/anger-management-101what-shit.html' title='anger management 101...what shit?'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-113818926974649473</id><published>2006-01-25T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T19:41:09.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you FORGETTING something??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people forget, we all know that. off course we tend to forget things that are not important to us and things that our brain does not recall. for example, remembering dates, or the fact that a familiar face just smiled at you, and even important requests from your girlfriends/boyfriends for a matter of fact. even though we can't help forgetting things it can be a real pain in the ass if it's something important you had to do for another person or even yourself. anyways, i've done my research and here are a few reasons on why people  forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. people tend to forget when theie brain is overloaded with things to remember. so if you're a busy bee and have tons of work to do please carry an organiser to jot down things so you'll rmb. and most importantly please rmb to look at the organiser!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. people who are anxious and depressed tend to forget things easily simply because they're not listening to a thing you have to say. so you smart ass's out there, when your friend is crying, don't go ask her if you can hit on her boyfriend coz she'd probably say yes so that you'll quit bugging her!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. people who have physical dissabilities such as blindness and hearing problems. i've got absolutely nothing sarcastic to say to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so anyways, my conclusion is if you know you've got a memory problem, please get your ass up and do something about it. saying i forgot is a lame excuse and the impression you would give on another person will most definately be &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s: mrs prasad came to the vet to buy cat food for her cat today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your queen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-113818926974649473?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/113818926974649473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=113818926974649473' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113818926974649473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113818926974649473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-you-forgetting-something.html' title='are you FORGETTING something??'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-113814708698873817</id><published>2006-01-25T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T07:58:07.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just for you, my love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;before you i was broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and then you came and mended me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i know i'll never be as secure and strong as i use to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but because of you im as strong as i'll ever be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;before you i was in a world of my own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;going with the flow,a stereotype, materialistic and egoistic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you opened my eyes to the real world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you showed me that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you showed me love, so pure, so divine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thank you for always loving me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thank you for treating me like a woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;thank you for believing in me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and most importantly,thank you for being you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i know i'll be gone in a month,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but baby even though i'm away you know we're never actually apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;for there's a strong bond between our hearts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and bitter sweet memories that will keep us alive until i'm in your arms again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-113814708698873817?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/113814708698873817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=113814708698873817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113814708698873817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113814708698873817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-for-you-my-love.html' title='just for you, my love.'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-113772270116854737</id><published>2006-01-20T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T19:53:19.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you thought getting into uni is a breeze.....think again!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i seriously don't know where to start. so september last year i got down to business and started my research on universities that offer veterinary science in australia. there were 5 in total and i picked 3, uni melb, uni sydney and murdoch. then IDP education australia had an open day and all the universities were going to be there. application fees were waived so more reason for me to apply then. so, made my appointments and all, and only submitted applications for uni melb and sydney. the representative of murdoch told me to submit my application when the actual results are released. this is the first phase. second phase begun when my results were released. made a photocopy of them and got it certified and sent it in to IDP. second phase was quick and easy but third phase, the process of waiting, is when all the trouble started. universities in aussy were closed for xmas and new yr and their offices only opened on the 4th of jan. so i waited and waited and waited. no reply!!! called IDP many times and they said still no reply. try and imagine my frustration....anyways, so mum and i went to their office and got contact numbers of the people dealing with international student admission in both melb and sydney. this was a friday ok. by the time we got home and called uni melb their office had already closed for the day, and they don't work on weekends. so had to wait for monday. when monday came, at about 7.30 in the morning mum called again. it seems that the bloody IDP hadn't sent my results in. so called them up and asked them why hadnt they sent my results and that idiot was like "oh actually the uni's can access your results online la." im like what shit la, then why did they require a certified photocopy of my results. i pested them for days, called and visited. by the time i got confirmation everybody there knew who i was. ;) anyways then sourced out accomodation, had to go through a phone interview and mail them a registration fee. so accomodation was confirmed. then i went online and cheked uni melb website and found out that orientation was on the 16th of feb. i panicked again!!! i had booked flight for the 21st....oh lord!! i tell you...mum had to call travel agent and he said not to worry he'll settle it. so fine...then dad money hadnt cleared so couldnt pay fee before deadline and can just imagine how pissed off i was. its tue and i havent got my visa done yet. and im leavin in 2 1/2 weeks and next week is chinese new yr. and we all know during chinese new yr the world stops spinning. anyways, im paying up tmr and hopefully my visa will be done before my departure if not i cant board my flight. oh well, phase 4 will begin when im in aussy so i'll be posting after the 15th. so, i guess this is it for now. you know, its true that things you really want in life dont come easy. well i guess its because things that do come easy once you get it you never really appreciate it. give it a thought. its really true and applies to all aspect of life. ttfn!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;your queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-113772270116854737?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/113772270116854737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=113772270116854737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113772270116854737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113772270116854737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-you-thought-getting-into-uni-is.html' title='if you thought getting into uni is a breeze.....think again!!'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-113742405926131936</id><published>2006-01-16T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T23:07:39.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>death upon a beautiful saturday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an uninvited guest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bringer of great misery and sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a beautiful saturday morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reunites family and friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;consoling hugs and shed tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a beautiful saturday morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;freedom to a soul that suffers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a pure soul that sets out on a journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to reach HIS grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on a beautiful saturday morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah that saturday morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a day of mourning, a day of prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;clad in black, people came to pay their last respect &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;never forget it i will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;for a person i love took his last breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that beautiful saturday morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in loving memory of labis uncle. i'll never forget the moment i've shared with you and all that you've done for me. may your soul rest in peace and find its way to the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aum Nama Shivaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-113742405926131936?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/113742405926131936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=113742405926131936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113742405926131936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113742405926131936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/01/death-upon-beautiful-saturday-morning.html' title='death upon a beautiful saturday morning'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-113711809665730889</id><published>2006-01-13T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T10:08:16.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of fainting!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so, its a brand new yr and i've got nothing to do. mum said to go volunteer at the nearby vet so thát i would gain some experience and knowledge plus that way i won't be lying around complaining i'm bored. so the day before my first day mum called dr. thomas to ask him if i could come hang out at his clininc and see what being a vet is all about. so the next morning i went to the clinic. dr thomas wasnt there yet so i was chatting with dr. cynthia. she's so fun to be with and to talk too. after approximately 15 minutes dr thomas walks in and asks me why i wanted to be a vet. well, i gave the same old ans "because i love animals." he said "most people love animals but that doesnt mean that they're cut out to be vets." oh well, then dr cynthia started her first case, a castration. i was there to view it off course. oh my god!, the ammount of blood that splattered out. gosh....i was hanging in there. the dogs testicles looked like pigeon eggs, or some soughta fish eyeball....well whatever it was, it was disgusting! a juicy piece of info for all the guys. to remove the testicles right, they actually squeezed the dog's balls until the testicle popped out. lolz! human castration would be the same you know. anyways, the sad part was the dog wasn't given enough anaesthesia so he was yelping away. i teared :( so after removing both testicles, dr cynthia was sewing him up. it was such a long process. lets say the average time of a surgery is 15 minutes, the dr spends about 9 minutes sewing up. anyway,  so the smell of blood was in the air and my stomach suddenly felt very uncomfortable.  my vision was getting blurry and everything in the room started spinning. next thing i know, BANG!!!! i fell down on this metal thing they use to hold drips. "oh my god!! what happened?" cried dr. cynthia. Dr. thomas came rushing in and sprinkled water on my face. then he carried me by my arm and placed me on one of the chairs at his front desk. i tried opening my eyes but the room was still spinning and this made the puking sensation get worse. so i kept my eyes shut and after 5 minutes opened them again. everything was still again. phew....dr. cynthia came out after the op and bought me orange juice to drink. once i was better i went in for the 2nd op of the day, a female dog was gonna have her tiubs tied and ovary removed. thank god i didnt faint this time! i felt much better. wee....I SURVIVED!! so yday i viewed 2 more surgeries. first one, this german shepard had a skin tumour and doc had to remove it, the next was tying of the tiub of a cat. i'm much more comfortable now in the operating theater, so i WON'T BE FAINTING IN 3RD YR VET!! :) anyway ppl, there's an abandoned dalmation in the clinic. 1 yr and 2 months old. owner doesnt want it anymore. anybody who's interested please come buy it. it's only RM400. if the dog doesnt get sold by chinese new yr dr. will have to put it down, because it's taking up space of other sick animals. till my next post!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your fainting queen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  :)&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/19265843-113711809665730889?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/113711809665730889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=113711809665730889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113711809665730889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113711809665730889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2006/01/art-of-fainting.html' title='the art of fainting!!'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-113608847791014202</id><published>2006-01-01T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T12:07:58.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its the end of one chapter and the beginning of another</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; wow, one whole year has gone by with a blink of an eye. it was only like yday when i was so thrilled tht i had got into college and was starting a new chapter of my life and here i am one year later doing the same thing. 18 yrs of my life flew by just like that. year 2005 was an experience like no other. college life was a rollercoaster ride on its own but you know wht, i don't regret one bit of it. i've been exposed to so many different type of people in college itself, i can only imagine the kind off people in the real world. scary thought, i know. but the most important thing is to know yourself and be focused. it's not all about the studies, it's about gaining experience through exposure. but yeah you gotta be focused too! it was really fun just hanging out with fren's and mastering the art of people watching. loved watching all the interesting clothes people would come in. i mean some are nice but some are just so weird. oh ya and need i remind ya'll about the celebrity wannabe's. jay sean, jay chao, kelly rowlands....;) lolz! i admit looking good is a MUST in college. but sometimes there are ugly days, where you put on a big ass shirt and jeans and sneakers. hairs in a mess and all...lolz! but anyway, this year was a blast! and for those of you who were part of it, especially the G8érs and prakash and the bus gang, thank you so much for this memorable year. ttfn!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your queen,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  :)&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/19265843-113608847791014202?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/113608847791014202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=113608847791014202' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113608847791014202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113608847791014202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-end-of-one-chapter-and-beginning.html' title='its the end of one chapter and the beginning of another'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-113401020636368180</id><published>2005-12-08T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T11:01:20.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLLYWOOD!! WOO HOO........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO i did not go to hollywood in the USA but i did go for HOLLYWOOD holiday on ice with my in laws. it was a fantastic night out with them. well, thanks to me, we thought the show was at 8.00 and we were there super duper early. never heard the end of it in the car though....:) it was a really amusing ride there. ok, i know tht i was quite throughout the journey but i was actually just sitting back, relaxing while watching my in laws in action. it was quite amusing watching both sangy and aunty( prax's mum) giving prakash diff directions and in the background sangy was going "nit and a wit makes a nitwit." not very encouraging sangy, but wht are big sisters for if they're not meant to annoy you....shall conveniently exclude myself though. U CANT SAY ANYTHING FOR IM THE QUEEN!!! BLEH!!. *hugs prakash* neway, so finally we got there parked the car and que'd up to enter. got ourselves seated and the show started. wow, it was 2 hours of pure fun, astonishment and laughter. it was GREAT!! james bond was HOT!!! HOT i say just SIZZLING HOT!!. oh note to prakash: you've lost points for wanting to go closer to the ice to look under those ladies dresses when they twirl and flip. :^P neway to add to which couple of my school mates were also there, tht's because we all got the tickets from jenna. lolz!! thanks girl for the tickets k. for your kind deed you will get blessed by ME!!! WEE....... so, all in all twas a very enjoyable evening. i loved every moment of it coz i had the love of my life right by my side. love ya prakash, you're truly a gem and for tht i'll cherish you forever. *kisses* that's all for now!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;your queen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-113401020636368180?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/113401020636368180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=113401020636368180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113401020636368180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113401020636368180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2005/12/hollywood-woo-hoo.html' title='HOLLYWOOD!! WOO HOO........'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-113392887326754534</id><published>2005-12-07T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T12:15:17.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>launching of the new mercedes s-class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hmmm....talk about lifestyles of the rich and the famous. attending the lauching of the new mercedes s-class with my dad certainly exposed me to it. twas such a grand function, with fine wine and champagne and appetizers, all the you know who's were there dressed in their most expensive batik shirt or tux, and all the you know who's wives dressed elegantly even though they're all droopy and wrinkly and not forgetting the press!! aaah....truly delightful. i was expecting to be the youngest there but there were people around my age group. there were 4 mercedes cars exhibited in the grand ballroom. the cls, the a-class, the b-class and something else la. can't really rmb. before they launched the beautiful car there was a spectacular performance by a mini ochestra who played some very famous pieces that i very do not know the name off. ;) then finally the moment everybody had been waiting for, they launched the mercedes s-class, it was beautiful. somewht like the old version but just tht it was longer and the interior was cooler. took a lot of pictures, and ppl please look out of a pic of me and my dad with the hot red mercedes a-class in the &lt;em&gt;le prestige&lt;/em&gt; magazine. well, thts enough abt the car now abt me!!! i was looking good tht night la and was quite glad ppl noticed. caught this guy looking at me several time and once he actually held up his beer mug and smiled at me. finally he actually came and chatted me up. finally he asked for my number and i said "sorry i don't have a phone."explained tht the phone in my hand was actually my mum's. it was hillarious. finally he said nice meeting you and left! lolz....dude if you're reading my blog im so sorry but i didnt know you well enough to gv you my num. :) neway, so it was a good day la. got a bit tipsy though....note to self: dont drink on an empty stomach. lolz....till you hear from me again. signing off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your queen&lt;br /&gt;:)&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/19265843-113392887326754534?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/113392887326754534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=113392887326754534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113392887326754534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113392887326754534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2005/12/launching-of-new-mercedes-s-class.html' title='launching of the new mercedes s-class'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-113366317198757540</id><published>2005-12-04T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T10:26:12.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIY: grand season hotel and klcc is not at all nearby to one another!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the 2nd of december 2005, my future mother in law had a seminar to attend at the grand season hotel. she invited me to come along with them (she and prakash) and my mum too gave me permission to go along. * thanks mummy, love ya loads!!* so we were on our merry way to grand season hotel.....when we arrived, aunty said tht we can go walk about and all. so prax and i held hands and were walking around the streets of kl. it was so romantic!! seriously....im totally in love with him..neway then we saw the twin towers and it looked so near to where we were. so, we being the adventures lot decided to walk all the way to klcc. we were alright at first until prakash askd for directions and the man pointed us in the long direction to klcc, through the carpark. yeah yeah, in this case we cant say tht men wont ask for directions no?? but we can say tht they're &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HORRID&lt;/span&gt; at giving direction. :) neway so we walked along the highway, which was damn long and through a tunnel which was even longer. finally got to the carpark and got to the elevator. finally entered klcc....aaahhh the cool breeze from the air condition. so prax and i were walking and i was getting freaky stares from ppl, call me egoistic or whteva but i thought because i was damn hot la! then suddenly prakash turned back and went "oh my god pri ur blouse!!" AARGGHH!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BEAUTIFUL PINK TOP WAS BLACK!!! twas a good thing tht we were right outside parkson grand! grabbed prakash's hand and we paced as fast as we could through parkson and quickly bought a blouse.....ah so embarresed i was. to add to which i had got blisters on my feet. *OUCH* anyway......on a scale of one to ten, i'd rate my day a 7. it was great coz it was a new kinda experience for my baby and i, plus i gotta continue with the sucking up to in law mission..lolz! take care darling, till you hear from ur quuen again. muaks!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your queen,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  :)&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/19265843-113366317198757540?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/113366317198757540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=113366317198757540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113366317198757540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113366317198757540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2005/12/fiy-grand-season-hotel-and-klcc-is-not.html' title='FIY: grand season hotel and klcc is not at all nearby to one another!!'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-113348776599369382</id><published>2005-12-02T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T09:42:47.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o happy day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;hey! ho! the queen is in the house ya'll!! :0....lolz. neway thanks so much for the comments on the last post my common folk, it was truly appreciated...*mutters**mutters*. oooh yday was a great day! sangy, just to let ya know, there's been an addition to the jayakumar family. they're are so cute!! wee....neway you'll come back tmr and find out anyway. as i was saying, yday was a great day for subang parade ( to specify pets wonderland and delifrance) for the great queen and her future king made an appearance to visit an old fren ms sonia anne miranda. it was a short yet sweet visit. sonia was stuffing her face with spaghetti while us girls were discussing a royal sleepover. after tht we said our goodbye's and the king and i made our way to pets wonderland where we got the cutest lil things eva!! our babies....starsky and hutch! sangy ur an aunty d....:) after tht i decided tht its best to mingle with the common flok so we took the train home. ah....wht a ride man! then we went back to the kumars at number 6. the queen sheila of tht royal residence greeted us with open arms. she went "oh they're so cute!" ( she was talking about them babies) neway then we put up the christmas trees and took pictures. after that we had a royal banquet....sardin curry, bayam, rice, fish cutlets....aaahh a splendid meal i say. soon after i had to bid farewell to my future in laws and rode home in my pumpkin carriage! wow....im truly living it! alright then, tht's all for now.....shall hear from me soon. i know ya'll cant wait but patience is a virtue MY people....so ttfn, tata for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;your queen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;   :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-113348776599369382?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/113348776599369382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=113348776599369382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113348776599369382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113348776599369382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2005/12/o-happy-day.html' title='o happy day!'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19265843.post-113282332734452020</id><published>2005-11-25T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T17:08:47.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I RULE THEREFORE I AM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;an introduction to me in brief:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. i am the ruler of the universe! duh......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. i am beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3. i am always right...thus I'M the queen and i rule!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4. i am smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5. i am funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6. i love flowers and chocolate and lil fluffy dogs..wee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you know wht i've realised, there's just too much abt me to write down and my little queen fingers are getting tired. proceeding.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;why am i writing a blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. because i've got nothing else better to do for i'm through contemplating my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; existence...i've found the answer, to RULE ALL!!!! muahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2. because i'm trying to get a feel on why all the idiots i rule are so into this whole blogging crap....is it the in thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3. because i need to brag about how great i am.....being a queen is tough k, especially on my complexion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;well, these are a few reasons on why i've gotta blog. neway you shall hear from me soon, but for now i need to rest my fingers....tata for now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;your queen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;       :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19265843-113282332734452020?l=thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/feeds/113282332734452020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19265843&amp;postID=113282332734452020' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113282332734452020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19265843/posts/default/113282332734452020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thequeenisspeaking.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-rule-therefore-i-am.html' title='I RULE THEREFORE I AM!'/><author><name>priya d.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
