<?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-19945946</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:05:15.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>les voyage</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114331098449500498</id><published>2006-03-26T02:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T02:24:07.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theuppercase.org/warfare" target="_blank"&gt;Warfare&lt;/a&gt; is up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114331098449500498?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114331098449500498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114331098449500498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114331098449500498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114331098449500498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/warfare-is-up.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114327839280415382</id><published>2006-03-25T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T17:19:52.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. LOL. I FOUND THE FUNNIEST SHIT!
&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=UYcYUqzHuh4&amp;amp;search=SNL" target="_blank"&gt;James Blunt spoof&lt;/a&gt;.
GO watch. It's fucking hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114327839280415382?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114327839280415382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114327839280415382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114327839280415382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114327839280415382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114327414672392361</id><published>2006-03-25T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T16:29:40.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img56.imageshack.us/img56/1953/jillianresized4bp.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img56.imageshack.us/img56/1839/joanneresized2ua.jpg" /&gt;
&lt;img src="http://img56.imageshack.us/img56/8335/jaredresized3sy.jpg" /&gt;

So cute right! I think Jillian is the &lt;b&gt;cutest&lt;/b&gt;! A bit skinny though. =X
Hahaha.

Oh, my mother just asked me to go watch this documentary on &lt;u&gt;Animal Planet&lt;/u&gt;, and they showed dogs wearing kimonos going to a wedding.. for &lt;i&gt;dogs&lt;/i&gt;. =X
The 2 dogs were also wearing their gowns and all getting &lt;i&gt;married&lt;/i&gt;, and their guests were all dogs (with their owners there too of course).
They even had bridemaids and bridegrooms in clothes too!
Oh my god, soooooo cute!! Then they had to sign the wedding certificate with their paw prints and there was actually a priest there blessing them. -_-
The dogs had a wedding cake and milk (in the replacement as champagne) as well. Their wedding rings were just pretty rubber bands around their necks.
Ahh. Hahahaha!

I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0339034/" target="_blank"&gt;From Justin to Kelly&lt;/a&gt; just now on &lt;u&gt;Star Movies&lt;/u&gt;, and seriously, it SUCKS.
The songs were not bad, but the whole movie just sucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114327414672392361?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114327414672392361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114327414672392361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114327414672392361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114327414672392361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-cute-right-i-think-jillian-is.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114322087707896397</id><published>2006-03-24T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T01:21:17.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was bored, so I looked through my photos and found this.

&lt;a href="http://img119.imageshack.us/my.php?image=polaroids5ob.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img119.imageshack.us/img119/8245/polaroids5ob.th.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This was like what? 2 years back, I think! Hahaahahaha.

I looked ugly like shit! Oh my god.
I said before that I would do a comparison photo when I was free.
Well I did, and uhm..

&lt;a href="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/271/shit9ju.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;!! I dont know what the hell I was thinking, wearing those pink shades. I used to think that they were &lt;i&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt;. HAHAH.
The first picture was when I just in Sec 3. OH MY GOD. Lol.
That shows how much one can change in the span of just one year?
I found some few funny/weird pictures too! (Dont kill me)

&lt;a href="http://img102.imageshack.us/my.php?image=hpim05859zb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img102.imageshack.us/img102/3236/hpim05859zb.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
=X?!

&lt;a href="http://img102.imageshack.us/my.php?image=hpim07597xp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img102.imageshack.us/img102/3703/hpim07597xp.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Watch out for &lt;b&gt;Kelsey, the ghost&lt;/b&gt;! Oh look at my kawaiixxxzx ah liiannnxxzz poseeexx!!..

&lt;a href="http://img102.imageshack.us/my.php?image=643007bx.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img102.imageshack.us/img102/4983/643007bx.th.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Adele!
&lt;a href="http://img118.imageshack.us/my.php?image=789116om.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/7425/789116om.th.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
She almost fainted. Lol.
&lt;a href="http://img102.imageshack.us/my.php?image=613005pz.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img102.imageshack.us/img102/83/613005pz.th.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
HAHAHA!

&lt;a href="http://img118.imageshack.us/my.php?image=512319ii.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/1351/512319ii.th.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Dee and her green monkey.

&lt;a href="http://img102.imageshack.us/my.php?image=02616217yf.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img102.imageshack.us/img102/3977/02616217yf.th.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Char, the flying roastpork.

&lt;a href="http://img102.imageshack.us/my.php?image=23144566kk.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img102.imageshack.us/img102/3497/23144566kk.th.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Our first mass 3.5 print. My head is humungous.

&lt;a href="http://img71.imageshack.us/my.php?image=21654897sdfasdf9pt.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img71.imageshack.us/img71/4343/21654897sdfasdf9pt.th.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
We are Mcdonald's loyal customers.

&lt;a href="http://img136.imageshack.us/my.php?image=48676574dfsadff9bf.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/311/48676574dfsadff9bf.th.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I have no idea what the pose was about!

&lt;a href="http://img118.imageshack.us/my.php?image=156460asdffffffff4sn.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/7128/156460asdffffffff4sn.th.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The forever on going cold war between them.

&lt;a href="http://img67.imageshack.us/my.php?image=54561abc1jq.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img67.imageshack.us/img67/2219/54561abc1jq.th.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://img68.imageshack.us/my.php?image=asa5cy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img68.imageshack.us/img68/8093/asa5cy.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Kelsey, the loner.
(DON'T. KILL. ME. OR. SLAP. ME)

&lt;a href="http://img68.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0304zf.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img68.imageshack.us/img68/9771/snap0304zf.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Mr Tan's pert butt.

&lt;a href="http://img128.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap015a9qh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img128.imageshack.us/img128/708/snap015a9qh.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Kelsey so excited.

&lt;a href="http://img128.imageshack.us/my.php?image=childish33bs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img128.imageshack.us/img128/3972/childish33bs.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Karen's brilliant idea.
&lt;a href="http://img98.imageshack.us/my.php?image=childish0os.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/97/childish0os.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
My wonderful idea.

&lt;a href="http://img159.imageshack.us/my.php?image=octopus34sj.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img159.imageshack.us/img159/8431/octopus34sj.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Guess how bored were we.

&lt;a href="http://img148.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap01326fm.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/2677/snap01326fm.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://img148.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0120pv.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img148.imageshack.us/img148/9300/snap0120pv.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
We have big mouths.

&lt;a href="http://img61.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0173vl.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img61.imageshack.us/img61/8241/snap0173vl.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
o_O

Okay, I'm getting tired and sticky. I need to bathe again.
I've deleted many many photos. Kind of regret now, it's nice to look at old memories occasionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114322087707896397?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114322087707896397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114322087707896397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114322087707896397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114322087707896397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-bored-so-i-looked-through-my.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114319060713839319</id><published>2006-03-24T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:56:47.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't take this anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114319060713839319?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114319060713839319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114319060713839319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114319060713839319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114319060713839319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-cant-take-this-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114311906768524017</id><published>2006-03-23T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T21:04:27.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really can't figure out ftp, it fucks my whole mood up and leaves me disorientated.
I just can't stand leaving work undone. :(
Anybody &lt;b&gt;knows&lt;/b&gt; how to use ftp? Help me, and I will seriously seriously seriously &lt;b&gt;love you eternally&lt;/b&gt;!! :((
Pleaseeeee, I'm at my wit's end!!!

Anyway, I'm rather tired these few days. I have been sleeping past 1-2am these few days and waking up at 6.10 am. Oh god, I'm going to break down soon.
Ran 2.4km yesterday for PE. My legs were damn jelly when I was sprinting at the end, came in around 14mins plus.
I was running the &lt;b&gt;whole&lt;/b&gt; way myself! Denyse left me and I left Zonia behind, so I was like, wth, so I ran alone, haha, which I think is rather good. I can go at my own pace and not be stressed.
I think I shall run alone for the actual run too. =X

Anyway, now we have &lt;b&gt;2 newts&lt;/b&gt; in our class! Oh gosh, it's seriously freaking Pilo out! Haha.
Today's English &lt;s&gt;and CME&lt;/s&gt; was rather funny!
Pilo gave us SO MUCH English vocab to do and the worst thing was that my vocab book was at home and I had to borrow. Like wtf, I didn't even remember her asking us to bring!Okay whatever.
Then Charlene, Zonia and Gloria were childish-ing around throwing paper balls at each other.
Damn hilarious! Then Kelsey's aiming totally sucks! LOL. She went right up front to Charlene and Zonia and threw a big paper ball, but she can &lt;b&gt;still throw off limit&lt;/b&gt;! LOL.
All of us laughed like crazy!

Oh, we got a new Chemistry teacher, Mr Ali taking over Mr Lian. I don't know if he's a good teacher, but I don't really understand him cause he speaks kind of soft.
But he's damn cute! His laughter is the &lt;i&gt;weirdest&lt;/i&gt; ever! HAHAHAHA.

&lt;a href="http://img127.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0032yv.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img127.imageshack.us/img127/9894/snap0032yv.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Queen Mell? LOL.

&lt;a href="http://img136.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0042uj.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/8431/snap0042uj.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Animal Farm, &lt;s&gt;beautifully&lt;/s&gt; drawn by Valerie.

Then, oh yah, Mrs Boo didn't came in for a double period Physics and the whole class just went mad.
They were playing around with the visualiser so much, taking candid shots of oblivious people. Hah.
Oh, then the visualiser caught this image, which looked pretty much like a ghost.
&lt;a href="http://img136.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0105ul.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/4941/snap0105ul.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
And the thing is, the visualiser wasn't even frozen and there's nothing under the visualiser that could have made this image. =X
Everybody was so fascinated by this and started taking this down with their handphones. Hah.

&lt;a href="http://img127.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0127vx.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img127.imageshack.us/img127/1031/snap0127vx.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
My love msg to &lt;s&gt;Cindy&lt;/s&gt; Poonie.

&lt;a href="http://img136.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0139jf.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/4728/snap0139jf.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
And hers to me.

&lt;a href="http://img136.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0147zf.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/4863/snap0147zf.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Red marker's her, black marker's me.

&lt;a href="http://img146.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0187cd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/4307/snap0187cd.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
As you can see, I give Amanda &lt;b&gt;air&lt;/b&gt;! Hah.

&lt;a href="http://img136.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0156tx.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/8074/snap0156tx.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Jaslyn's furry hairclip.

&lt;a href="http://img146.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0178pe.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/8696/snap0178pe.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Cindy took this, for I dunno why.

&lt;a href="http://img136.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0165al.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/4117/snap0165al.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Hahahhahaha.

Okay, I'm feeling damn down and depressed now.
I need somebody, somebody really close and trustable.
I NEED TO POUR OUT MY FEELINGS. I'm going to &lt;b&gt;explode&lt;/b&gt;.
Nobody's trustable and can be my best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114311906768524017?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114311906768524017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114311906768524017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114311906768524017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114311906768524017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-really-cant-figure-out-ftp-it-fucks.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114303662700181487</id><published>2006-03-22T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:10:27.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having a major major headache. I ate just now and I felt like puking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114303662700181487?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114303662700181487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114303662700181487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114303662700181487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114303662700181487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-having-major-major-headache.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114293247383527653</id><published>2006-03-21T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:09:36.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;
Mummy woke me up to go to &lt;u&gt;Mellben Seafood&lt;/u&gt; at Ang Mo Kio. Wow, the crabs there are really &lt;i&gt;shiok&lt;/i&gt;! Oh god. Seriously.
Ate chilli crab, crab beehoon, sweet and sour pork, vegetables and steamed fish. One dish of crabs is like $40/- I think, but it's worth it! Haha.
Then, super funny man! One of the waitresses suddenly used the loudspeaker to sound the alarm and shouted "&lt;i&gt;Mata lai liao!&lt;/i&gt; (police come already) " Woah, you could practically see half the patrons rushing up to go to put coupons in their cars.
My father said a very reasonable thing, which was, they were willing to spend more than $100 on food, but they won't spend $0.50 on car coupons. Abit weird. =X
Okay anyway, yeah. Haha. When my sister posts the pics from her camera, then I'd upload here.

I was watching &lt;u&gt;Pretty Woman 2&lt;/u&gt; on Ch 8 just now, right after I came home, and it was the part where Michelle Chia was making over this girl. Wah seh, the girl no taste man! Michelle Chia dressed her up until &lt;i&gt;so  nice&lt;/i&gt;, and she still say so ugly!
I think her fashion sense abit outdated. Yeah, that's my point. Michelle Chia rocks! Lol. Okay, whatever.
Watching &lt;u&gt;The Shining Stars&lt;/u&gt; now when I haven't even started on studying my History and doing my homework.
I think tonight no need to sleep already.
&lt;b&gt;End edit&lt;/b&gt;

Today was the most tiring day &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;.
Yesterday's timetable was ultra boring and CCA was even &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt; boring than usual! Benjamin Boo wouldn't let us rest at all, except two 5min break slots! Yeah.
Brother fetched me home and then we went to Georges bar and cafe to celebrate my sister's birthday which is actually like today.
The waiters there are rather cute! LOL. I heard one of them, called David or something joined &lt;u&gt;Singapore Idol&lt;/u&gt; and got in! Haha. He's the cutest man. (:

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Sister's parents in law, brother, me, my parents (anti clockwise direction)

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Sister. Brother. Me. (Like the triplets eh! LOL)

Oh then we realised we didn't have a cake, so my brother drove around to the cake shops, but they were all closed! (Cause it was a Monday)
Then he went to &lt;u&gt;7-11&lt;/u&gt; to buy &lt;u&gt;Sara Lee&lt;/u&gt; chocolate cake! LOL!
Yeah, then the waiters put some chocolate sauce over it and stuck a candle there, and there was my sister's birthday cake. Lol, the cake wasn't bad what. Yeah man.
Then since when we were singing the birthday song, the patrons outside the bar also sang along, so my sister went to give each of them pieces of the cake and made friends with them. o_O
I don't think I will ever do that. Lol.

Hmm. Then the most pissing thing was, I missed &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; my beautiful shows yesterday while rushing my homework. And the thing was, I did until 1.30am plus and I still haven't finished &lt;b&gt;half&lt;/b&gt; my homework! But I couldn't take it anymore and went to sleep.
But I stayed up till 1.30 am doing Pilo's English loh. And the fucking thing was that she didn't even collect today when she said that today was the deadline! I swear, omg, she's a bitch.

Oh, we got class pets again. -_- Fishes and a &lt;i&gt;newt&lt;/i&gt;. Pilo is hell scared of it, haha. I hope it crawls onto her one day. o_O
Oh, then cause Valerie and I sit in the front for E.Maths, we get a full frontal view of the tank and we literally saw the newt shed its skin and &lt;u&gt;eat it&lt;/u&gt;! Oh gross. Lol.

Going to have birthday dinner for sister again later (crab beehoon). Oh my, how the fuck am I going to study History!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114293247383527653?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114293247383527653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114293247383527653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114293247383527653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114293247383527653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/edit-mummy-woke-me-up-to-go-to-mellben.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114275505814623958</id><published>2006-03-19T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T15:57:38.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the last day of holidays! I bet everybody is studying/finishing their homework like &lt;b&gt;mad dogs&lt;/b&gt; now, but somehow, I'm not. =X
Damn. I need to get some motivation!
Anyway, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0316654/" target="_blank"&gt;Spiderman II&lt;/a&gt; will be on later (cable! :D) so I'd be bathing soon.
Oh, and I was online from 11pm+ allllll the way till &lt;b&gt;6am&lt;/b&gt; this morning because I just wasn't feeling sleepy! o_O Lol.
I woke up at about 10.30am cause I &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; wasn't feeling sleepy. =X

Everybody, I know when I go to school tomorrow, you will ALL pat me on the back.
Because I will be finally, yes &lt;b&gt;FINALLY&lt;/b&gt; wearing my new school shoes! Haha! (:

Say bye bye to my old school shoes. I'd miss you. They're like damn comfortable!
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It's 3.35am on a Sunday morning and I've been online for about 4 hours. Still ain't sleepy though. =X
Had a long chat with Karen (She's pootpoot and I'm poofpoof) just now since we were both bored and we started showing each other's past photos. Haha. We look damn different now! (:
And then we talked about movies, and she forgot the movies that we watched together. ): What a lousy friend! And then she introduced me to gay movies. =X LOL!
Haha. Okay. I'm still not sleepy.

Anyway, I got an offer to be hosted! *jumps for joy
I love &lt;a href="http://www.theuppercase.org/" target="_blank"&gt;Kara&lt;/a&gt;! (:
Thinking of probable subdomain names now.
Kelsey, I &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; you! Check your email alrights? (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114271082702430747?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114271082702430747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114271082702430747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114271082702430747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114271082702430747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-morning-its-3.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114267230565038743</id><published>2006-03-18T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T21:39:00.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Edit 2&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DENYSE! (:&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;End Edit 2&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;
Watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0117509/" target="_blank"&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/a&gt; for like 45 minutes until I couldn't stand the Shakespearen language anymore.
It was like a boring Lit lesson with Pilo. -_-
Switched to &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0343135/" target="_blank"&gt;Along came Polly&lt;/a&gt;. Funny movie! Haha. I want to have a ferret too next time. (:
Currently watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0356618/" target="_blank"&gt;The Forgotten&lt;/a&gt; now on HBO. I remembered that I watched this with Karen and Jaslyn and Jaslyn got a shock at one scene and literally jumped and spilt popcorn all over her! Haha. Damn funny.
The good old times.
&lt;b&gt;End edit&lt;/b&gt;

I woke up at like 1pm plus. I was still sleepy like mad but Sherin dragged me to go eat at Siglap. o_O
Hmm. Then went to learn how to roller blade again. -_-
CANNOT LAH. Wth, so I left first because too tiring. Lol.

Anyway, I'm home and I'm starrrrrrving.
Heard that the babies (Jillian, Joanne and Jared [in that order]) are doing fine. But they're like super duper teeny weeny small!
Underweight, under 2kg. And my mother said that their foot is the length of your last tiny finger and the width of their calf is the width of your thumb. O_O
Haha. Hope they gain weight soon and not have any complications arising. Pray! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114267230565038743?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114267230565038743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114267230565038743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114267230565038743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114267230565038743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/edit-2-happy-birthday-denyse-end-edit.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114260772061745863</id><published>2006-03-17T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:15:57.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;Shopping&lt;/s&gt; Window-shoppping with Amanda and Kelsey today.
Rushed like mad okay! &lt;b&gt;First time&lt;/b&gt; that Kelsey took 45 minutes to prepare only.
Yeah. First time &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; took 45 minutes to prepare, because today was rather last minute.
Went to Amanda's house first cause Kelsey wanted to style her hair. But wasn't really successful. o_O

&lt;a href="http://img211.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img25354ks.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img211.imageshack.us/img211/1507/img25354ks.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Kelsey's short hair!

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ROFL!

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Kelsey demands me to thank her for taking these photos 'cause she took them without me knowing. Hmm. Okay. Thanks.

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Amanda's toe nails that Kelsey claims looks like cat eyes. -_-

Went to Marina Square first, I think. Walked around. I was very very fascinated by all the stripes clothes! LOL.
Stripes are everywhere! See, the new fashion, man. I kept pointing out to them all the people wearing striped clothes like 46843349 times and they were fcuking irritated. Lol.
So yeah, I bought a striped tee from &lt;u&gt;Zara&lt;/u&gt; $30. :
Then walked around, had a sudden craving for &lt;u&gt;Ben and Jerry's&lt;/u&gt; ice cream, so we walked all the way to Suntec City, and crossed one whole tower (Which is like how big lah) to satisfy our cravings. Muahaha.
Kelsey chose Chunky Monkey, which I thought you bought because you wanted the chunks of chocolate right?
But she left out all the chunks of chocolate because she hates chocolate. -_- Haha.
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Mine's the lovely cone. (:

Then went to different different clothings shops. &lt;u&gt;Topshop, Miss Selfridge, Zara, Mango...&lt;/u&gt;.
Oh then we were in &lt;u&gt;Mango&lt;/u&gt;, Kelsey and I had 2 super lame conversations. Haha. (:

Me: I don't like &lt;u&gt;Mango&lt;/u&gt;, no striped tshirts at all! (Because ALL the other boutiques we went had like how many striped designs lah!)
Kelsey: Why! I love Mango.
Me: I love papaya.

LOL! Then we saw this shirt design which read "I am lost", then I told Kelsey, if you wore this, I will find you. -_- Get it? LOL. Okay whatever, Mell.

Bought gummies from Mini Toons. I swear, they have all the &lt;i&gt;weird&lt;/i&gt; things.
Mini fried egg (which looks plain disgusting, although it really looked like a fried egg), Dracula's teeth and lips. Lol.
We bought the teeth and lips to take photos for. Had a hard time sticking the gummy lips on our lips. We were sitting in the toilet damn long trying to perfect the shots. Haha.
When we tried to put the teeth in our mouths, it couldn't turn out right. So we couldn't be bothered and just ate the damn dracula's teeth. o_O

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Our "tennis rackets"
Kelsey said to Amanda: Let's play tennis.
---___---

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LOL!

Hmm. Then bought Denyse's birthday present! (:
Secret! I shall post it tomorrow. Denyse! It may look cheap, but it's ex okay! Haha.
Anyway, bought my sister's birthday present too. $30 man!

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Nice mirror, right?

Oh, then Amanda and I bought new bags! :D
Oh my god. I spent like $45 on the bag lah! My bank account is like SUPER running low please.
So I let Kelsey consficate my ATM card! HAHAHAHAHA.

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Amanda's

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Mine! (:

My oh my. I bought &lt;b&gt;3 bags&lt;/b&gt; in 3 months. :
SOMEBODY, STOP ME! Kelsey is my saviour, thank god for her keeping my ATM card! Lol.
Cause after that, I saw many many things I wanted to buy, but got no money. )):

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The stupid sign. Amanda said it was put there especially for me. Yes, I'm honoured. Haha!

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Let's think. What does this look like? (;

&lt;b&gt;WARNING&lt;/b&gt;: Disgusting picture coming up.
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Kelsey took a picture of my injured knee cap. -_-

Random pictures coming up.

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Really. Like 5694598343 % worser. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114253262351524105?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114253262351524105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114253262351524105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114253262351524105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114253262351524105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-realise-that-when-i-stay-up-late-my.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114249644779235810</id><published>2006-03-16T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:10:18.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored. Can't find any motivation to study. I need to find back the motivation I had last year. ):
I'm going down.

&lt;u&gt;10 years ago&lt;/u&gt;
1. I had a crush on my kindergarten mate. (:
2. I played with barbies.
3. I was a good girl.

&lt;u&gt;5 years ago&lt;/u&gt;
1. I was growing too fast. Lol.
2. I got too stressed over streaming.
3. I was the blackest ever from swimming lessons.

&lt;u&gt;3 years ago&lt;/u&gt;
1. I studied &lt;s&gt;hard&lt;/s&gt; very hard for PSLE.
2. I had my bestest of best friends, Melody, Jessie and Ying.
3. I worried about which school I was going to end up in.

&lt;u&gt;1 year ago&lt;/u&gt;
1. I was depressed.
2. I hated my school.
3. I lost my friends.

&lt;u&gt;So far this year (from Jan 2006)&lt;/u&gt;
1. I haven't been studying.
2. I have been the brokest &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; in my entire life.
3. I became more rude. o_O

&lt;u&gt;Yesterday&lt;/u&gt;
1. Booooooooring History lessons.
2. I got pissed off at a stupid old auntie-waitress working at Tampines Pizza Hut.
3. I watched &lt;u&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/u&gt;, the gay cowboy movie. Haha.

&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;
1. I stayed at home.
2. I didn't study.
3. I can't find my Geography tests. ):

&lt;u&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/u&gt;
1. Going out?
2. No money to spend. ):
3. Another day closer to the end of holidays. ));&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114249644779235810?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114249644779235810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114249644779235810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114249644779235810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114249644779235810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114248025943118973</id><published>2006-03-16T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T14:24:43.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;
Kelsey called me and sounded damn shocked.
I wondered what had happened.
She called to tell me that &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;she had opened her first can drink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;!
Lol. This is a day to remember, folks.
&lt;u&gt;The-day-Kelsey-opened-her-first-can-drink&lt;/u&gt;.
Everybody, CLAP YOUR HANDS FOR KELSEY!
&lt;b&gt;End edit&lt;/b&gt;

I'm fucking pissed.
This is a fucking bad morning.
I lost &lt;b&gt;both&lt;/b&gt; my Geography tests, which were VERY BADLY DONE.
I need to do corrections for them, and so, I am like dead. Like, just dead meat.
I will be even more dead meat if some junior/senior finds my papers. I will lose my face forever.

&lt;i&gt;Then&lt;/i&gt;, my mother woke me up at some ungodly hour of 7am plus so that I can switch off my laptop because it was on. -_-
It was like charging lah! Doesn't matter if it's switched on or off what.
Then my father nagged about what, later I will burn down the fucking house.
Burn then burn lah.

Then after that, they didn't even wake me up to go to the hospital.
Like wtf. Do they even treat me as part of the family.
And that woman never even prepare breakfast for me. Wth.

It's no wonder I hate hate hate HATE staying in this house!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114248025943118973?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114248025943118973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114248025943118973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114248025943118973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114248025943118973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/edit-kelsey-called-me-and-sounded-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114241858474859150</id><published>2006-03-15T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T00:25:29.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;
I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0388795/" target="_blank"&gt;Brokeback Mountain&lt;/a&gt; just now. Rather boring.
The gay scenes are rather disturbing, to see 2 grown men erm, so intimate with each other.
Haha. Cindy, the NYP videos are the best lah! (;

&lt;s&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/s&gt; Later will be the time where &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; my sister-in-law will be giving birth to Jared, Jillian and Joanne.
Can't wait to see the triplets! Shall try to take some pictures, if I can.
&lt;b&gt;End edit&lt;/b&gt;

still sick like mad.
The stupid medicine makes me drowsy like hell so every day, when I reach home from tutorials, I sleep straight away. o_O
I haven't completed any homework. I haven't studied.
What a great holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114241858474859150?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114241858474859150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114241858474859150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114241858474859150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114241858474859150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/edit-i-watched-brokeback-mountain-just.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114224877599040710</id><published>2006-03-13T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:19:36.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forced myself up to go for Geography tutorial this morning.
Was rushing like maaaaad. I practically ran to Tanah Merah and ran to school from the bus-stop.
Tutorial was boring, might as well don't go at all.
Then went to Amanda's house with Charlene and Valerie.
Watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0405325/" target="_blank"&gt;Sky High&lt;/a&gt;. Cool movie, I'm in love with the 2 hotties. (;
Kelsey &lt;i&gt;da-paoed&lt;/i&gt; Yoshinoya for us.
AND GUESS WHAT.
&lt;b&gt;I FOUND A FREAKING BABY COCKROACH IN MY RICE&lt;/b&gt;.
I SERIOUSLY GOT A SHOCK OF MY LIFE!!
Luckily I was sick and ate like super slow, and I ate the other side of the box first, or I might have eaten the damn bug.
Eeeeeeewwwww.

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The most disgusting shit on Earth lah!
People, &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;DON'T EAT YOSHI!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Warn you already ah!
So Charlene helped me to call Yoshi up to complain, and they just said to bring the box down and they'd give me a new set.
Like wtf, I don't even want to eat Yoshi any more lah! Grrrrr.
Anyhoos, Denyse came by later. She refused to look at us in the eye because of her so-called ugly hair and pimples. o_O
So for the whole time, she was staring at the wall or some sort. HAHA.

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While we were leaving, the funniest thing happened!
Oh my god, I laughed till like what.
Amanda's doorknob came off. It's like literally &lt;i&gt;out&lt;/i&gt;. The pathetic door knob was just hanging by wires, and when she tried to lock it, the whole door knob came out altogether!
So she was just holding the door knob in her hand and like thinking "wtf?" Lol. It was damn damn damn freaking hilarious!!

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Can you ppl freaking tag?!
I get these number of visits a day and &lt;b&gt;nobody&lt;/b&gt; tags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114224877599040710?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114224877599040710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114224877599040710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114224877599040710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114224877599040710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/forced-myself-up-to-go-for-geography.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114218064127310121</id><published>2006-03-13T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:24:01.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like vomiting.
I want to dieeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114218064127310121?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114218064127310121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114218064127310121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114218064127310121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114218064127310121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-feel-like-vomiting.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114213133019946428</id><published>2006-03-12T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T11:34:30.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've never felt so sick in my life.
I think I'm dying.

And I hate it a lot when people tell me what to do.
My brother spent like half an hour telling me that I have to make my &lt;i&gt;life choices&lt;/i&gt; now.
Kept asking me what I want to do, and keep telling me to be a lawyer or doctor.
Whatever lah. Then he's practically forcing me to go to JC, which I die also don't want to go.
So now he's saying if I were to go poly, I must pick a course where a JC also has, so I can go on to get a degree.
I don't even think I can &lt;b&gt;pass&lt;/b&gt; my MYE, judging on the number of red marks I got on my Progress Card.
For goodness sake, I &lt;b&gt;failed&lt;/b&gt; English. Where am I going to GO.
Argh. He's pissing me off!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114213133019946428?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114213133019946428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114213133019946428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114213133019946428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114213133019946428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-never-felt-so-sick-in-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114208654157835897</id><published>2006-03-11T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:07:01.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD.
I JUST LAUGHED &lt;b&gt;SO MUCH&lt;/b&gt; TILL I CRIED.

We could be more than just amazing. says &lt;b&gt;(Kelsey)&lt;/b&gt;:
I THINK A FLY JUST WENT IN MY NOSE
Thunder in my heart again. says &lt;b&gt;(Mell)&lt;/b&gt;:
what happened!
We could be more than just amazing. says:
SOME THING LIKE FLEW SO FAST IN MY NOSTRIL
Thunder in my heart again. says:
as in the fly
Thunder in my heart again. says:
THEN
FISH AND CO says &lt;b&gt;(Denyse)&lt;/b&gt;:
OMG
We could be more than just amazing. says:
THEN I GOT A SHOCK
FISH AND CO says:
YOUR HOUSE IS DIRTY.
We could be more than just amazing. says:
AND I WAS TRYING TO BLOW IT OUT
Thunder in my heart again. winks:
Play "Laugh"
FISH AND CO says:
so gross.
Thunder in my heart again. winks:
Play "Laugh"
FISH AND CO says:
kels go bathe.
Thunder in my heart again. winks:
Play "Laugh"
FISH AND CO says:
you did too much sex.
We could be more than just amazing. says:
I WENT TO WASH MY NOSE ALREADY!
FISH AND CO says:
attracted all the sex flies
Thunder in my heart again. says:
OMG
Thunder in my heart again. says:
OMG
Thunder in my heart again. says:
!
Thunder in my heart again. says:
THEN!
FISH AND CO says:
the fly dead
FISH AND CO says:
*died

OH MY GOD.
THAT WAS THE FUNNIEST FUNNIEST FUNNIEST (X4856Q3497523729834) SHIT ON EARTH.
Mind the pun. LOL!

LOVES. Mell. says &lt;b&gt;(S.YingYing)&lt;/b&gt;:
u noe mell
LOVES. Mell. says:
im hoping u wld say my dp tt guy is cute
LOVES. Mell. says:
im still waiting
Thunder in my heart again. says &lt;b&gt;(Mell)&lt;/b&gt;:
you know syy
LOVES. Mell. says:
ive got patience
Thunder in my heart again. says:
i'm hoping you would say that i look pretty
Thunder in my heart again. says:
i'm still waiting
LOVES. Mell. says:
u say my guy cute first
Thunder in my heart again. says:
i have no patience
LOVES. Mell. says:
too bad
LOVES. Mell. says:
go die
Thunder in my heart again. says:
how keaiix worrx!!..~
LOVES. Mell. says:
die and ill say u look cute in ur funeral
LOVES. Mell. says:
LOVES. Mell. says:
how mei wor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114208654157835897?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114208654157835897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114208654157835897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114208654157835897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114208654157835897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114207115345928957</id><published>2006-03-11T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T21:01:04.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;
Thunder in my heart again. says &lt;b&gt;(Mell)&lt;/b&gt;:
I GOT SECRET ADMIRER.
miss POON** &lt;b&gt;(Cindy)&lt;/b&gt; says:
WHO !h
Thunder in my heart again. says:
I DUNNo!
Thunder in my heart again. says:
LOL.
Thunder in my heart again. says:
THAT'S WHY IT'S SECRET.
Thunder in my heart again. says:
DUMB ASS.
miss POON** says:
oh ya hor.haha

That was DARN funny!
&lt;b&gt;End edit&lt;/b&gt;

I've installed a tagboard. *points to the right
Trial period. Lol. Flood it.
Judging on the number of visits this blog gets per day, it'd better be tagged.
Or, I'd just go without tagboards or comments again.

New layout!
Too much History is getting into my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114207115345928957?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114207115345928957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114207115345928957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114207115345928957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114207115345928957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/edit-thunder-in-my-heart-again.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114206132258737764</id><published>2006-03-11T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T17:41:15.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah. This is pissing me off.
I wanted to update SO MANY things but stupid Blogspot locked my blog?!
Said what, my blog is a &lt;i&gt;spam blog&lt;/i&gt;. Like wth. -_-
So now I've forgetten everything that I wanted to blog about the past few days. ):
&lt;b&gt;And&lt;/b&gt;, I spent over 1 hour yesterday copying all my entries from this blog into Notepad because I thought about creating a new blog (which I already did, but never mind, since this is working).

Hmm. Let me try to recall things.
Kelsey got in house suspension and she enjoys it. So I think she wouldn't mind having a 2nd go since she always comes back from RTC with stories to tell. Lol.
Pe yesterday was rather fun! Like lower sec Pe like that.
We bargained with Miss Tan not to let us run since we had a heavy recess and all.
So we did physical, which involved human wheelbarrowing, piggybacking, etc.
And I carried Charlene until we both fell down. o_O
I scraped my knee and my ankle there! SO pain. ):

Anyway, went to Toa Payoh central early this morning to see doctor. Wow. Toa Payoh central's rather cool! I first time go there! LOL.
Bought my &lt;u&gt;Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/u&gt; vcd! :D
Anyway, the doctor costed &lt;b&gt;$300&lt;/b&gt;. Omg, my mother and I got a shock.
So I had to return my mother $150, not she won't have enough money.
Then following months, the doctor will cost $120, which I'd have to pay half or more myself.
So that leaves me with like, only $30-$40 per month. ):
I'm a poor kid.
Oh, and did i mention, when the doctor took my weight, I found out I lost 2 kg.
&lt;b&gt;TWO KG&lt;/b&gt;! TWO KG AFTER THE HEALTH CHECK UP. Wth.
That time I lost &lt;b&gt;3 kg&lt;/b&gt; after height and weight. I swear, this is like...

Anyway, here's the email Blogger sent me.

Hello,

Your blog has been reviewed, verified, and whitelisted so that it will no
longer appear as potential spam. If you sign out of Blogger and sign back
in again, you should be able to post as normal. Thanks for your patience,
and we apologize for any inconvenience this has caused.

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*rolls eyes. This is 4 days &lt;b&gt;after&lt;/b&gt; I reported.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114206132258737764?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114206132258737764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114206132258737764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114206132258737764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114206132258737764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114180578907992483</id><published>2006-03-08T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T15:31:35.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel as if my whole world has fallen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114180578907992483?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114180578907992483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114180578907992483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114180578907992483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114180578907992483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-feel-as-if-my-whole-world-has-fallen.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114172735029852673</id><published>2006-03-07T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T18:29:10.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got back progress card.
Oh. My. God.
&lt;b&gt;It is the worst worst worst results I have ever gotten in 3 years and 3 months in SAC.&lt;/b&gt;
I've got 4 very unexpected As? A2 for MT, Maths and A1 for Physics and Social Studies. *gasp
Among the all subjects, Physics and SS are the last two I expected to get A1. =X
And the rest of the subjects are all Cs and Fs. )):
I realised that all the subjects that I passed are the &lt;b&gt;only&lt;/b&gt; subjects in class I listen to.

I don't listen to Pilo, since I hate her, and I failed both Eng and Lit.
I hate Mr Lian, so I failed Chemistry.
I sleep during J.Chan's lessons and I failed History, miserably.

Lol. And the rest of the subjects which I listen to, I got As, except for Geography.
I hate Human Geog!! Anyway, this is absurd. I shall start listening in lessons now.
And I can't &lt;i&gt;wait&lt;/i&gt; for CCA to end; and for holidays to arrive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114172735029852673?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114172735029852673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114172735029852673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114172735029852673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114172735029852673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/got-back-progress-card.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114154167544854870</id><published>2006-03-05T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:54:35.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;
I didn't study at all! I only managed to read a few &lt;b&gt;lines&lt;/b&gt; of the thousands of History notes before I couldn't take it anymore and went to sleep.
Slept all the way till 6.30pm, when Keith called me and said he booked a facial for ME. Oh man. Hahahahahahahaaaa. My appt.'s on Tuesday, so we'd see how it goes. I love him! Lol.
Okay, anyway, then went for dinner at Siglap with many people.
Father, Mother, Jie, Kor, Sister-in-law, Maid, Jie's Mother-in-law and Father-in-law.
Ate alot again. -_- Haha.
Yup. My sister's father-in-law kept asking me to drink beer? Haha, so I drank.
Then he asked me to go find a boyfriend, and kept asking me to go church because guys who go church make better husbands. o_O
He drank alot and got high and started preaching. Haiyor.
&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0203009/" target="_blank"&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/a&gt; just finished. ):
If I watched, it would be the 984547872375354 time I've watched.

I want to marry a man like Ewan McGregor. Sexy accent! LOL.
&lt;b&gt;End edit&lt;/b&gt;

Got home at 9.30pm plus,

Don't you hate it when you wake up to such a HOT HOT HOT morning?
I hate it alot.
And I'm down with the flu again. There goes my idea of going out.

I shall go &lt;b&gt;try&lt;/b&gt; to study now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114154167544854870?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114154167544854870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114154167544854870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114154167544854870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114154167544854870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/edit-i-didnt-study-at-all-i-only.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114148953532601567</id><published>2006-03-04T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T00:38:10.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy birthday Charlene and Alex!&lt;/b&gt; (:
I doubt they'd read this, but it's okay. Haha.
Hmm. &lt;b&gt;Happy belated birthday to Veron and Sandra&lt;/b&gt; as well! Haha.

&lt;b&gt;*Click on pictures for larger resolution!&lt;/b&gt;

Today was fun! Lol.
Met up with Mcdonalds breakfast with Amanda, Kelsey, Zonia, Vanessa, Adele, Valerie (Leong) and Triana first.
Then went to Toys R Us and Popular before collecting our tins for flagday.
Adele, Zonia and I didn't do much at all! We collected for around 20 minutes before we stopped and went to Mcdonalds to slack again. Rather funny. Zonia and I were picking saints names for Adele for her confirmation name.
Then we chose all the saints' names starting with A so that Adele could be called Adele A__ Ang, a.k.a AAA battery! LOL. Okay not funny. o_O
Went to check movie timings (to watch a movie with the whole 4/5 was our original plan) but found out that all the movies' timings didn't suit us. ):
So Adele, Zonia and I went to slack at CS, sitting at a sofa for about 1 and half hours?!
&lt;a href="http://img311.imageshack.us/my.php?image=collage12zs.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img311.imageshack.us/img311/7836/collage12zs.th.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
And the 3 of us were damn squeezed on the teeny weeny sofa, so we all sorta sat on one another. Lol. After which we went to Haagen Daz to eat ice cream! ):
Made me broke.
&lt;a href="http://img311.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0122pr.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img311.imageshack.us/img311/876/snap0122pr.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Then I put the Clorets mint sweet into Adele's lemon water! HAHAHAHHAHAA.
I was laughing like mad because she didn't really notice it until she drank 3/4 her water finished, or rather she didn't bother I think? LOL. But it was still damn funny!
&lt;a href="http://img311.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0148wf.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img311.imageshack.us/img311/9171/snap0148wf.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Then I can't remember what we did? ERRRRR. Then I think we went to walk around and then went to try to collect more money, but didn't really collect much in the end. Haha.
Rather funny. Cause I didn't dare to approach a man for donations since they all look so &lt;i&gt;dao&lt;/i&gt;.
Then when finally I approached a man and he actually donated to me, I went smiling to Zonia and said, "My first man!". HAHAHA! Retarded.

Hmm. Then met up with Cindy and Denyse to go meet Karen for cycling!
Yeah. Cindy was slow in meeting Denyse and I! Denyse called her once but she still took her own sweet time.
Then I called Cindy and then she picked up her hp and said "Hello" on the phone and behind me? Lol. Rather amusing.

Okay anyway, went to ECP to cycle! Damn fun! LOL.
&lt;a href="http://img337.imageshack.us/my.php?image=collage29ua.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img337.imageshack.us/img337/4870/collage29ua.th.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Ate our early dinner at McCafe! Shared sandwich and OREO CHEESECAKE with Karen.
$8! And we were supposed to be saving money. Lol.
&lt;a href="http://img128.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0160nw.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img128.imageshack.us/img128/107/snap0160nw.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Then we took our time to walk to Parkway Parade and we went rather high there!
Especially at Isetan, where we found all the kids stuff to play with! Haha.
&lt;a href="http://img482.imageshack.us/my.php?image=lolplain3fq.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Image Hosting at &lt;a href=" src="http://img482.imageshack.us/img482/4463/lolplain3fq.th.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
CHILDISH SIAH! We look cool!

&lt;a href="http://img381.imageshack.us/my.php?image=collage35qa.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/1979/collage35qa.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Photos photos!

Now's the time for random stuff that I forgot to type in just now! LOL. Haha. So if the events don't link, don't mind ah! Haha.
Hahaa. Hmm. &lt;s&gt;I bumped into Karen&lt;/s&gt; Karen and I bumped into each other many many many times! LOL. Such that I wanted to keep 1 m distance apart from her. Hah.
Then Cindy and Denyse wanted to take picture of them wearing children's size bikini but the saleswoman was looking at them weirdly so Denyse waved bye bye to Cindy, who was still holding the teeny weeny bikini against her and ran far far away! LOL. Hilarious.
Denyse, Cindy and I got really really high while Denyse was describing to us the NYP video in the MRT train where I think everybody around us eavesdropped on us and Denyse even did so many big actions! Oh man. Loooooooool. Then Denyse was describing to Karen in the bus again and she said the word "Blowjob" sooo damn loudly when she was sitting beside a man! Haha.
I think the man was more embarrassed than us.
Karen was exceptionally nice today! Wow. She helped me carry my bag and bought me cookies! Haha.
Karen, you should be as nice as this everyday!

Check out Karen's &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=2958660"&gt;friendster&lt;/a&gt;!
Favorite Movies:the last samurai, &lt;b&gt;mell the aw.&lt;/b&gt;
Favorite TV Shows: &lt;b&gt;my lovely denyse.&lt;/b&gt; -_-

ROLL YOUR EYES, EVERYBODY. Applause!

Oh, my sister came back from Germany already! And she bought my &lt;a href="http://img464.imageshack.us/img464/5581/collage0sk.png"&gt;Birks&lt;/a&gt; for me! (:
The design's damn cute! Hah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114148953532601567?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114148953532601567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114148953532601567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114148953532601567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114148953532601567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-charlene-and-alex-i.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114138320770128100</id><published>2006-03-03T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:17:44.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;STOP&lt;/b&gt;. Calling. Me. Flat.

Seriously, I would rather be flat than FAT. HMRPH.




That said, I really want to make a point with that statement. I get really irritated when people say that.
Anyway, health check up today. I've decided to really really start dieting again. I can't control myself! Mahaha.
&lt;b&gt;But&lt;/b&gt;, starting from the March holidays, Amanda and I shall go exercise and all! (:
And I shall return to my liquid diet. ):

Oh btw, we have new pets in 4/5! 5 fishes in a small tank at the teacher's table! Haha.
And Adele drank the fish water. GROOOOOSSSSSS. o_O
After Maths tutorial was chaos. There was about 1 minute where Nisha, Kelsey, Denyse, Adele and I were ALL screaming at the top of our lungs.
Denyse and I were screaming at Adele while Adele was screaming at Denyse.
I have no idea what Nisha and Kelsey were screaming about. =X Haha.
And the funniest thing happened! Denyse was putting on some cologne or some spray or something and then she sprayed on herself, but it didn't come out.
And then she sprayed at her NOSE, and the spray came out!
LOL LOL LOL. The funniest siahh.

Me: Hey bitch
Cindy: Hey slut
Denyse: Hey ah hua
Cindy: Hey ah lian.
Delanie. Uhm. Okay. Hey Cindy?
Cindy: Lol. Hey Delanie1

Okay that was totally random. But it was funny at that time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114138320770128100?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114138320770128100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114138320770128100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114138320770128100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114138320770128100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/stop.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114121484809822944</id><published>2006-03-01T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:16:14.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man. I ate ALOT ALOT ALOT today, when health check-up is just on Friday! =X
Shit. And you know what! I gained ONE KG. I'm very sad and depressed now.
Don't talk to me about health check up anymore. Haha.

Today was a screwed up day, assembly lasted till 2.30pm and Kelsey, Adele and I were the only idiots who went up for Chinese tutorial at 2.30pm. =X
Oh then, before assembly was Geography, and for some reason, Valerie, Charlene and I were all damn STONED.
So we took a miggggghhhhhhhtttyyyyy looooooooooooooonnnng time to walk to classroom.
And then we took our on sweeeeeeeet time to stroll to the hall. Haha.
Then Miss Pilo made us walk back all the way to class and back to the hall in 2 minutes. Wth. Lol.
But obviously nobody rushed like what we always do with Miss Tan. Who can actually be bothered with Pilo.
And speaking of her, I'm really really really beginning to hate her guts. She's the most fucking lazy teacher I have EVER met.
I can't stand her!!!!!!!!

Anyway, I cycled for the first time in ages! Haha. But I don't think I lost any weight because I wasn't even &lt;i&gt;panting&lt;/i&gt;. ):
Ahh.

And I'm getting quite irritated by how people call/describe me.
I hate it when people call me Meooooooowww. Wtf. I'm not your freaking PET CAT.
So quit calling me Meoooooow. It's not as if I call you people like animals too.
I have a &lt;b&gt;name&lt;/b&gt;, so you better jolly well know how to call me by my proper name.
I can't stand it.
And stop calling me &lt;b&gt;flat&lt;/b&gt;. I know I'm flat already lah, so what. Stop insulting me.
Especially &lt;b&gt;ZONIA TAN&lt;/b&gt;! Watch out! Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114121484809822944?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114121484809822944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114121484809822944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114121484809822944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114121484809822944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-man_01.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114112690290231899</id><published>2006-02-28T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T19:41:42.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Would it be okay, if I took your breath away? says &lt;b&gt;(Me)&lt;/b&gt;:
i'm sizzling hot that i can set you on FIRE!
poofy poof poof. says &lt;b&gt;(Karen)&lt;/b&gt;:
OUCH!

Eh not bad not bad.
I can take Karen Tan's breath away &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; set her on fire.
Cool.
Are you happy, Karen Tan.
Happy eating your dinner. &lt;b&gt;HAPPY MEAL!&lt;/b&gt;
Haha. That was lame.
Okay whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114112690290231899?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114112690290231899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114112690290231899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114112690290231899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114112690290231899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/would-it-be-okay-if-i-took-your-breath.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114112500885267955</id><published>2006-02-28T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T19:10:08.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is fucking irritating me
I hate my mother.
What the fuck is she nagging about lah.
There's nothing in the house to eat, then she say i complain about that.
So i did, but i also never FORCE her to go buy for me to eat right!
What the fuck is her fucking problem, stupid fuck ass.
I'm damn fucking irritated lah.
Friendster isn't working.
&lt;s&gt;Blogspot isn't working.&lt;/s&gt;
I don't know what the fuck happened to all the internet servers, and my migraine is fucking KILLING me.

I hate the world.
I hate everybody.
Everybody just GO AWAY.

I don't want to keep up with the pretences anymore.
if I don't like you and give you my attitute, then you should just bloody well take the hint and screw off.
I didn't ask you to be my friend and I don't really need you as a friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114112500885267955?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114112500885267955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114112500885267955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114112500885267955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114112500885267955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-fucking-irritating-me-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114112067015838112</id><published>2006-02-28T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T18:02:46.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I planned to come home to study for Geography, THUS sacrificing my going-out today.
But I fell right asleep after bathing, and I have now developed a TERRIBLE migraine that's killing me.
Screw Geography.

&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; ain't working now! I'm pissed.
Keith Tan &lt;s&gt;has been&lt;/s&gt; is irritating me, worsening my piercing headache.
I've been eating and eating, it's killing me.

I don't care about Geography anymore, I shall just have to rely on what I have listened to in class, since I can barely &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; right now.
I shall work on a new layout!
And anyway, Population is easy. &lt;b&gt;Right?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114112067015838112?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114112067015838112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114112067015838112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114112067015838112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114112067015838112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-planned-to-come-home-to-study-for.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114104330840818773</id><published>2006-02-27T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T20:28:28.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was rather hyper today!
Hah.
There were alot of things that I wanted to blog about, but I can't really remember now?
Haiya.
Let me entertain y'all with pictures instead!

&lt;a href="http://img157.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0102ee.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/613/snap0102ee.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Charlene brought a gigantic (useless) mirror to school today for Drama.

&lt;a href="http://img157.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0094qv.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/6139/snap0094qv.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://img523.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0118re.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/9470/snap0118re.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Sahaha and Shahaha!

Mr Lian didn't turn up for Chemistry tutorial, so our tutorial finished at 3pm.
Then we started to powder the classroom floor to make it all powdery so that we can imagine that we were SNOW SKATING. -_-

&lt;a href="http://img142.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0125jy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/6104/snap0125jy.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The floor!
&lt;a href="http://img142.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0133xm.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/8538/snap0133xm.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
We used finished the whole powder bottle. =X
&lt;a href="http://img142.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0146sb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/4886/snap0146sb.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Deeeeeeeeeee (especially for Lynette!)
&lt;a href="http://img523.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0158zr.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img523.imageshack.us/img523/4628/snap0158zr.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Sahaha fell down!

&lt;a href="http://img163.imageshack.us/my.php?image=poonieandmellie5ln.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img163.imageshack.us/img163/8798/poonieandmellie5ln.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Poonie and Mell!

Haha. Cindy and I love taking pictures during Co time!
Anyway, Mr Boo and Ms Chua kept us back to give out some certificates, which like doesn't even concern us yet we had to stay back.
&lt;i&gt;Then&lt;/i&gt;, Ms Chua made us stay back to clean up the percussion area until 7pm! -_-
Urgh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114104330840818773?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114104330840818773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114104330840818773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114104330840818773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114104330840818773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-was-rather-hyper-today-hah.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114094885996940804</id><published>2006-02-26T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:23:20.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm starting to eat again! Ahhhhh. I need to control myself! ):
AHHHHH!!!!

I &lt;s&gt;recopied&lt;/s&gt; am in the midst of recopying my whole Geography notebook.
I realised that there's alot of parts that Miss Lim skipped. I think she's getting a bit lousy. I don't like her teaching methods &lt;b&gt;at all&lt;/b&gt;.
Last year was better.

I SWEAR.
KAREN TAN IS GETTING LAMER.
NO WAIT. EVERYBODY AROUND ME IS GETTING LAMER.
SOMEONE SLAP ZONIA.

sock hop! says &lt;b&gt;(Karen)&lt;/b&gt;:
i cant breathe.
Would it be okay, if I took your breath away? says &lt;b&gt;(Me)&lt;/b&gt;:
i took your breath away!
sock hop! says:
YA!
sock hop! says:
LOL
Would it be okay, if I took your breath away? says:
LOL!!!!!!!

*rolls eyes. LOL.

Zonia: if someone asks your for your name, you can go,
&lt;b&gt;Me? Lisa!&lt;/b&gt;. Oh my god. In case you were wondering, Me-lisa, sounds like Melissa.

SLAP ZONIA! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114094885996940804?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114094885996940804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114094885996940804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114094885996940804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114094885996940804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-starting-to-eat-again-ahhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114086455597555115</id><published>2006-02-25T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T18:58:51.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went shopping with mummy today!
&lt;a href="http://img130.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0008wu.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img130.imageshack.us/img130/6485/snap0008wu.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
She was shy. LOL.

Got my brows plucked, I slept throughout the whole thing, I was still dead tired.
I only had like.. 8 hours of sleep? Yeah. Then I slept in all the 4 or 5 buses we took too.
Went to Parkway Parade to hunt for my nice nice footwear. But can't find my perfect one! ):

Ate at Delifrance. Slowwwww service! And they ran out of chicken wings! Urgh.
But the waiter was rather cute, as in cute in a blur way? Lol. Okay.
Wow. Esprit was biiiiiig. I wanted to buy this super nice top with a design of a &lt;b&gt;crown&lt;/b&gt;. But wtf. Don't have my size! Ahhhh.
Settled for this pretty looking $27 pouch! Omg, it's Love.
&lt;a href="http://img122.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0127xv.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img122.imageshack.us/img122/7500/snap0127xv.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I found the words &lt;i&gt;Restaurant/Bar&lt;/i&gt; a bit weird.
But it was really nice! It had all the buttons and all sewn on it. Kelsey, your type of shirt! LOL.
&lt;a href="http://img50.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0032tw.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/5122/snap0032tw.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Topshop next! Oh my goddddd. I want to buy like &lt;i&gt;every single thing&lt;/i&gt; in the shop!!
I realised all the shirts that I reeeeeaallly like costs $43. What a weird pricing. Didn't have any more money to buy. )):
Bought this $36 top instead.

&lt;a href="http://img96.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0139so.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/9229/snap0139so.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
In the fitting room.
&lt;a href="http://img114.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0085jv.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img114.imageshack.us/img114/199/snap0085jv.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Yeah, I know I'm vain.

My mother &lt;s&gt;talked&lt;/s&gt; forced me out of buying this $26 gold necklace! )):
I was so reluctant, because I had been searching for that kind of necklace for &lt;i&gt;ages&lt;/i&gt;.
Oh man. I will go back to Topshop again &lt;s&gt;one day&lt;/s&gt; very soon with my daddy to buy the whole store. Lol.
Oh speaking of this, I realised that my eldest uncle is suck a fuck.
He already sold the bungalow for like 4.1 million and he didn't divide it among the 9 siblings?!
&lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt; my grandfather and grandmother's inheritance &lt;b&gt;still&lt;/b&gt; isn't given out. Wtf.
I think if he had divided the money from the bungalow and all the inheritance, my father would be a millionaire already.
I think he swallowed the money. ):

Oh then, my mother and I sat behind this woman and her son in the bus. Omg, the mother was so so mean to her son!
You listen to how she spoke to her son, and you could really cry already. I bet Nisha would have bawled her eyes out.
Snippets of their conversation mostly went like this, (translated from Mandrin to English)
Mother to son: "You Pri 4 already, still so STUPID. I can't stand seeing your idiotic face. I hope you go to jail soon, what you gonna be when you grow up? Gangster? Thief? Robber? Why you so stupid. I see your face already can VOMIT."
Of course she didn't say all these in one sentence lah, I just pieced them up.
Then she slapped the son BLOODY loud just because he fidgeted in his seat. I bet the whole upper deck of the bus could hear it.
And the son was still so sweet! He went to the mother and whispered some stuff to her and kissed her cheek, and the mother had the audacity to snap at him, "Your mouth so dirty, still kiss me for what? You know your mouth very dirty? You got ulcer already still kiss me? You want to die is it? Got ulcer already still drink so much water, stop drinking lah!"
I thought if you had an ulcer, you had to drink water? Oh man, she's an evil mother!
I &lt;s&gt;almost&lt;/s&gt; teared behind my shades.
People around them heard her but nobody dared to stand up for the son, like me loh.
Like, what could we do? She didn't really abuse the son, so we couldn't like report her. Oh man. If I were her child, I would have run away from home already, still kiss her for what man.

And do you know. I really really really &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; hate it when people back out the last minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114086455597555115?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114086455597555115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114086455597555115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114086455597555115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114086455597555115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/went-shopping-with-mummy-today-she-was.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114083787217184951</id><published>2006-02-25T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T11:24:32.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One word, that's all was said,
Something in your voice called me, turned my head.
&lt;i&gt;Your smile captured me, you were in my future as far as I could see. &lt;/i&gt;
And I dont know how it happened, but it happens still.
You ask me if I love you, if I always will.

Well, you had me from "Hello",
&lt;i&gt;I felt love start to grow the moment I looked into your eyes,
You won me, it was over from the start.
You completely stole my heart, and now you won't let go.
I never even had a chance you know?&lt;/i&gt;
You had me from "Hello".

&lt;i&gt;Inside I built a wall so high around my heart, I thought I'd never fall.
One touch, you brought it down.
Bricks of my defenses scattered on the ground.
And I swore to me that I wasn't going to love again.
The last time was the last time I'd let someone in.&lt;/i&gt;

&lt;b&gt;I love the lyrics.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114083787217184951?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114083787217184951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114083787217184951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114083787217184951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114083787217184951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-word-thats-all-was-said-something.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114080105946820564</id><published>2006-02-25T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T02:01:17.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was Concert Day!
Rushed to Amanda's house after Maths tutorial to make ourselves pretty! Lol.
Amanda spent a super duper long time deciding her clothes.
I told her a thousand and one times to ditch the green Adidas jacket but she &lt;b&gt;refused&lt;/b&gt; to listen to me, the great fashion advisor. Lol.
So the end result: she got laughed at. Haha! (:

Amanda and I were late, so we rushed.
Met up with Root 81, Lynette, Zora and Ethel and we alighted at Raffles.
But we realised that we kind of dropped off the wrong stop or something??
I have no idea man. But I know that all of us were panicking, because it was like 6.40 pm and the concert starts at 7pm, and we were &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; at the MRT station wondering how to get there.
So yes, we asked for directions and &lt;b&gt;ran&lt;/b&gt; there. In &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;HEELS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Lol.
It was fun!
Imagine 13 girls in rather formal wear running from Raffles station all the way to Victoria Concert Hall!
And some of us were in &lt;i&gt;heels&lt;/i&gt;, like me. -_-

The concert was rather alright, guitar was pretty boring.
PB and CB was cool. Angklung wasn't too bad either.
The encore shouting was so fake. It was &lt;u&gt;planned&lt;/u&gt; already loh, then the CB conductor still act until like what. Okay whatever.
Haha.

Hmm. My studies have been slacking GREATLY.
I've been failing my English. Can you believe it? I am actually failing &lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;. I think I'm the dumbest ass in the world to be failing that.
I have seriously &lt;b&gt;no idea&lt;/b&gt; what Mr Lian is talking about during Chemistry AT ALL since I spent all the Chemistry lessons talking to Gloria.
I need to stop talking to Gloria Sharp! Lol.

Really. I will need to start bucking up.
I had a &lt;s&gt;dream&lt;/s&gt; nightmare that Kelsey and I got 18 pts for L1R5 and only 16 for L1R4.
Dots.

&lt;a href="http://img509.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0200mz.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/3928/snap0200mz.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
My outfit?

&lt;a href="http://img67.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0251kl.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img67.imageshack.us/img67/9635/snap0251kl.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://img509.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0265vr.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/3188/snap0265vr.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://img509.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0286ol.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/789/snap0286ol.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I was very very very bored. ):

&lt;a href="http://img509.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0047sd.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/2557/snap0047sd.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
12 of us: Ethel, Lynette, Zora, Amanda Lee, Amanda Lim, Kelsey, Nisha, Denyse, Alexcia, Priya, Leanne and I

&lt;a href="http://img509.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0051qz.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img509.imageshack.us/img509/3434/snap0051qz.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Kelsey and I

&lt;a href="http://img508.imageshack.us/my.php?image=img23192mr.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img508.imageshack.us/img508/3263/img23192mr.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
All of us.

&lt;a href="http://img158.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0066kt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img158.imageshack.us/img158/6683/snap0066kt.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://img158.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0073ky.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img158.imageshack.us/img158/3582/snap0073ky.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Dee was the hot dish of the day; Lynette's favourite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114080105946820564?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114080105946820564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114080105946820564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114080105946820564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114080105946820564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-was-concert-day-rushed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114069925118990651</id><published>2006-02-23T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:01:12.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm in a freaking bad mood today.

I hate it when people &lt;i&gt;pang seh&lt;/i&gt; me.
I hate it when people take me for granted.
I hate it when people make me wait. I hate I hate I hate.
I hate it when people copy me/others.
I hate it when I have no food to eat at home. I hate I hate I hate.

I don't like Amanda.

What the fuck. I'm in a super bad mood now.

&lt;i&gt;I hate you. Like you cannot meh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114069925118990651?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114069925118990651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114069925118990651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114069925118990651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114069925118990651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-in-freaking-bad-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114052752261235620</id><published>2006-02-21T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:05:00.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing much to blog about.
Funny things happened though.

&lt;u&gt;Funny Conversation No.1&lt;/u&gt;
Valerie and I were talking about points in a summary.
Valerie: I don't see the points of doing the points.
Me: What's your point?
Valerie: I have no point.

HAHAHA! -_-

&lt;u&gt;Funny Conversation No.2&lt;/u&gt;
What I want most of you, is to get close to you. said &lt;b&gt;(Me)&lt;/b&gt;:
oh. i'd be your love.
wont you be my love. says &lt;b&gt;(Karen)&lt;/b&gt;:
oh reallly? ok.
wont you be my love. says:
im so happy now.

=X LOL.

&lt;u&gt;Funny Conversation No.3&lt;/u&gt;
What I want most of you, is to get close to you. says &lt;b&gt;(Me)&lt;/b&gt;:
g.phoria says &lt;b&gt;(Brother)&lt;/b&gt;:
jared, jillian and joanne

*Names for his triplets.

And just when I think I know, there she goes. says &lt;b&gt;(Kelsey)&lt;/b&gt;:
NAME JACK, JILL, JILLIAN

Kelsey thinks she's so funny.

&lt;u&gt;Funny Conversation No.4&lt;/u&gt;
Kelsey and I are certified ah lians. DuUn MeSsH wIIf uSsH orr We baShhx eUu Upx wOORx!!~ T.T

What I want most of you, is to get close to you. says &lt;b&gt;(Me)&lt;/b&gt;:
piianngggzzzx.
And just when I think I know, there she goes. says &lt;b&gt;(Kelsey)&lt;/b&gt;:
wHyY eUu pIaNgZzZzZ feRr wAd wOrZxZx.........
What I want most of you, is to get close to you. says:
ii lykkzx to piiannggzzx wadd... ke yiix mahhx? &gt;.&lt;
And just when I think I know, there she goes. says:
wAhHhZz....sO kAwAii nEhZx..! i LiKeEe wOrZzXx.....!

wee areex 1314 jiieemeiixx worrx! *puts twist at chin

&lt;u&gt;Funny Conversation No.5&lt;/u&gt;
What I want most of you, is to get close to you. said &lt;b&gt;(Me)&lt;/b&gt;:
ta.
wont you be my love. says &lt;b&gt;(Karen)&lt;/b&gt;:
tata
What I want most of you, is to get close to you. says:
tatata
wont you be my love. says:
tatatata
wont you be my love. says:
lol ok. enough. TALK TO YA LATER
wont you be my love. says:
BYE LOVELY!
What I want most of you, is to get close to you. says:
ooh (L)

Haha.

&lt;u&gt;Funny Conversation No.6&lt;/u&gt;
And just when I think I know, there she goes. says &lt;b&gt;(Kelsey)&lt;/b&gt;:
ONLY ONLY ONLY I STRESS ON THE WORD ONLY STUDY ABT EDU IN SPOREA DN SWITZ RIGHT?
What I want most of you, is to get close to you. says &lt;b&gt;(Me)&lt;/b&gt;:
yes yes yes. i stress on the word yes.

I stress on the fact that SS is insanely mundane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114052752261235620?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114052752261235620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114052752261235620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114052752261235620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114052752261235620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/nothing-much-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114043632603417077</id><published>2006-02-20T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:52:06.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese MYE today! Oh man, rather difficult, the passages were all so looong!
I thought the passage already ended, until I flipped to the next page, and found MORE. -_-
I read until I got headache! Hmm. Yeah. The questions were rather difficult too, my 4 marks answer only had 2 lines. =X
Then had SS lesson with Justina Chan, followed by Chemistry tutorial.

Co next. Slackful sectional practice again. Pictures pictures!

&lt;a href="http://img134.imageshack.us/my.php?image=20020618033rg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/1097/20020618033rg.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The Percussion &lt;s&gt;juniors&lt;/s&gt; seniors with Hj's extra twist.

&lt;a href="http://img91.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0052zq.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/7681/snap0052zq.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Who took this?

&lt;a href="http://img91.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0072qx.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/2897/snap0072qx.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
It got boring.

&lt;a href="http://img91.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0086cq.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/2910/snap0086cq.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://img91.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0094aj.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/5339/snap0094aj.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://img91.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0106wx.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/3105/snap0106wx.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://img91.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0046gl.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img91.imageshack.us/img91/342/snap0046gl.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

The following are &lt;b&gt;few&lt;/b&gt; of the &lt;i&gt;thousands&lt;/i&gt; of pictures the vainpots took with my handphone until low batt.

&lt;a href="http://img118.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0028sl.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/9446/snap0028sl.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://img118.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0036kg.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/1707/snap0036kg.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://img118.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0068um.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118//snap0068um.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

I'm dead sleepy now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114043632603417077?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114043632603417077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114043632603417077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114043632603417077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114043632603417077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/chinese-mye-today-oh-man-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114035658310249289</id><published>2006-02-19T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:43:03.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man. I think &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0264464/" target="_blank"&gt;Catch me if you can&lt;/a&gt; is a fucking good movie!
Haha, it's based on a true story too! And Leo.DiCaprio is DAZZLING!!
I've loved him since &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120338/" target="_blank"&gt;Titanic&lt;/a&gt;! LOL. &lt;3
I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0363282/" target="_blank"&gt;New York Minute&lt;/a&gt; before &lt;u&gt;Catch me if you can&lt;/u&gt; though so I missed the beginning of it. ): Bad choice. &lt;u&gt;New York Minute&lt;/u&gt;'s such a stupid movie, Mary-Kate and Ashley can't act for nuts. =X And the storyline's just dumb lah.
Hmm. I want to watch &lt;u&gt;Catch me if you can&lt;/u&gt; again! Haha.

Chinese MYE exam tomorrow but nobody seems to be studying. Or rather, there's nothing much to study at all.
I still prefer the old format though, where you memorise everything from the handbook and all that. I suck at the new format. ):
My Chinese standard is like super low now. I hate it. I want the old format back!

I ate and ate. And ate. And ate. And ate alot today. I must prepare myself for my diet till the health check up! Haha!
Yah man. With the morning runs and PE &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; the dieting, I'm sure I can lose more weight!
Lol.

I really hope &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/asia-pacific/4728876.stm" target="_blank"&gt;the Philippines&lt;/a&gt; is okay. Disaster. I think landslides and earthquakes are the worst disasters.
Can you imagine being &lt;b&gt;buried alive&lt;/b&gt;? Horror.

Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114035658310249289?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114035658310249289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114035658310249289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114035658310249289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114035658310249289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114032399436633616</id><published>2006-02-19T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T12:42:15.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a (very) late Valentine's Day dinner with Sherrrrrin yesterday at ECP.
Windy evening! I hate it, messed up my hair only. Lol.
Yep. Then the guys came and they UNSUCCESSFULLY taught me how to roller blade.
I swear I can't balance on wheels. Haha. So I gave up.

Watching the new 6th season of &lt;u&gt;CSI&lt;/u&gt; now! Oh man, it rocks.
They're playing My Humps in the show. =X All the other CSI ripoffs are no good! What CSI: New York and CSI: Miami. All not nice! Haha okay whatever.
Was deciding between watching &lt;u&gt;CSI&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;Charmed&lt;/u&gt; but &lt;u&gt;Charmed&lt;/u&gt; is getting &lt;s&gt;rather&lt;/s&gt; very boring and draggy now.
And later got &lt;u&gt;Catch me if you can&lt;/u&gt; on Ch 5, &lt;u&gt;New York Minute&lt;/u&gt; on HBO (or Star Movies, can't remember) and some Einstein show on CNA all around the same time.
Deciding which to watch. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114032399436633616?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114032399436633616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114032399436633616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114032399436633616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114032399436633616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/had-very-late-valentines-day-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114025066742030388</id><published>2006-02-18T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T16:17:47.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling x989886452228745873 fattttttttttttttttttt, because I am.
Okay, whatever.
I'm going to diet now. Help me okay!

And &lt;s&gt;I gave up studying Chinese and SS&lt;/s&gt; I didn't even bother to study Chinese and SS.
What's the point.

Oh, and I'm freaking irritated.
My mother went to call my brother to ask him to come home for dinner.
Keep asking.
Wtf. She got nothing better to do is it.
I don't want to see his fucking face loh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114025066742030388?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114025066742030388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114025066742030388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114025066742030388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114025066742030388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-feeling-x989886452228745873.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-114016759759625583</id><published>2006-02-17T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T18:12:40.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;
Okay. I just received information that there was a stripper outside our school.
And alot of people saw him. As in really &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SAW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; him. =X
&lt;b&gt;End edit&lt;/b&gt;

This will be a looooong blog!
&lt;b&gt;*All images can be clicked to be enlarged!&lt;/b&gt;

Firstly, I chanced upon this.
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You know, it's those kind of tiny bolsters and pillows you slept with when you were a baby?
They bought it already! Haha. I don't know what's the point of me mentioning this, but I just thought it was rather amusing. =X

Today was uninteresting. Had E Maths tutorial. Time passes unusually fast during tutorial time, I don't know why. But true right!
Anyway, Amanda went around taking pictures of Mr Tan's butt. =X

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Now, let me tell you of my experience. I walked out of school after tutorial with Vanessa and Denyse. Then Valerie called me and said, "Mell, where's your wallet?".
Piang. This is my &lt;b&gt;4th time&lt;/b&gt;! So I had to go all the way back to class to take it.
Seriously. It's either something to do with the breaking-the-mirror-into-7-pieces bad luck thing or the breaking-things-during-CNY- bad luck thing &lt;u&gt;or&lt;/u&gt;, I'm simply getting too absent-minded. But how can. I've never ever been &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; forgetful before!
Four things have happened since then.
I &lt;s&gt;lost&lt;/s&gt; misplaced my,
1. Handphone (Nicolette found it)
2. EZ link card (I found it in my bag hours after I spent $30 making a new one)
3. Calculator (In a bag which I didn't even use for school)
4. Wallet (I don't know how I left it on Zonia's table and nobody told me)

Okay, anyway, back to yesterday. Yesterday was &lt;s&gt;rather&lt;/s&gt; very exciting!
Morning runs for Sec 1s, 3s, 4s and 5s. Zonia and I were probably the only ones who ran all the way and didn't walk. But somehow, she perspired like MAD and I didn't even have a single drop of perspire. ):
So we were DAMN happy when we learnt that Pilo and Justina Chan were absent. That's &lt;b&gt;SEVEN PERIODS FREE&lt;/b&gt;!!!!!!!!!!
4 periods of Pilo and 3 periods of J.Chan FREE. Oh my god. We &lt;i&gt;thought&lt;/i&gt; our day would be damn slack.
So basically we thought we were only going to see one teacher for Maths. But in the end, we saw 5 teachers, who were &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; not in our timetable that day. =X

But Adeline Lim came in during the first 2 periods. We hated it, but then we soon realised that she's a bloody good teacher! She's really the best teacher I've ever met.
We just told her the page number for SS, and she straight away taught us even though she wasn't our teacher and she could really memorise &lt;u&gt;every single fact&lt;/u&gt; without looking at the textbook, even which chapters/pages the information were. Oh my my.
I want her to teach us for Geography, SS and History!

Then the male Chinese teacher came in to give us homework (ESSAY QNS!) for History and SS. Boring.
After that, Mrs Boo came in to return us our Physics standard test paper.
I got 12/15. Oh, then when I gave my mummy to sign and my father asked how much I got, and my mummy replied him, he was like "12 &lt;b&gt;ONLY&lt;/b&gt;?!".

Chemistry was next. Mr Lian gave back Chemistry papers. I failed by half a mark! Sucks.
7/15. But it's okay, it's &lt;i&gt;Chemistry&lt;/i&gt; after all.
Oh then today had Chemistry also. Mr Lian is irritating, he keeps doing the "Ok?" sign to me, like he thinks I'm the stupidest in class or something.
So I was giving him my black face lah, then he came and asked me "Are you okay? You look distraught."
I gave him that look and said back, "Because I see your face what.".
LOL. Then he just walked away. Ass. What's the meaning of distraught anyway. Do I even look distraught?!

Then Mr Tan came and he &lt;b&gt;finally&lt;/b&gt; returned our Maths class test. I'm damn sad!
I got so low; 12/18. I kind of expected higher since everybody got quite high, but then I realised that I drew all my angles wrongly! LOL.
So it's rather a miracle that I actually &lt;i&gt;passed&lt;/i&gt; when I drew my angles totally opposite.
And anyway, Mr Tan said I kept my standard from last year, so I guess it's okay then.
But come to think of it, my standard last year was low. =X Huh. Okay whatever.

CO after school. I swear, it's the first CO lesson which I actually had pure fun with them.
We took many many many photos!

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CINDY AND ME STRIKING THE 1-10 AH LIANXX POSES! LOL LOL LOL.

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The self-acclaimed wives of Joshua!

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We are the juniors!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-114016759759625583?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/114016759759625583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=114016759759625583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114016759759625583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/114016759759625583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/edit-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113999530408347593</id><published>2006-02-15T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T17:26:43.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm freaking pissed. I typed a whole entry and it didn't load into Blogspot!

Anyways, I was saying, I thought I totally nailed my Phy/Chem papers today.
Not that I &lt;b&gt;knew all the answers&lt;/b&gt; but it was actually the first time I completed it. =X Do you like get what I mean? Okay nevermind.
I didn't even convert my km into m in one of the Phy questions. Stupid stupid stupid! I think 1 or 2 marks is gone just like that.
And I think I drew my graph wrongly for frequency/pitch. =X
I think I'm going to fail. Again. ):

Got back Chinese standard test. Not as well as I thought it would be. 14/20.
I seriously need to get an A for my Chinese, since my other subjects, especially Maths and Science SUCK like hell.
And my &lt;s&gt;class&lt;/s&gt; band is the only band which hasn't received back our Maths Loci &amp;amp; Construction class test!

I realised that I haven't been watching TV &lt;i&gt;at all&lt;/i&gt; since school started, &lt;b&gt;except&lt;/b&gt; on Sundays where I watch the reruns of &lt;u&gt;Charmed&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;The OC&lt;/u&gt;. Oh my god. I'm pathetic.
My life revolves around two rerun shows. ):

New &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=16604667" target="_blank"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; pictures up! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113999530408347593?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113999530408347593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113999530408347593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113999530408347593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113999530408347593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-freaking-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113992253738062757</id><published>2006-02-14T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T21:08:57.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/b&gt;
Special thanks to all those who gave me presents! &lt;3

Anyway, I broke my first present of the day, a glass cup. ):
I'm damn sad lah! And I'm like so clumsy and have been very very down on my luck lately, yet people still give me all the glassy things.
Syy and Natalie even gave me a bottle of sparkling juice! Haha. (:

Justina Chan went &lt;i&gt;berserk&lt;/i&gt; during SS today, I tell you.
Because some girl was making the loooooooooong announcement on the PA system about Valentine's Day and Justina Chan just kept shouting "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"
Lol? It was rather frightening and amusing. Then she started rambling on about that V Day is so commercialised and that we are celebrating a Christian event. Huh. =X
And then when we were in the library later for Geog (Janice Lim was absent), and Justina Chan took over, she kept going over to the Jap girls to talk about History and WWII and all. *smacks head

Valerie Yu is FREAKING lame.
The conversation went something like this, during recess.
Veron: Stop poking the fishballs so hard, you're killing them.
Valerie: I'm not killing them. They're already dead.
Me: They weren't even alive in the first place.
Valerie: They were! They were fishes.
Silence.
Then Valerie continued: Oh! I'm eating myself!

Oh. My. God. Lol. 4-5ivers should know what I'm talking about.
Valerie is well-known for looking like a fish. HAHAHAHAHAHA! :D

Anyway, rushed to TM after assembly with Nisha, Kelsey, Zonia and Amanda to catch &lt;u&gt;I Not Stupid Too&lt;/u&gt; again. We hailed like 10 cabs and like 50 cabs went past us before we finally flagged down one.
And there was this sickening taxi driver! Because we split up while flagging cabs, Amanda and Nisha went opposite school to flag while the rest of us stayed outside school to flag.
They managed to flag down one and they specifically asked the driver if 5 people was alright, he said yeah.
So he u-turned all the way to fetch the rest of us from outside school.
And when he opened the boot so that we could put our bags inside, and when &lt;b&gt;everybody was already seated in the car&lt;/b&gt;, he suddenly said, "Eh 5 people cannot. Get out."
Wa lao, we all wa lao him. What a fuckass lah.
So, we &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; managed to get a cab, and bought our food and everything just in time for the movie.
We were sitting in the very first row by the way, I hate it!
Nisha was crying like mad throughout the whole movie!
Hmm. Then took prints. Went home.That's it.

Oh man. I still have Physics and Chemistry to study for tomorrow's standard test.
I just feel like sleeping now!

Gloria and I always greet each other like that.
Me: Yo, Sharp. (Gloria's surname is Sharp, if you like didn't know that.)
Gloria: Yo, Aw.
AHAHHAHA. Do you get the irony?
If you don't, then you're lousy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113992253738062757?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113992253738062757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113992253738062757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113992253738062757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113992253738062757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day-special-thanks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113982756846021813</id><published>2006-02-13T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T18:46:13.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Half-day today, school ended at 10.15am because of the good results of the seniors.
Waited &lt;u&gt;forever&lt;/u&gt; for Kelsey to finish her homework then we ran out of school because Nisha and Kelsey pon CCA.
I'm not even sure if I'm allowed to say that. LOL.

Ate at PastaMania. Went to buy wrapping paper.
I was at the MRT platform when this ah ma came up to me and talked to me in a dialect which I didn't understand.
I &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; it was Hokkien, but I understand Hokkien a bit what, but I really didn't understand what she was talking at all because she kept saying she wanted to go to don't-kn0w-where.
So I looked cluelessly up at her and looked to my left at this woman. Then the woman also don't know what she was talking about.
So ANOTHER woman came up to the ah ma and helped her.
Oh, and you know! The ah ma very scary! Her sweat is like &lt;b&gt;bluish-green&lt;/b&gt; in colour and her mucus was &lt;b&gt;bluish-green&lt;/b&gt; too?!
Ooh, disgusting.

I spent a loooooong time doing the Valentine's Day gifts.
Wrapped. Baked. Pasted.
Not enough wrapping paper, so I kept some of my brownies. Haha!
Oh, my brother chose Jared as his son's name. I think it's alright.
Except that when in primary school, his classmates would probably call him PARROT PARROT. =X
That was random. And they chose a girl's name which I don't really like. Jolene. Yeeeeee.

I almost &lt;b&gt;died&lt;/b&gt; while doing SS notes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113982756846021813?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113982756846021813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113982756846021813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113982756846021813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113982756846021813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/half-day-today-school-ended-at-10.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113975757132839800</id><published>2006-02-12T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:22:05.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the SMS thing was a misunderstanding. Long story.
Went to Plaza Singapura with Nisha and Kelsey.
Saw Kim and Amanda there.
Took many many photos. I've got a splitting headache now. Let the photos do the talking.
But I do have to say that we spent like more than 2 hours in Chomel and 3 of us bought a necklace each! (:
All pictures can be clicked to be enlarged HOR.

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In case you didn't know, Nisha was using her middle finger.

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Kelsey's CHEAP-SKATE looking pumps which actually cost $50. Do you believe her?

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Kelsey the CHEAP-SKATE always uses the same Chomel paper bag. Haha.

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We loved the Marks and Spencer $39 necklace!

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Blue, purple, pink bracelets from Chomel.

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Kelsey slashes her wrist!

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We three squeezed into one dressing room to take these.

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Kelsey was feeling bored

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We wanted to take picture of the cute balloon

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Our beautifully crossed legs?

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Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113975757132839800?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113975757132839800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113975757132839800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113975757132839800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113975757132839800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-sms-thing-was-misunderstanding.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113972752821819710</id><published>2006-02-12T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:05:17.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As expected, I found my calculator already in my New Urban Male bag. I have no idea how it got there in the first place. =X
Anyway, I'm fucking pissed with my super annoying and irritating brother.
He disabled my wireless internet connection from my laptop, so it means that if I want internet in my laptop, I'd have to connect it to the modem in the computer room, which means that I'd have to use my laptop in the computer room.
Which serves no point since I might as well use my computer if that's the case.
I mean, the point of having a laptop is so that you can use it &lt;i&gt;anywhere&lt;/i&gt; right. Like wtf lah.
I complained to my mother and she asked me to ask my brother.
Like please lah, as if he will listen. He will end up barking all night.
This is so freaking unfair since the laptop &lt;b&gt;isn't&lt;/b&gt; his, and &lt;b&gt;I'm&lt;/b&gt; paying for the internet connection.
He doesn't even live here anymore.
SO I DON'T GET WHY HE HAS TO BE SUCH A FUCKASS.

I'm waiting for Kelsey to call me to leave my house, which she hasn't yet. Wtf.
And we were supposed to meet at &lt;b&gt;3pm&lt;/b&gt; at Tanah Merah. What time is it now?
3 pm. *rolls eyes.
If I didn't ask Kelsey to tell me to get out of the house when she's on her way, I'd bet I'd be at Tanah Merah already waiting for them forever like an idiot.
This is seriously pissing me off.
And the blister I got on my index finger while using the HOT glue gun last night for the stupid V day gifts doesn't help with my mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113972752821819710?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113972752821819710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113972752821819710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113972752821819710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113972752821819710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/as-expected-i-found-my-calculator.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113966300662456510</id><published>2006-02-11T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T21:18:03.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mother woke me up at 11am plus to go to Pasir Ris to make my new EZ link card. &lt;s&gt;$30&lt;/s&gt; $29 man! $19 to make a new card and topped up $10.
Many many army guys there! Then went to TM to shop for a while.
Bought a &lt;s&gt;$90&lt;/s&gt; $89.90 skirt from Esprit! I finally bought that skirt which I've been eyeing for so long.
It fits me &lt;i&gt;just nice&lt;/i&gt; so I better not put on any more weight. ):

Uh. Then went to NTUC to buy some groceries. While walking past, I saw a very cute guy working at BreadTalk!
Oh my god. He was so cute, and I think I saw him on TV before or something.
Ahaha. Parted with my mother at Tanah Merah and waited for Lynette.
Then this so ever pretty ABC girl came to ask me to how to go to the city.
And I told her which train lah, then she was like "Wasn't it the one which just left?" Then I was like, "Yeah". Then she was like "Damn.". Hahah. I think she was so pretty! And her accent is nice.

Lynette came. Went to Bugis Street.
Went back to Parco to meet Ethel.
Funny! Lynette was calling Ethel and shouted "Where are you lah!" into the phone then Ethel shouted back behind us and spreaded her arms wide "I'M HERE LAH!".
Oh my god. That was funny! Lol. Oh, then we saw Kelsey and Audrey.
Shoppped around, went to Seiyu and saw Kelsey and Audrey again. Walked around downstairs.
Waited for Karen. We were sitting inside Adidas like morons to wait for her.
Accompanied Karen and Ethel to eat at Simply Thai.
Walked walked walked to get some more V Day gifts. Ethel bought this SUPER BIG pillow and they had to use 2 big plastic bags to hold it in. Lol.

They went to TM to buy some more stuff while I went home cause I have far too much homework.
AND THEN.
OH MY GOD. I FOUND MY FREAKING EZ LINK CARD IN MY BAGS.
THIS IS SO FREAKING PISSING ME OFF. MY HEART DAMN PAIN NOW OKAY.
&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I SPENT $30 FOR NOTHING.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.
And I don't even dare to tell my mother. She will just bite my head off.
ARGHHHHHH.
And now my calculator is missing.
But I'm sure it'll turn up somehow.
Since when I lost my hp, Nicolette found it. I lost my card, I found it on the same day.
I will probably find my calculator later then.

So the mirror-breaking-into-7-pieces superstition and breaking-things-on-CNY superstition is true after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113966300662456510?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113966300662456510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113966300662456510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113966300662456510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113966300662456510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-mother-woke-me-up-at-11am-plus-to.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113958017275873750</id><published>2006-02-10T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:15:49.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O level results were out today.
We were peering over at them and trying to imagine how we would be like next year.
I really want to get into a good course in TP. ):
Prefably, communications and media or business and it or something to do with IT/media.
Ah. I'm damn scared I can't even qualify for a poly &lt;s&gt;if&lt;/s&gt; when I fail my Maths.
I better buck up now. My studies have been slacking since the holidays.

Oh. And I totally have to blog about this!
Maybe I'm thinking too much, but ever since that mirror of mine was broken into 7 pieces (during CNY some more), I've been cursed with bad luck.
Valerie, Amanda and I went to Amanda's house today.
Stayed there for a while. Then we went out to go to N2 to buy some stuff.
AND THEN DID I REALISED THAT MY HANDPHONE WAS LIKE &lt;b&gt;GONE&lt;/b&gt;.
OH MY GOD. I WAS SO FREAKED OUT.
I wanted to cry okay. So many pictures and everything's inside. And the worst thing is that I bought it for like $400 with my own money and my brother and mother and everybody in my family will scold me like mad.
Especially my mad brother. So Amanda and Valerie called my handphone.
&lt;i&gt;LUCKILY&lt;/i&gt;, someone had it. Nicolette the kind soul took it for me. I'm damn grateful to her!!

Then went to N2. After our business was finished, I opened my wallet to take out my EZ link card.
"EH, WHERE MY EZ LINK CARD GO?!?" Wtf. I lost my EZ link card. Again. I'm so lazy to make a new one! And have to pay money some more! Wa lao.

And I think I gained alot of weight. Oh man.
I'm super depressed now. SUPER DEPRESSED.
I want to kill myself! Oh my god.
I want to take up pilates and swim 30 laps every day.
That's why Hilary Duff is so skinny now.
I shall learn from her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113958017275873750?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113958017275873750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113958017275873750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113958017275873750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113958017275873750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-level-results-were-out-today.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113948904447714778</id><published>2006-02-09T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T20:44:04.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was rather fun.
Pilo didn't come again today so we had &lt;b&gt;four&lt;/b&gt; consecutive free periods.
Justina came in for about two periods and left.
Then the class went mad, whipped out cameras, handphones and all and started taking photos in our cliques and with our new class Ikea mirror! Haha
Very random photos coming up. Don't mind my very messy hair. ):

&lt;a href="http://img212.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0082zy.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img212.imageshack.us/img212/5534/snap0082zy.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Four of us squeezed into the class mirror.

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My hair looks weird!

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Kelsey, the vain pot

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Lamer, Loser and Extra.

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Zonia was covering her bald spot.

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Valerie needs to take smiling lessons!

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Zonia and I

History and SS was a bore. I swear I didn't even listen to a word she said.
Yeah. Then after that, had Maths test on last year's statistics and this year's cumulative frequency.
My two worst subjects. The first Maths test of the year that I really didn't bother to study or even look and try to understand the notes.
I anyhow draw the graph, didn't even take note of the figures. I hate it!
I think I'm going to get like only 5 or something.

Went to Temasek Polytechnic. I won a set of speakers because I came in first for an SMSing competition in a course! As in, they were introducing this kind of IT course and they had this competition to liven things up.

&lt;a href="http://img147.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0225rr.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/149/snap0225rr.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Haha (:

Some FUCKING HILARIOUS thing happened.
We were waiting outside a lecture theatre to go in but it wasn't our turn.
So Adele looked at her reflection and did her hair and everything.
BUT SHE DIDN'T FREAKING REALISE THAT THERE WERE GUYS IN THE ROOM WHO WERE LAUGHING AND POINTING AT HER until Zonia told her.
Oh my god. That was the funniest shit. I was laughing like mad.
Adele was so damn pai seh! Ahaha.

Then went to East Point with Zonia. Ate cheese fries. Oh my, it's love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113948904447714778?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113948904447714778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113948904447714778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113948904447714778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113948904447714778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-was-rather-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113940800389644626</id><published>2006-02-08T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T22:13:23.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I fell asleep during Chemistry today again.
I am so seriously tired these few days.

Have many many homework to complete, but too lazy.
I took &lt;b&gt;four hours&lt;/b&gt; to transfer all my data from my computer to my laptop.
What tedious work.
Still haven't installed Microsoft programs and Photoshop though.

Anyway, I was looking through all my old photos while transferring data.
Oh. My. God.
I seriously seriously was damn fat and ugly last time.
(Still am, but not so bad. LOL)
Really. I will do a comparison photo some other time, when I have.. time?
Haha.

Going to TP tomorrow!
Okay, I still have much homework. Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113940800389644626?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113940800389644626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113940800389644626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113940800389644626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113940800389644626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-fell-asleep-during-chemistry-today.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113931597489820865</id><published>2006-02-07T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:50:42.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;
This is SO PISSING ME OFF.
I SWEAR. I HATE MY PARENTS.
They want me to go home straight after school &lt;i&gt;every single day&lt;/i&gt;.
I said I have tutorial and may go out for a while.
My mother asked me to call home and talk to my father and ask him. Wtf.
I want to jump off a building now.
Really. I want to cry already.

I have never ever been this restricted in my life before.
They keep on repeating and repeating &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;AND&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; repeating that this year is my O level year.
&lt;i&gt;SO WHAT&lt;/i&gt; MAN?
Since when have I ever disappointed them in terms of studies. WHEN. SINCE WHEN.
Get 3rd in class last year also not happy. Wtf. Scold me some more.
PSLE score so high already still not happy. I bet they will get &lt;b&gt;zero&lt;/b&gt;.
&lt;b&gt;End edit&lt;/b&gt;

AHHHHH.
I've been feeling VERY lethargic these &lt;s&gt;few&lt;/s&gt; two days.
Been reaching home quite late and doing my homework/studies until 11pm plus.
I really cannot &lt;i&gt;tahan&lt;/i&gt; sleeping so late on a school day.
Aye. Anyway, today was boring.

Miss J.Lim didn't come for Geography so this stupid nagging bitch took over the lesson.
She's like 50 years OLD, and acts like one.
I swear she is the NAGGIEST and &lt;b&gt;MOST&lt;/b&gt; IRRITATING teacher I have ever met in my &lt;s&gt;16&lt;/s&gt; 15 years and 6 months of life.
I must emphasise very heavily on exactly HOW irritating this bitch is. You cannot imagine. Omg.
She wanted to seperate our group (Valerie, Amanda, Charlene, Tabitha and I) by asking Tabitha to join Rabiah and Yu Lin.
She claimed that we would not concentrate and do our work as we will talk.
But we argued with her and she let us have our way.
But for like the whole lesson, Amanda, Zora, Kelsey and I were discussing about Valentine's Day while Charlene, Tabitha and Valerie listened.
Then the bitch kept coming around to our tables and nag nag nag nag.
After a while, she couldn't take it anymore and took our names down. -_-
Amanda didn't put on her nametag so she wrote, Amanda - no nametag.
Like wtf. Lol. I don't even think Ms Lim will care.
Stupid bitch.
Oh and then, we were supposed to do essay questions lah, then Delanie finished her answer and she wrote a page long of answer which was worth 8 marks.
And do you know what the stupid bitch said?
&lt;b&gt;"Your answer is wrong because it's too long."&lt;/b&gt;
HUH? WHAT LOGIC IS THIS?
Delanie's answer was perfectly correct lah.
I am so happy that the stupid bitch is not our teacher. ARGH.

So after Geography was Assembly.
While walking to the hall, I dropped my mirror.
And before that, I've dropped my mirror about twice earliere in the day.
But this time, it BROKE.
AND IT BROKE INTO &lt;b&gt;SEVEN&lt;/b&gt; PIECES.

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And after that, I dropped that mirror two more times. =X
I've been very clumsy today. Aye, I very very tired you know.
Then during Assembly, Daisy Tan was talking so much about a freaking pencil.
And then she lost her cool and held us back and started nagging to us until about 2.30pm.
She sounded as if she was going to cry any moment.

After school, met Adele after her basketball match with East Spring (Sac - 43 or 42:19).
Took a train and bus to Ikea.
Ate a BIGGGGGG meal there
Oh, and &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt; IIIIIIIIIIIII spotted Daniel Ong and Jamie Teo!
Haha. I love love love Daniel Ong!

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Before.
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After.

Hmm. I ate ALOT. Oh my god. I think I gained AT LEAST 3 kg!
Walked around to hunt for Valentine's Day's gifts.

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Kelsey's UFO. (Inside joke)
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I'm holding the Olympic torch! HAHAHAHA. Lame.

Bought many many stuff. I only bought one item. Haha.
Amanda, Zonia, Adele and I left earlier cause all of us somewhat lied to our parents.
For me, I said I had CO today. If not, I can't even come out today. -_-
Random pictures coming up.

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What, Kelsey?!
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When Amanda and I got off at Tanah Merah, we discovered to our dismay that our skirts were &lt;u&gt;black&lt;/u&gt; because we sat on the floor of the train. (The section where each cabin is connected)

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Amanda's.
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Mine.

And yes, we walked home like that.
At least she took a shutter bus. ):

Oh, my distant cousin is the model in Teens magazine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113931597489820865?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113931597489820865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113931597489820865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113931597489820865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113931597489820865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/edit-this-is-so-pissing-me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113923288000724555</id><published>2006-02-06T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:46:47.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;
That's weird. Blogspot didn't delete my post! Haha.
Anyway, my parents are damn wa lao lah.
They keep on repeating that this year is my O level year, and they don't allow me to go out.
Kelsey! Since my MSN is not in this laptop, I can't really tell you.
But my mother don't allow me to go out &lt;b&gt;ANYMORE&lt;/b&gt; please.
She want me to go home straight tomorrow. How.
I'm like so super duper ANGRY AND PISSED now!!!!!!!!!!!!
My father keep fucking nagging "You better watch out what kind of friends you're mixing around with. You better stop going out. If I find out that you up to something, I will ground you forever. Even your brother asked me not to buy laptop for you. You better appreciate this."
Like wtf. My brother is just JEALOUS of me lah!
And like, what kind of friends I mix with?
At least I don't mix with those kind of stupid low graded ah lians right! Wtf.
They always think I very havoc outside. They look down on me only lah.
I 16 years old already, then this year don't let me go out?!
Siao ah.

ARGGGGGGGGGGGH. MY MOOD IS TOTALLY RUINED BY THEM NOW.
Oh, and I got locked out of my own bedroom this morning.
Don't ask me how.

I'M STILL PISSSSSSSSSSED!
&lt;b&gt;End edit&lt;/b&gt;

Today was fun! Haha.
I'm using my new laptop to update! But my laptop kind of has &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; at all. No MSN, no PHOTOSHOP. And I can't stand laptop's mouses. =X Lol. But I could get used to it! (:

Okay anyway. I was damn tired when I was walking to school today but my energy soon perked up after I bought February's issue of &lt;u&gt;Lime&lt;/u&gt;!
INSIDE GOT JOSHUA ANG! His answers and Shawn Lee's answers are all damn stupid man.
Rather funny, I was laughing like mad while walking to school alone.
Yup, then yeah. I was very high for the rest of the day, laughing like mad over the smallest things.

Chinese was sickening as usual. Kelsey was doing some weird muscle thing with her arms which was FREAKING hilarious, so I burst out laughing!
Then the stupid bitch made both of us stand behind the class. -_-
Erm. Then Chemistry tutorial was seriously a waste of time.
I felt like a Sec 1 who just stepped into a Secondary school lap for the first time.
After that, went for CO. Waste of time too, you know what!
That Mrs Boo made the Percussion section beat the drum for &lt;b&gt;one hour&lt;/b&gt;! The five of us, Hui Jie, Amanda, Cindy, Jaslyn and I were standing in one row beating our drums while practically facing the whole school.
Oh man, damn embarrassing!

I met Charlene after CO to go for the Karate lessons thing.
Amanda couldn't go! ):
Then in bus 17, I sat beside the stinkiest man on Earth. Oh my god.
When he left, I was OVERJOYED, but then &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; smelly man came to sit next to me. Wa piang.

Anyway, met up with Valerie, Lynette and Zora to go to Siglap CC for the Karate lessons thing.
Lynette looked freaking funny in the Karate uniform! Haha. She even folded up her pants so she looked like she was going to the market.
Then Zora and I were really laughing like MAD over Lynette!! LOL.
Uh, then we saw one YANDAO. Haha. Yeah.
All the small boys there are damn cute! They all got colour belts already, and Charlene, Valerie and Lynette are only at white.

Left half way because my mother nagged. Yeah.
After I blog this, yesterday's entry is gone. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113923288000724555?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113923288000724555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113923288000724555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113923288000724555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113923288000724555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/edit-thats-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113914379278348160</id><published>2006-02-05T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T21:00:13.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no idea why Blogspot keeps deleting my earlier posts.
I can't find yesterday's posts.
Which is very weird.
I don't like this. I want to keep my entries. Wa lao.
What is up with crazy Blogspot. Maybe I'd change my URL, see if it makes any difference. But some other time.
Till then, I'd have to make do with Blogspot always deleting my posts after the 3rd of February (all other posts made after 3rd Feb are deleted whenever I create a new post).
This is infuriating.

Anyway, met up with Karen and Lynette today for shopping.
Walked alot around town.
Karen was feeling generous today. She treated me to ice cream and upsized her fries so I can steal them! Lol.
As usual, my shirt was stained with ice cream. -_-
Lynette bought a &lt;b&gt;$365&lt;/b&gt; Loewe wallet!

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And Karen bought a Ralph Lauren &lt;i&gt;keychain&lt;/i&gt; to hang around her neck. LOL.
She was contemplating rather long but still bought the orange version when Lynette and I repeatedly said that the red one was nicer. =X

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Karen's &lt;b&gt;$59&lt;/b&gt; Ralph Lauren &lt;s&gt;keychain&lt;/s&gt; necklace pendant. Haha. (:
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Then I suddenly felt an urge to buy a new bag. =X
So I bought a new &lt;b&gt;$79&lt;/b&gt; Puma bowling bag! :D
I think it's quite cheap lah, compared to my New Urban Male one. &lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt; it was the last piece left!

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Hmm. I bought another crown necklace! &lt;3

Walked around Queenstown. Karen and I bought shirts.

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The design's cool right! Haha.

Slacked at Mac for quite a while.
Then Karen took her bus 100 from Queenstown while Lynette and I took bus 14.
The bus ride was &lt;b&gt;FOREVER&lt;/b&gt;, we spent one hour plus in the bus! We boarded at around 6.30pm and I reached home at 8pm!
Yup. I'm rather lazy to do my Maths homework and study for Geography test.

Sianxxxxx. Tmr got Chemistry tutorial and CO!

*You do realise that all my pictures in my blog &lt;u&gt;can&lt;/u&gt; be clicked to be enlarged RIGHT? I'm telling you now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113914379278348160?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113914379278348160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113914379278348160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113914379278348160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113914379278348160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-have-no-idea-why-blogspot-keeps.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113896031738612059</id><published>2006-02-03T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T17:51:57.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's PE was freaking fun! Haha.
Had a good time running around the basketball court with &lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt; catchers chasing me simultaneously, Charlene, Lynette and Zora.
Lynette was chasing me around non-stop! Then when she couldn't catch me, she asked Charlene and Zora to run after me. Lol.
So when it was my turn to be catcher, I kept "freezing" her the minute she was "unfreezed". Lol.
Hilarious.
And someone was catching me (can't remember who) until my shoe came out, but I still continued running. Hahaahahaha.
Very fun PE.

Oh, and I'm still going very mad over Joshua. &lt;3
And my mother still isn't talking to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113896031738612059?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113896031738612059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113896031738612059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113896031738612059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113896031738612059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/todays-pe-was-freaking-fun-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113888630043638351</id><published>2006-02-02T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:20:18.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was fun! Haha.
Maths tutorial was boring! I have &lt;b&gt;totally&lt;/b&gt; forgotten my Maths basics, I didn't even know how to do SIMPLE SEC 1 STANDARD QUESTIONS. *slaps forehead.
And I'm &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; exaggerating! Seriously, I need to work hard!
I'm aiming for a JC now, but I think I most probably can't make it because of my stupid CCA.
Should have stuck with netball.

Anyway, the Physics test today was super easy. Was fretting for nothing.
Maths test was rather alright, manageable.
Went opposite school to eat. Amanda was unlucky.
Her Ben &amp; Jerry's icecream didn't have a spoon inside, so she had to take some spoon from 7-11.
Then her spoon &lt;b&gt;broke&lt;/b&gt;. I BURST OUT LAUGHING. Hahaha. Her reaction was funny!
So she had to use those kind of spoon which you use to eat chicken rice with. Lol.

Co was rather fun. Cindy and I got &lt;b&gt;very very&lt;/b&gt; high over Joshua Ang! Haha.
We were substituting Jaslyn with him. I swear, it was super funny! Haha.
Now I'm his "wife" and Cindy is his "second wife" and she shall have him on 1,3,5 and I will have him on 2,4,6. We will share him on Sundays. Lol!
I swear I'm going Joshua-crazy!
I've got pictures of him from The New Paper, 8 days, Teenage and I Weekly. Oh my god!

My laptop's here! :D

CINDY POON. WHERE ARE YOU. I DON'T SEE YOU ONLINE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113888630043638351?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113888630043638351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113888630043638351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113888630043638351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113888630043638351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-was-fun-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113881741164346182</id><published>2006-02-02T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T02:10:11.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello people. I'm blogging at 2.04am on a school night.
Yesterday was a bad day. Bad bad day. Argh.

The school's celebration for CNY sucked like mad.

The sickening security guard caught me for going out of school in shorts, he INSISTED on knowing how I stained my skirt and FORCED me to go to the  General Office.
And then the GO FORCED me to borrow a ugly Bibi and Baba skirt.
&lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt; they consficated my earrings. -_- Luckily it's the 90cents pair.
I'm supposed to see Mrs Joseph &lt;s&gt;tomorrow&lt;/s&gt; later.

Oh my god. Today's going to be a long day. Physics test. Maths test. Maths tutorial. CO. Wa piang.

I had a quarrel with my mother yesterday over FBTs. Cause she didn't know I had sold 4 of them. And she wanted the $40.
Then I retorted that the $40 also not hers (my father paid for them), give her back for what.
She got so freaking freaking angry and asked me not to talk to her anymore.
FINE. Don't talk then talk lah.
I bet she will go complaining to my brother again as soon as he gets home. Always the same routine.
I quarrel with her, she complains to my brother, my brother scolds me, force me to say Sorry to her, then will threaten me with all sorts of things.
This time, I bet it's the laptop.
I don't even know if she will go collect the laptop for me today. ):
BUT IT WASN'T MY FAULT. I WAS JUST SAYING THE TRUTH WHAT. Sickening shit.

So I was damn angry with her yesterday and slept at &lt;b&gt;7pm&lt;/b&gt;.
Now I've woken up and have nothing to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113881741164346182?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113881741164346182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113881741164346182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113881741164346182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113881741164346182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-people.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113868815669235029</id><published>2006-01-31T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T15:16:59.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;
I had to post this up. I found it super hilarious to find a ribbon on the head of this grumpy statue at my house porch.
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This orange was super sour. ):
&lt;b&gt;End edit&lt;/b&gt;

I have many many to blog about today! So if you don't like to read long entries, you can leave right now. (:

So anyway, I forgot to mention yesterday that I dreamt that I fainted the night before. =X
It was a very... weird experience. Maybe it's really going to happen.
I've been feeling very giddy for the past few &lt;s&gt;days&lt;/s&gt; weeks. ):

Went around JLB to visit yesterday, Keith's mother gave me 2 pretty bracelets! (: Loveeeeeee.
Haha. Gave me quite a big hongbao too. Hahahahaha. Okay.
Last night was the CNY party at my house, but with all my sister's husband's friends.
All the aunties and uncles are 10x more havoc than the young ones.
Then a little accident happened, I was taking my beehoon, then I accidentally dropped the glass cover of the pot which had the beehoon in it.
I swear, it was as if, a knife could cut through the silence.
Then my father came striding towards me, pointing his finger at me and said some words which I obviously didn't bother to listen. Haha.
Lucky thing it didn't break. =X

They watched a Rod Steward concert on dvd, with the sound &lt;b&gt;BLASTING&lt;/b&gt; out sooo loud that the sofa I was seated on literally shook.
And I think they must be thinking I was a nerd since while they were watching that, I was doing my Twelfth Night notes. Lol.
After I finished, I went up to my mother's bedroom to watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0200550/" target="_blank"&gt;Coyote Ugly&lt;/a&gt; for the thousandth time.
Watched halfway, went to sleep.

I had the weirdest experience.
I was drifting in and out of sleep, because of the blasting sound, so when I was finally quite asleep, just suddenly, suddenly I woke up for no reason.
Then I was feeling abit blur, but I could see vaguely a man in the room. It's not a shadow or anything.
But I just know that it's a man. Then I took a few good 10 seconds to recognise my surroundings, because I didn't even remember where I was. I thought I was still in my mother's bedroom.
Okay, it was kind of weird and scary.

Today's one of those many days where I feel like I weigh 10000 kg and look like a freaking elephant. Can't be bothered to go out, and since Nisha and Amanda can't make it today, the planned visiting today was cancelled.
So I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0368447/" target="_blank"&gt;The Village&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;u&gt;Star Movies.&lt;/u&gt; Quite a good movie, the plot was very unexpected and twisting.
To my DELIGHTFUL surprise, &lt;u&gt;HBO&lt;/u&gt; was going to show &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0332280/" target="_blank"&gt;The Notebook&lt;/a&gt;!! Haha.
I waited &lt;i&gt;forever&lt;/i&gt; to watch that, but it was always showing on TV at ungodly hours.
The movie is DAMN DAMN DAMN super romantic and sad lah! I regret not reading the book last year for reading circle.
I kind of just chucked it at one side. Haha.
I'm so going to buy the dvd for it! :D Y'all should really catch it! It's damn nice.
Rachel McAdams is so pretty! And she was a cute bitch on &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0377092/" target="_blank"&gt;Mean Girls&lt;/a&gt; as well. Haha.

Did you know that her and Ryan Gosling (the main actor in The Notebook) are really going out?
So sweet right. Lol. Okay.

Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113868815669235029?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113868815669235029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113868815669235029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113868815669235029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113868815669235029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/edit-i-had-to-post-this-up.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113860540231296164</id><published>2006-01-30T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T15:44:43.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm on a layout frenzy! LOL.
I'm changing layouts like &lt;b&gt;every single day&lt;/b&gt;. So if you haven't been reading my blog for the past 2 days, you're missing out on the good stuff man.
Lol. Okay, kidding.
Oh, and the 'EMAIL' and 'FRIENDSTER' link at the extreme right hand side of the layout ACTUALLY WORK! Haha. Okay. Don't mind me. (:

Haven't been doing much visiting for CNY, don't know why.
I still can remember &lt;b&gt;many&lt;/b&gt; years ago, where 5 of us (parents, bro, sis, me) would squeeze into one car and go around to visit.
I loved my grandmother's house the most! It was like the super big bungalow at Katong, &lt;b&gt;12 C Broadrick Road&lt;/b&gt;. Haha.
I remember it's right at the corner of the main street, so when you take buses 14 or 12 (and more, but cannot remember), and when you see a very erm, black and white checkered bungalow, that would be my grandmother's house. Haha.
You can't miss it, trust me. Lol.

That time, if you walked into the kitchen, there would be like 2 or 3 maids there feverishly doing their chores and cooking dishes, and when you went outside, you'd be staring at the big big grandfather clock. Haha.
Then can go out to the biggest garden ever, which sadly, has no plants in it except for grass, or to the porch and sit on the swing.
My parents would always go to the pond and feed the HUGE kois with their hands. Rather cute.
You would see alot of people there, which actually are just my relatives (my father has 6 other brothers and 3 other sisters. o_O).
Then all the children would line up in one row and collect hongbaos from my grandmother!
I CAN REMEMBER THAT TIME SHE GIVE ME A $200 HONGBAO.
Oh my god, can you imagine how many hongbaos she give, and I was like among the smallest and I already got $200.
SO SAD, SHE DIE ALREADY. ):

Okay, enough about the past.
Collected hongbao from my sister/brother-in-law just now. Rather amusing.
She made me give her 2 Mandarin oranges, and then as she passed me my hongbao, she started rattling off allllllllllllllllll the &lt;i&gt;cheng yu&lt;/i&gt; (Chinese proverbs). Lol. It was damn funny, I tell you.
And I realised I didn't eat popiahs this year. =X
Oh, and you know, ketchup with fried fish is &lt;s&gt;quite&lt;/s&gt; very nice!

Okay, now I'm waiting for my sister's husband's relatives to come.
One whole big DRINKING gang (they can drink until morning). Yay, more money.
Oh, I forgot to mention that I heard a ballad version of &lt;u&gt;This Love by Maroon 5&lt;/u&gt; on the radio just now.
Don't think it was sung by them though. IT'S DAMN NICE LAH. &lt;3
Nicer than the original.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113860540231296164?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113860540231296164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113860540231296164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113860540231296164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113860540231296164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-on-layout-frenzy-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113852617651501486</id><published>2006-01-29T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T17:16:16.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed my layout to green instead. Lol.
I was seriously seriously SERIOUSLY sick of brown.
But I don't really like green either. =X Aiyah.

Me: I WANT MY LAPTOPPPPPPPP.
Brother: No.
Me: WHY. DADDY SAY OK ALREADY.
Bro: But I didn't say ok.
Me: BUT WHYYYYYYYY.
Bro: I already tell jie jie not to order for you already.
Me: BUT I ALSO NEVER DO ANYTHING!
Bro: EXACTLY. You never do anything and you get a laptop. &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;.

Wa lao. I think he's just jealous. But I told my mother about this, then she assured me that I will get since my father already asked my sister to order.
So obviously, my brother was just scaring me. -_-
But, &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt;.

Oh, and he totally pissed me off this morning.
I was putting my Sara Lee chocolate swirls cake into the microwave oven, still in it's package.
Then he scolded me for putting "metal" in, then I said, "where got metal"?
He asked what was the package made of, I replied, "aluminium".
"So aluminium not metal is it?" -_- Just put in for 10 seconds only, not as if the house will burn down right.

Then I was eating that lah, then the phone rang, he asked me to go pick it up when he himself was closer to the phone and not doing anything at all, while I was further away and eating my cake.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGH.

I swear I will bully his triplets when they are out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113852617651501486?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113852617651501486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113852617651501486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113852617651501486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113852617651501486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/changed-my-layout-to-green-instead.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113843947528624819</id><published>2006-01-28T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T17:11:15.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm kind of scared that my father will suddenly refuse to buy the laptop for me. ):
I hope I will get it soooooooooon.

New layout, brown &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;. Hahaaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113843947528624819?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113843947528624819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113843947528624819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113843947528624819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113843947528624819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-kind-of-scared-that-my-father-will.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113841553809345609</id><published>2006-01-28T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T17:13:26.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had our reunion dinner at Tanah Merah Country Club last night
We had 5 tables for us in the private room.
Food was alright lah, not to my liking though.

Topics around the table kept changing.
We were discussing about my brother's triplets' names.
Then he was like saying he was thinking of Isabelle, Anabelle and Ding Dong Bell. -_-
LAME.
After that, we talked about my education.
My sister wants me to go to LaSelle. But her husband insisted that I go to a JC and then a uni!
Oh my god. He was going on and on that I should go to a university. Then I said I wanted to go to poly, so he suggested going to a poly and taking a LaSelle design course outside. Lol.
&lt;i&gt;Alright&lt;/i&gt;.
Cause he was like saying that if I took hospitality and tourism management, I might as well go to a university.
Aiyah, dunno lah. But I will seriously cry if I were to go to a JC! ):

Then, after that they arrived on the topic of laptops.
I just said "I WANTTTTTTTTTT" to my father TWICE only, and he asked my sister to order one laptop for me.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. I WAS LIKE HUH??!
HAHAHAHA. I'M LIKE DAMN HAPPY NOW LAH. :D
I should learn to ask for &lt;s&gt;bigger things next time! (: &lt;/s&gt;an Ipod Nano next time or something!
But Ipod Nano's rather cheap, I might get it myself if I think about it and really want it.
Or maybe I will ask for a new handphone.
I &lt;b&gt;SUPER&lt;/b&gt; want &lt;a href="http://www.europe.nokia.com/nokia/0,,82487,00.html" target="_blank"&gt;Nokia 7370&lt;/a&gt;!
&lt;a href="http://img98.imageshack.us/my.php?image=737021lo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/2193/737021lo.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
My Nokia 7270 is getting rather old! ):
&lt;a href="http://img98.imageshack.us/my.php?image=nokia7270front1xb.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/2329/nokia7270front1xb.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Oh, then I was like saying why all my relatives give so little money! All give only $10 can!
Last time, they gave so much. I can still remember that there was one CNY, that I counted $300-$400 on the car ride home.
Now, it's like only what, how much only.
Next time, they'd probably only give $4.
So my mummy asked me how much money I wanted from her and my father in my hongbao.
I said $500 and my father said ok.
Haha. I think bluff me only.

&lt;a href="http://img88.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap008a6rn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/8421/snap008a6rn.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The REAL diamond necklace my mummy gave me. (:

&lt;a href="http://img88.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0093hv.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/5534/snap0093hv.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The cute hongbao with a dog which looked like Pepper on it! &lt;3
 &lt;img src="http://img88.imageshack.us/img88/4117/snap0073nx.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The super duper cute toddler which refused to smile no matter how much we played with her.

Haha. So happy. I shall wait &lt;b&gt;patiently&lt;/b&gt; for my laptop to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113841553809345609?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113841553809345609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113841553809345609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113841553809345609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113841553809345609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/had-our-reunion-dinner-at-tanah-merah.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113834401666149629</id><published>2006-01-27T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T16:09:17.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reunion dinner later at Tanah Merah Country Club.
Haven't decided what to wear yet.

Had a Geography test today. Wrote two short paragraphs for a 8 mark question. =X
Pe was rather fun, our group had to teach a new game, so we combined poison ball and captain's ball together. Last minute decision only. Turned out pretty good. (:
Everybody enjoyed themselves I guess.
I watched as Kelsey ran from one end to the other end, with hands stretched out like Liang Po Po.
HAHA. I swear I was laughing like crazy.

English was boring. I was on the verge of falling asleep.
Chemistry was next. I fell asleep.
Had a Literature test in the library on Twelfth Night. Oh my god, it was the most un-test ever.
We looked at each other's answers (discreetly of course) with Pilo right in front of us. Then the questions were simply damn difficult! You had to complete the phrases from the book, and then write which lines the quotes were from and &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; still have to write down the significance.
On top of that, we had to answer like 30 answers above on all the facts.
Luckily Pilo cancelled out for us the 2nd column, the one where we had to write where the quotes came from.
Seriously, who the hell memorises which lines the quotes came from?
Then after that, 10 mins or so before the bell rang, she allowed us to take our books for reference. -_-
WHAT A TEST.
I think I will still fail anyway.

Okay. I should go bathe now and decide what to wear.
I'm like dead tired though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113834401666149629?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113834401666149629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113834401666149629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113834401666149629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113834401666149629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/reunion-dinner-later-at-tanah-merah.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113827253352111939</id><published>2006-01-26T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T18:50:46.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched &lt;a href="http://www.moviexclusive.com/review/inotstupid2/inotstupidtoo.htm" target="_blank"&gt;I not stupid too&lt;/a&gt; today at Princess.
OH MY GOD.
I SWEAR. JOSHUA ANG IS KILLING ME. HE WAS SO DAMN FREAKING FCUKING SUPER DUPER WHOPPER HOT AND COOL IN THE MOVIE.
He can set you on fire!! Haha.
Amanda, Kelsey and I plan to watch it again! Haha, MAYBE.
&lt;3&gt;kiap-ed&lt;/i&gt; my hair under her knees when she folds them against the back of my chair. I looked back at her so many times, but she just didn't get the hint.
Some more, the stupid pig of a bitch ate so loudly that I could hear the popcorn being crunched in her big mouth.
&lt;i&gt;And&lt;/i&gt; she didn't bother putting her handphone on silent mode.
Can't stand these kind of Singaporeans.
So I changed my seat, went to the side. So much more comfortable, because no irritating bitches behind me and nobody in front of me either.
So can put my legs up and nobody will care. Haha.

Oh, and if you're planning to watch this, remember to bring lots and lots of tissues!
We all cried like mad. ):

Right. Tomorrow is Friday. I can't wait for tomorrow to be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113827253352111939?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113827253352111939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113827253352111939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113827253352111939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113827253352111939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/watched-i-not-stupid-too-today-at.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113818661180859231</id><published>2006-01-25T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:25:08.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god.
I swear I'm going mad.
I opened the new copy of &lt;u&gt;8 days&lt;/u&gt; and I found a BIG COOL picture of &lt;b&gt;JOSHUA ANG&lt;/b&gt;. *jaw drops.

&lt;a href="http://img18.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0007bh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img18.imageshack.us/img18/4583/snap0007bh.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Oh my god. SO DROP DEAD GORGEOUS RIGHT. *drools

AHHHHH.

Then I found more more more! Hahahaa.

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Wa lao. Damn shuai right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113818661180859231?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113818661180859231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113818661180859231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113818661180859231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113818661180859231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-my-god_25.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113810061343635606</id><published>2006-01-24T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T19:23:39.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was super duper high in the morning!
Kept singing my cheer. Haha. But my mood started going downhill after recess, which was rather early, 8.45am.
Recess &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; early pisses me off, the day ahead is sooo long.
And Pilo is getting on &lt;s&gt;my&lt;/s&gt; everybody's nerves.
She's so damn lazy lah, she doesn't even teach Literature. More like just reading the book for us.

Went home with Denyse.
Started homework as soon as I could, and I still haven't finished.
Oh, I also helped my mum to pack money into ang baos.
Wow, she uses the NEW PLASTIC $2 NOTES!
HAHAHA. SO COOL. Alright.

I'm so angry with her.
I have no idea why.
She just irritates me.

&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'd give you anything,
Everything,
To have you be mine.&lt;/b&gt;
I'd give the stars above,
And &lt;b&gt;all my love,&lt;/b&gt;
How can you be so blind?

&lt;b&gt;Now I know that I,
Have no chance,
Oh to make you mine.&lt;/b&gt;
If I ruled the world,
&lt;b&gt;Would you be my girl,&lt;/b&gt;
How can you be so blind?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113810061343635606?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113810061343635606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113810061343635606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113810061343635606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113810061343635606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-was-super-duper-high-in-morning-kept.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113801888132428568</id><published>2006-01-23T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T20:21:21.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lol. Co was relaxing today, I managed to complete my Chinese workbook and a few of my many many MANY Maths questions today, all in Co time.
The moral of the story is that we can do many &lt;b&gt;constructive&lt;/b&gt; things in the time when we are in Co. Lol.
Okay.

Was damn high after that, kept scolding that BITCHTARD behind her back with Denyse and Cindy.
Wa lao, that bitchtard so sickening loh! *angry
Ate $1 chicken wing! Treated Cindy, I'm so nice.
Then Denyse was late for her dinner, so we three took a taxi to Tanah Merah station, $2.70.
Denyse kept praying that the meter wouldn't jump because she only took out $2.60. Haha. Okay, it was funny then.

I was freaking sleepy the whole of today.
Tomorrow is an even more boring day. I will just fall asleep during SS and Literature again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113801888132428568?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113801888132428568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113801888132428568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113801888132428568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113801888132428568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113792538480927477</id><published>2006-01-22T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T18:23:05.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Met Amanda and Zora at Tanah Merah station the day before and went off to Bugis to buy Sherrianne's present.
Amanda, being the &lt;i&gt;kiasu&lt;/i&gt; Singaporean, brought many many things, including her charger, jacket, scissors and scotchtape. Haha.
Bought a big Slyvester toy cat and wrapping paper, then wrapped it up with another Eeyore mug.
Lol. We didn't really do a good job with that.

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Then we bought a card, but we realised we had no pens. So we went to a stationery shop to use all their pens. Lol. How convenient aye.
Oh, then we saw Joanne Peh again. And that Campus Superstar guy with his girlfriend &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;. We saw him at Queensway the other time.
He probably thinks we love him alot or something. *rolls eyes

Then walked around I guess, went to the Intercontinental Hotel, nobody there, couldn't go up because we needed the hotel card to go up to her suite.
So went to meet Sherrianne and the others, then Sherrianne took us up to the suite. (:
Quite nice aye! We were going crazy over the bathroom! Haha.

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Sitting on the toilet bowl.

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&lt;i&gt;Standing&lt;/i&gt; on the toilet bowl.

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Zora went mad.

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Sherrianne's NAUGHTY sister

Then after that, when the others came, went to Swensons to eat.
Shared fish and chips with Amanda. She got a little bored and dead, so walked around with her.
Went back again when the rest had finished their "Earthquake".
Sherrianne bought another Swensons cookies and cream ice cream cake because her other chocolate cake didn't have a knife.

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But then, only after we bought the cake did we realise that this Swensons' cake didn't have a knife either.
Called room service in the end.
Then other hotel customers complained about then noise level.
Zora, Ethel and Lynette left for another party, Kelsey came, wearing fbts and white polo tee to Bugis. o_O
Slacked slacked slacked.
Talked talked talked.

Lynette came back, gossiped &lt;b&gt;damn alot&lt;/b&gt;! Haha.
Then talked till 4am plus, and then &lt;i&gt;somehow&lt;/i&gt;, all of us ended up sleeping without knowing why.
Then &lt;i&gt;SOMEHOW&lt;/i&gt;, I ended up on the sofa and Lynette ended up on the bed with Kelsey and Amanda sleeping on the floor.
I survived the whole night without any blanket can?
I was like how cold. ):

Next morning woke up, Sherrianne's mother treated us to watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0397535/" target="_blank"&gt;Memoirs of a geisha&lt;/a&gt; and treated us to eat cheese hot dogs with drinks.
So nice! :D
The movie was rather long and draggy. But they were all so pretty!
After it finished, walked around then went home.

I'm dead tired now and I have so much homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113792538480927477?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113792538480927477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113792538480927477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113792538480927477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113792538480927477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/met-amanda-and-zora-at-tanah-merah.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113777223597725013</id><published>2006-01-20T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T00:05:00.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I didn't go for Karen's birthday dinner.

I made a new layout, I want to put it up but I still love the current one.
Another time perhaps.

&lt;i&gt;You set my heart beating up fast&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113777223597725013?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113777223597725013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113777223597725013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113777223597725013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113777223597725013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-i-didnt-go-for-karens-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113774695730158657</id><published>2006-01-20T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T16:58:10.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;
I can't believe Kelsey fell asleep again.
She ain't picking up my calls.
Kelsey, you're irritating me! Lol.

Okay. &lt;b&gt;Happy birthday KAREN TAN JIA PEI.&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;End edit&lt;/b&gt;

Kelsey didn't pick me up! I waited until 7.15am at my bus stop until I couldn't wait anymore, so I took a cab to school.
Luckily I brought money! But Kelsey said she came at 7.15am. o_O So I guess I went when she came?

The first day of camp totally sucked.
The activities were BORINGGGGGGGGGGG. And our class was split into two different sections.
Talk about class bonding. Pilo didn't even talk more than 5 sentences to us.
And our group (Group 5) was the last for everything. And I really mean last.
We were last for dinner even though we reached there for dinner super early, the earliest in fact, but we had to eat later because some other groups didn't get enough money.
And on that topic, just because those groups didn't have enough money to buy food for dinner, the instructor gave them $400?! I mean, they didn't even do &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; and they get $400 just because they didn't put in any effort?
Our group did our best, and we got lesser than them because the stupid instructor gave them money.
So since we ate later, we obviously bathed later.
But I didn't expect us to bathe the &lt;b&gt;LAST&lt;/b&gt;.
We had to bathe like 11pm plus while other classes had already bathed finish long long time ago.
And we had to wait so freaking long because either the girls hogged up the toilet or the water pressure was way low.

Second day was slightly better I guess.
My whole tent was the last to wake up I think. It was so cold.
Last to wash up again. Activities and all, Sec 4/5 played Unity with Sec 4/7!
AND WE THRASHED THEM.
MAHAHAHAHA. We pulled out 7, they pulled out 2 only I think.
Lol. The funniest part was when ******* *** (Shan't say the name)'s watch was broken and she shouted over to us, &lt;b&gt;"I'm going to take revenge!"&lt;/b&gt;.
Lynette shouted back, "Take then take lah!!". Hahahahaha!
Yeah. Like that. Campfire wasn't exactly what I expected it to be.
Sitting at the back sucks. You can hardly see anything at all.

Woke up the next morning again. Waited for buses to come, we were the 3rd class to be released, but were among the last to board the bus again. -_-
Our class &lt;b&gt;always&lt;/b&gt; has to wait.

Ah. Then I waited for a taxi at Tanah Merah station, then one stupid ang moh woman started smoking at the taxi stand. So inconsiderate. She was smoking in front of me and another primary school boy and the wind was totally blowing the smoke to my side!
I was so freaking annoyed.
Seriously. Then this stupid delivery truck stopped at the taxi stand area to unload tissue for the toilets. Then the Indian delivery man was smoking too! Wa lao.
And he hogged up the taxi stand area, so the taxis couldn't come in.
Can't stand these kind of people!

Cigarettes should be FULLY banned.

Oh, HAHAHA.
I LOST 1 KG FROM CAMP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113774695730158657?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113774695730158657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113774695730158657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113774695730158657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113774695730158657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/edit-i-cant-believe-kelsey-fell-asleep.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113750861683191066</id><published>2006-01-18T06:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T06:24:33.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still waiting for Kelsey to get ready so in the meantime, I shall blog!

Yesterday was the worst day that happened to me this year.
YESTERDAY IS THE MOST EMBARRASSING DAY OF MY LIFE.
OMG. SERIOUSLY.
Oh, and I'm so ready to kill my doctor!
MY PERIOD CAME. AM I LUCKY OR WHAT.

Yesterday was so freaking boring.
I actually seriously fell sound asleep during Literature. I literally didn't know what was going on.
I was so damn tired yesterday! But Ms Pilo didn't even catch me. Hahaha.
Then went back to my house, then went to collect Amanda's and Kelsey's uniforms.

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Their beautiful butts? HAHAHA.

Okay. Sleepover was cancelled.
Camp is today! LATER, actually.
&lt;s&gt;I am so excited. :D &lt;/s&gt;

I packed my stuff and all into my camp bag (which was my brother's, WHICH HAD A LIZARD JUMPING OUT ON TO MY BED WHICH I OPENED IT. GUYS.) and then weighed it.
It's &lt;b&gt;5.5 kg&lt;/b&gt; o_O

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SO BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGG.

And I hope &lt;s&gt;I&lt;/s&gt; we don't get &lt;s&gt;caught&lt;/s&gt; (We'd surely be caught) punished or whatever for wearing FBTs.
School shorts, I hate them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113750861683191066?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113750861683191066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113750861683191066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113750861683191066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113750861683191066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-still-waiting-for-kelsey-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113741395867300457</id><published>2006-01-16T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:19:19.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12 out of &lt;s&gt;17&lt;/s&gt; 16 (Tabitha was absent) Geography girls got locked out of Ms Janice Lim's class &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;.
Also not our fault, it was sickening Mr Tan who let us off late! Then Ms Lim didn't believe us.
So the 12 of us just sat outside the Geog room suntanning and laughing at nerdy Sec 1s who tucked in their green PE tshirts inside their high and very long skirts. Haha.

Got back my revision Algebra test back today.
I &lt;b&gt;just&lt;/b&gt; freaking passed ON THE DOT. My maths seriously suck. Hahahhaa.
Oh then I almost &lt;b&gt;died&lt;/b&gt; during History. I swear I always will fall alseep during History or Social Studies.
And Mdm Justina Chan always gets our names wrong!
She'd always mix up,
Zora and Zonia,
Melissa and Michelle,
Amanda and Andrea. *rolls eyes

Zonia, Kelsey and I went to Amanda's house after school for mahjong.
Was damn fun! Hahaha.
We were damn dead and hyper at the same time though. =X
Anyway, so when we were seriously damn bored, we played with the tiles, and somehow ended up with this.

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Then we craved for ice-cream so we ordered McFlurry from Mac which took an hour to arrive.
We ordered "EXTRA OREO"! Haha. And they really gave ALOT.
So ALOT until we couldn't mix the ice cream and the oreo, and everybody kept spilling oreo on Amanda's mahjong table. Haha. (:

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Our McFlurries! :D

Then Zonia left to save her clothes because of the rain. Haha. Was raining heavily.
Kelsey had the BRIGHT idea of playing in the rain. So we changed our shirts and got ready.
Then, the rain STOPPED. Bummer! Yeah like that.
Amanda's mother came home, helped her to count NEW NOTES! I love the touch and smell of new money! Haha.

Sleepover tomorrow! So exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113741395867300457?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113741395867300457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113741395867300457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113741395867300457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113741395867300457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/12-out-of-17-16-tabitha-was-absent.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113731048700118137</id><published>2006-01-15T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T15:34:47.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so pissed.
My family doctor die also don't want to give me the pills for stopping my period.
He kept on ranting about my hormones will change (I know that).
Then he kept repeating either my period will come alot, or don't come at all.
And his wife took the pills once and her period kept on coming until she had to go for an operatio.
Rarrrrrh. I'm so pissed.
If I really do come during the camp, I'm going to kill my doctor!

Oh, then while I was walking to the doctor, the pole used to hang clothes for HDB flats CAME FLYING DOWN AND CRASHED ON THE FLOOR INFRONT OF ME.
I am so super traumatised now I tell you.
If it hit me, I will sue the person like mad! Haha.
What a lousy pole, because the person used aluminium pole, not the bamboo kind.
So people, remember to use the bamboo pole, and not the aluminium pole. It will kill people.

Don't you people agree that brothers are the most irritating people on the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113731048700118137?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113731048700118137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113731048700118137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113731048700118137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113731048700118137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-so-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113724352298369845</id><published>2006-01-14T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:14:03.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;
Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky. says: &lt;b&gt;(Me)&lt;/b&gt;
ASK ME KNOCK KNOCK WHO'S THERE.
Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky. says:
I'D GIVE YOU THE ANSWER.
You be love and I'll be a liar. says:&lt;b&gt;(Kelsey)&lt;/b&gt;
KNOCK KNOCK
You be love and I'll be a liar. says:
WHO'S THERE?
Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky. says:
THE WOODPECKER!
You be love and I'll be a liar. says:
YOU SUPPOSE TO SAY KNOCK KNOCK LA!!
You be love and I'll be a liar. says:
HAHAHAHHA.
Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky. says:
OH YAH.
Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky. says:
HAHHAA.
You be love and I'll be a liar. says:
OH GOD
You be love and I'll be a liar. says:
OH MY GOD.
Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky. winks:
Play "Laugh"
You be love and I'll be a liar. says:
OHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD.

My joke not funny meh?
Okay, maybe it's not. But Cindy's is definitely FUNNY. I WAS LAUGHING LIKE MAD.


Your arms are my castle, your heart is my sky. says:&lt;b&gt;(Me)&lt;/b&gt;
KNOCK KNOCK!

You have just sent a Nudge!

Miss POON* says:&lt;b&gt;(Cindy)&lt;/b&gt;
bang bang

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!
&lt;b&gt;End edit&lt;/b&gt;
Met up with Kelsey and Amanda today to go to Queensway. Saw some SACians here and there.
Shopped at Queensway for more than 3 hours searching for our lime green FBTs.
The only sizes left were S. -_- And we practically spent the 3 hours there finding those lime green FBTs. The shop was damn hard to find! We walked many many many rounds before we actually found it.
Then there was another shop which sold yellow FBTS, green FBTs with stripes, but the inside of the FBT was too holey. Lol. =X
So in the end, bought 2 blue FBTs. Now I'm the "queen of FBTs"! I have like 10 FBTs now. *gasp

Walked to IKEA. Ate the Swedish meatballs (YUM), fries and chicken wings (YUMMY).
Wandered around. Took many many photos! Kelsey was very very fascinated by IKEA, seeing as she has never been there before.
She comes from Mars, you see.

And this is her planet.
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Haha! Lame! Lol.

We found nice polka dotted tins! Haha, we plan to bring them for camp. So cool right.

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Then we found trolleys, so pushed Kelsey in one of them around Ikea. Everybody was looking at her. Lol.

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We spent "quite long" in IKEA. Ate more, ice cream. Oh my god.
I swear I'm gaining weight again. ):

Oh, then while walking home from Tanah Merah, received a message that CO is cancelled on Monday. I was damn happy lah!
I was half way typing a message to Amanda in CAPS, when she called and SCREAMED and was so equally or actually, more happy and excited that CO is cancelled.
I could seriously imagine her jumping up and down. Haha. So we two were screaming to each other into the phone. =X Okay whatever. Haha.

Rules: Copy and Paste the following into your own blog and complete all SEVEN bullets of the SEVEN questions. Then, pick SEVEN ppl to pass it on! Have fun!

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEVEN weird facts about you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
1. I &lt;b&gt;must&lt;/b&gt; close the toilet seat when I'm bathing cause I have a weird thinking that something will come out from there.
2. I eat ketchup with EVERYTHING. Everything.
3. I prefer Coke to Pepsi simply because Pepsi sucks.
4. I prefer Sprite to 7-up because Sprite sounds nicer.
5. I don't like it when people who stare or look at me.
6. I hate wearing sport shoes.
7. I don't like winds. They mess up my hair.

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEVEN things that make me smile:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
1. When CO is cancelled. HAHAHAHA.
2. (:
3. When people care for me. Duh.
4. When I lose weight! HAHAHAHA.
5. When it's cloudy and a LITTLE windy.
6. When I do well for something.
7. When I get money or buy something.

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEVEN ways to win my heart:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
1. MUST be funny and can always make me smile/laugh.
2. Surprise me with NICE surprises.
3. &lt;b&gt;DO NOT BE LATE.&lt;/b&gt; DO NOT SNORE. OMG.
4. Give me lilies. (:
5. Be taller than me.
6. Have money. Have alot of money. Haha.
7. Be there for me. Believe in me.

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEVEN things I believe in:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
1. Ghosts. AHHHH!
2. Aliens.
3. I will find my ah beng boyfriend. &lt;i&gt;Someday&lt;/i&gt;. HAHA.
4. Love makes the world go round.
5. Money makes the world go round more fast.
6. -
7. -

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEVEN things I'm afraid of that are just BLAH:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
1. Gaining weight.
2. Loneliness.
3. Insecurity.
4. Ghosts.
5. Aliens.
6. Spiders/Worms/Caterpillars.
7. Dark.

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEVEN things I do everyday:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
1. Breathe.
2. Talk.
3. Sleep.
4. Blink.
5. Move.
6. Sneeze.
7. Eat.

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEVEN people I want to see right now:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
1. -
2. -
3. -
4. -
5. -
6. -
7. -

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;SEVEN people who should also do this:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113724352298369845?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113724352298369845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113724352298369845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113724352298369845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113724352298369845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/edit-your-arms-are-my-castle-your.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113715683905816669</id><published>2006-01-13T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T21:09:37.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I thought I was your good friend. You didn't even invite me lah. &lt;/s&gt;

New layout. I kind of love it alot. Brown tones again. -_- I swear brown's so in for me now. Haha.
Anyway, I haven't been blogging &lt;s&gt;nicely&lt;/s&gt; happily nowadays, I've realised.
Most of my entries have been kind of down and all, probably because I just feel so dead nowadays. I don't know why.
Maybe it's because ... I really don't know.
I've been sleeping earlier and earlier, and waking up later and later.
From waking up at 5.30am for the past 8 years (Pri school + Sec 1-3), since this year started, I've been waking up later.
First, I changed to 5.45am, then to 6.00am, now I wake up at 6.15am. Haha. Kind of nice to sleep so much on a school day.
So nowadays, I've been reaching school quite late, always just 5 or 10 minutes or so before the bell ring or even later if I can't be bothered to walk.
Yeah. Then, at the start of the day, I'm always very dead. I don't know why.
This year just doesn't seem as fun as last year. AH.
REALLY, I'VE BEEN FEELING SO DEEEEEEEAD.
I can't laugh properly. Where did my crazy laughter go away to! Hahahaha.
I need somebody to make me go damn high!

Mahjong-ed with Kelsey, Amanda, Nisha, Charlene and Valerie just now.
Nisha won damn alot during the first time we played. Won like $52. : She was damn lucky! She kept winning consecutively, and we still &lt;i&gt;owed&lt;/i&gt; her money when all the chips were with her! Haha. Kelsey/Amanda and Valerie was declared BANKRUPT. Heh heh.
Then everybody was complaining like mad, so we changed places and started the game over again.
Short game. I won this time! :D

Oh, and I &lt;b&gt;swear&lt;/b&gt; I've been eating DAMN ALOT ALOT ALOT ALOT ALOT ALOTTTTTTTTTTT LATELY.
HOW. I NEED MOTIVATION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113715683905816669?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113715683905816669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113715683905816669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113715683905816669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113715683905816669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-thought-i-was-your-good-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113706521130529461</id><published>2006-01-12T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:26:51.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wa lao. I can't stand it lah.
I have tests &lt;b&gt;every single day&lt;/b&gt;. CO is so boring. My mother is so irritating.
Nowadays, I just come to school so bored, stoned and damn irritated lah.
I'm so fucking pissed.
Whenever I come home, the sight of my mother just irks me.
What a nagger. I don't even have any appetite to eat already lah and I'm like how hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113706521130529461?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113706521130529461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113706521130529461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113706521130529461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113706521130529461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/wa-lao.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113697031748075915</id><published>2006-01-11T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:05:17.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired!
Yesterday was a rainy day, supposed to go out with Karen to buy her bag and I buy my pencilcase/wallet.
But since Kelsey also going out, so I asked her along too. Bad choice! HAHAHAHA.
&lt;b&gt;FOR KELSEY&lt;/b&gt;, we took a train ride of 1 hour to Jurong East and then to Bukit Batok to go to West Mall to get her Converse shoes. -_-
Then stayed there for a short while, took another 45 minutes or so to get to town.
I bought my Ripcurl metal pencilcase! But it's kind of small to put all my stuff inside. If I brought that to school, I'd have to bring another pencilcase. So troublesome, so I shall wait until my pens decrease in number.
Ate dinner at &lt;u&gt;Pastamania&lt;/u&gt;. Yeah. Can't really remember what happened yesterday.
Oh, we saw Zora and Debbie at the same time, all at Tanah Merah station, and all of us were meeting different people. What a small world, aye?
That's all. Oh, Karen was wearing badges! HAHAHHAHAHAHA.

Then today, was dead lazy to get out of bed. I'm so sleepy.
Luckily I had time yesterday to go through my Maths notes on Locus, even though I reached home quite late.
I got full marks on my Maths test! Haha, but so did everybody else. It was so simple. Shouldn't have studied in the first place lah.
Then tomorrow I have another Maths test. Wa piang.
And today I came home straight after school because I got SO MUCH HOMEWORK.
Started as soon as I could, now's already 5pm and I haven't finished half of it. Yawnssssssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113697031748075915?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113697031748075915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113697031748075915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113697031748075915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113697031748075915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-so-tired-yesterday-was-rainy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113686267038770198</id><published>2006-01-10T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T12:44:15.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;
WHAT THE HELL.
LAST WEEK, CO WAS FROM LIKE 2.30PM-6 PLUS FROM WED-FRI.
YESTERDAY, CO WAS FROM 2.46-6.20PM.
AND NOW, THEY TELL ME THERE'S CO &lt;b&gt;AGAIN&lt;/b&gt; TOMORROW WHEN THEY ALREADY FCUKING SAID CO IS ONLY ON MONDAY AND THURSDAY.
WHAT THE FCUK IS THEIR FCUKING PROBLEM.

I THAT TIME ALREADY LET HER OFF FOR CURSING EVERYBODY GO AND DIE.
I TOLD MY PARENTS AND BROTHER, THEY WERE DAMN FREAKING PISSED LAH.
THEY HAD HALF THE MIND TO COMPLAIN TO MOE ALREADY. AND NOW, SHE'S BEING SO FCUKING RIDICULOUS OVER THIS.
MONDAY AND THURSDAY IS THE OFFICIAL DATES. WHY THE FCUK IS THERE A WEDNESDAY NOW. AS IF I HAVE ALOT OF TIME TO STUDY.
I'M SERIOUSLY GOING TO COMPLAIN ALREADY.
AND SO MORE THAT INHUMANE MRS BOO, ALWAYS PUTTING THE 3 AIR CONS IN THE MUSIC ROOM UNDER 22 OR 20 DEGREES CELCIUS WHEN IT ALREADY IS SO FREAKING COLD. SHE HAD TOO MANY HUNDREDS OF LAYERS OF FAT UNDER NEATH HER BALL BODY.
&lt;b&gt;End edit&lt;/b&gt;

Yesterday didn't go well for me. I must have woke up on the wrong side of the bed or what.
I was just feeling irritated from the moment I woke up.
Maybe because my crazy nuts father woke up at like &lt;b&gt;12 AM PLUS&lt;/b&gt; TO SING KARAOKE.
Wa lao, wake the whole family up. I was damn pissed. So inconsiderate. He didn't even think about the neighbours.
And then, the night before, my mother said that they would fetch me to school. So obviously I woke up like abit later right, but they didn't even wake up lah, since my father only slept at 2am plus after singing his stupid karaoke.
So I had to rush to school and luckily I wasn't late. Reached school like around 7.15am plus.

Then after that, had spot check on attire. Sec 4s and 5s had to stay at festival court to be inspected.
Mrs Loh nagged and nagged and nagged non-stop. Seriously can't stand naggers, like that Mr Boo also. Haiyo, they got too much saliva.
Oh, and Sec 4.5 didn't even get checked. Haha. We didn't even have to stand up in fives and raise our arms in the air or anything like that. We just sat through the whole thing.
Must be because Miss Pilo wants face. She just walked down the row and said, "Your skirts better be unrolled" and stuff like that.

Yeah, the day was super boring yesterday lah. Aiyah. Can't stand it. CO was boring.
Dinner with Cindy, Denyse, Karen, Natalie and Jaslyn again. Ate little bit of carrot cake only. Yeah, then I had to walk all the way home from Tanah Merah. Argh.
So I was damn sleepy that I actually skipped my &lt;u&gt;Project Runway&lt;/u&gt;.

Oh, and then I bought 2 FBTs from Charlene right, so that I had enough for camp and for at home to wear. Then I reached home and I realised that my mother bought &lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; FBTs for me. Wah, I was so irritated lah. Cause she like didn't even tell me she was gonna buy from me and I was fretting and everything. So I lost my temper and everything.

AHH. Yesterday was not a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113686267038770198?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113686267038770198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113686267038770198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113686267038770198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113686267038770198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/edit-what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113673195315909878</id><published>2006-01-08T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T22:52:33.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really really really really (x54610165045560561) very very very (x959504650256206
2) sad and depressed that there's cca tomorrow AGAIN.
I'm seriously so very sick of it. It's restricting my study/going out time.
It dampens my mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113673195315909878?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113673195315909878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113673195315909878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113673195315909878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113673195315909878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-really-really-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113671513960791873</id><published>2006-01-08T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T22:29:20.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Edit 2&lt;/b&gt;
What a beautiful letdown. says:&lt;b&gt;(Me)&lt;/b&gt;
YAH. SHE LOOKED WORSE. BUT YOUR HAIR AH.OMG YOUR HAIR.
You be love and I'll be a liar. says:&lt;b&gt;(Kelsey)&lt;/b&gt;
EH WHY NEVER SAY MELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What a beautiful letdown. says:
IT'S SEPERATED IN THEMIDDLE AND GOES FLAT DOWN.
grrrrrr says:&lt;b&gt;(Karen)&lt;/b&gt;
PPL CHANGED YOU SEE.
You be love and I'll be a liar. winks:
Play "Laugh"
What a beautiful letdown. says:
PPL CHANGE*
grrrrrr says:
&lt;i&gt;IT WAS FASHION THEN.&lt;/i&gt;
grrrrrr says:
LOL!
grrrrrr says:
LOL!
What a beautiful letdown. says:
FASHION!?
grrrrrr says:
LOL!
You be love and I'll be a liar. winks:
Play "Laugh"
What a beautiful letdown. says:
FASHION?!
You be love and I'll be a liar. winks:
Play "Laugh"
What a beautiful letdown. winks:
Play "Laugh"
You be love and I'll be a liar. winks:
Play "Pig"
You be love and I'll be a liar. winks:
Play "Laugh"

And so, we laughed all the way.

grrrrrr says:
but the sport day i look ugly.
grrrrrr says:
sec one i was fat and ugly
What a beautiful letdown. says:
LOL.
What a beautiful letdown. says:
OMG.
What a beautiful letdown. says:
HAHAAHAHAA
grrrrrr says:
&lt;i&gt;sec four im handsome and skinny. &lt;/i&gt;
grrrrrr says:
LOL!
grrrrrr says:
KIDDING.
grrrrrr says:
HAHAHAHAHA!

What a beautiful letdown. says:
OK ANYWAY. PETER IS SO CUTE.
grrrrrr says:
OK lucy is so cute
You be love and I'll be a liar. says:
OK KELSEY IS SO CUTE
&lt;b&gt;End edit 2&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;
You be love and I'll be a liar. says: &lt;b&gt;(Kelsey)&lt;/b&gt;
WAHLAO LA. SO FUCKING FREAKING HELL RETARDED. I LOOK LIKE AN ALIEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For you, I'd bleed myself dry. says:&lt;b&gt;(Me)&lt;/b&gt;
I AGREEEEEEEEEEEE 100%
You be love and I'll be a liar. says:
EH YOU GO AND PUT IN YR BLOG SAY BUT..SHE CHANGED ALOT. AND SHE LOOK BETTER AND BETTER! AHAHAHAHA.

So, in other words, Kelsey wants me to say that she's prettier. Haha.
Please open up your books and look at Kelsey, you can find her sitting at the corner of the first row. LOL
&lt;b&gt;End edit&lt;/b&gt;

So anyway, I was looking through the yearbook yesterday, and then decided to dig out my other 2 yearbooks from Sec 1 and Sec 2.
I compared every single person, and it's either they changed alot or there's NIL change at all.
Seriously, some people didn't change AT ALL in 3 years! Haha. I want to say names, but haiya.
And then I noticed that Miss Tan SL looked the fattest last year and the slimmest in 2003. Haha, okay.

I also realised that Kelsey was DAMN SMALL AND TINY in Sec 1!
I BURST OUT LAUGHING WHEN I SAW HER DMC/SEC 1 PHOTO.
SHE LOOKS SQUISHED UP. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA.
AND SHE HAS BEEN SITTNG IN THE FIRST ROW, CORNER SEAT FOR 3 YEARS IN A ROW.
:D

Y'all should seriously look at all your yearbooks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113671513960791873?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113671513960791873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113671513960791873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113671513960791873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113671513960791873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/edit-2-what-beautiful-letdown.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113662329756454440</id><published>2006-01-07T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T20:41:00.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;
I finished most of my homework except for SS and History corrections.
I got stuck at SS SEQ Qns 3. Then, I was so fed up with thinking about the question that I just gave up and watched Lost. Lol. I don't think I'd ever get started on History. ):
Okay, my brother told me he has no money to pay for my internet bills anymore (with him having triplets and all), and the bill's $50 monthly, so I guess I'd have to pay for it myself or something.
&lt;s&gt;Or maybe I'd just live without internet, I guess I can live without it? Oh man.&lt;/s&gt;
I've thought about it. If my father doesn't want to help me pay off the bills, then I'd consider really hard if I really want/need it.
If I do, then half my pocket money will be like gone, so I'm left with the other half. And since I don't even eat often in school, I guess my other half can be saved up/spent. o_O
Eh, can one okay. I managed to not use one whole month's pocket money before! So power right. Haha.
But maybe without internet, I can concentrate on my studies more. I'm very serious about my Os now.
&lt;b&gt;End edit&lt;/b&gt;

So went to watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0363771/" target="_blank"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/a&gt; this morning at Lido.
The movie's super nice! AND YOU KNOW WHAT, &lt;a href="http://www.williammoseleyfan.net/wmain.php" target="_blank"&gt;PETER (WILLIAM MOSELEY)&lt;/a&gt; IS &lt;b&gt;FREAAAAAAKING&lt;/b&gt; CUTEEEEEEEE.
He's literally my knight in shining armour! HAHAHA. He's so handsome! *faints

Okay, after the movie, went to TM to meet my sister and father.
My father doesn't seem to be angry with me anymore, after I bluff him that I found the camera cable (long story). Haha. He seems in a rather good mood too!
So anyway, bought $60 worth of assessment books today at Popular.
Then went to Esprit to look look, bought about $96 worth of clothes. o_O
I like only chose 3 tshirts, and it's already $90 over. Haha. I decided not to buy my $190++ Esprit skirt yet, wait till I lose more weight or something. My skirts are already kind of loose, so yeah.
Then after that, we somehow wandered into Oto at the basement level.
My mother was just saying she wanted a slimming belt, like the Fiona Xie's one, and my father actually said OK. Like, wtf? Haha.
So bought the slimming belt in the end, but not the Fiona Xie one. ): $298 man!
Then my mother tried the massage chair, $3000++ and my father actually seriously wanted to buy the freaking massage chair!
I was like NOOO, IT'S SO UGLY. Lol.
And besides the house is cramped enough. So yeah, he didn't buy in the end.
Then my mother went to try on Levi's jeans, the cutting not nice, so didn't buy.

So how much money did we spend today?
It's already over 4pm and I still haven't finished any homework! I better go start on some now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113662329756454440?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113662329756454440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113662329756454440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113662329756454440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113662329756454440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/edit-i-finished-most-of-my-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113659434101416810</id><published>2006-01-07T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T08:39:01.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mother woke me up at 7.30am because our movie (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0363771/" target="_blank"&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/a&gt;) starts at like what, 9.30am. I thought it was weird, got movies start so early one meh?
But then again, the tickets were from my relative's company, so I thought maybe an exception or what.
Okay, I don't know what I was thinking lah.
Then after that, I prepared everything already you know! Then she called and said, the movie starts at 10.30am. -_________-
Wtf. Wake me up at 7.30am then come and tell me I don't need to wake up so early.
I'm damn sleepy already lah. And I have &lt;b&gt;darn&lt;/b&gt; alot of homework!
I really don't know if I can finish all my homework and studying in two days.
It's just not enough time.

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wrath&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
1. Who did you last get angry with?
My father.
2. What is your weapon of choice?
My fists/legs. I'm too cowardly to hold a gun. Lol.
3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?
Not really.
4. How about of the same sex?
Yeah man.
5. Who was the last person who got really angry at you?
My father.
6. What is your pet peeve?
&lt;b&gt;LATECOMERS&lt;/b&gt;!, accusers.
7. Do you keep grudges, or do you let them go easily?
It depends who I'm dealing with.

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sloth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
1. What is one thing you're supposed to do daily that you haven't done in a long time?
Exercise.
2. What is the lastest you've ever woken up?
7pm at night, and I thought it was 7am in the morning. Hahaahahaha.
3. A person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't:
Primary school friends, like Jessie.
4. What is the last lame excuse you've made?
Aye, cannot remember.
5. Have you watched an infomercial all the way through?
Nope.
6. When was the last time you got a good workout in?
I think it was at Jaslyn's grandmother condo's gym, which was MONTHS AGO. hahahahaa.
7. How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock today?
I didn't use an alarm clock today, I hit it twice yesterday though.

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Gluttony&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
1. What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice?
Starbucks drinks.
2. What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event?
What, am I supposed to tell you how many litres I drank?
3. Do you have an issue with your weight?
Who doesn't.
4. Do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy foods?
Sweets.
5. Have you ever looked at a small house pet or child and thought "LUNCH"?
If I'm really hungry! Hahahaha. Obviously not. That's sick. Haha.

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lust&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
1. How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies/family)?
Er. Keith. HAHAHAHAH.
2. How many people have seen YOU naked (not counting physicians/family)?
None.
3. Have you ever caught yourself staring at the crotch/chest of a member of your gender of choice during a normal conversation?
ZONIA'S. LOL LOL LOL LOL.
4. Have you ever "done it"?
Nope.
5. What is your favourite body part on a person of your gender of choice?
Eyes.
6. Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute?
Uhh no.
7. Have you ever had to get tested for an STD or pregnancy?
No.

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Greed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
1. How many credit cards do you own?
None ):
2. What's your guilty pleasure store?
Esprit.
3. If you had $1 million, what would you do with it?
Save half of it, spend the other half like mad.
4. Would you rather be rich or famous?
Famous, because then I would be rich! Heh heh.
5. Would you accept a boring job if it meant you would make megabucks?
Nope, unless it really really REALLY pays very well.
6. Have you ever stolen anything?
I stole my sister's pen once. Haha.
7. How many Mp3s on your hard drive?
More than 2 or 3 hundred.

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pride&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
1. What one thing you've done that you're proud of?
I lost 10 kg! HAHAHAHAHA.
2. What's one thing have you done that your parents are most proud of?
Losing weight and getting top 3 in class loh. What else.
3. What thing would you like to accomplish in your life?
Travel the world!
4. Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?
Very.
5. Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors?
Not that I can remember.
6. Have you ever cheated on something to get a higher score?
Tests. Lol.
7. What did you do today that you're proud of?
It's 8.34am now, I answer this later.

&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Envy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
1. What item (or person) of your friends would you most want to have one of your own?
I'm very jealous of everything.
2. If you could be anyone else in the world, who would you be?
Somebody rich, famous and popular like in the whole world. Haha.
3. Have you ever been cheated on?
Yup.
4. Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own?
Yeah.
5. What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself?
Be more out-going.
6. Do you wish you'd come up with this survey?
No? Haha.
7. Finally, what is your favourite deadly sin?
Sloth.

That was a super long survey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113659434101416810?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113659434101416810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113659434101416810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113659434101416810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113659434101416810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-mother-woke-me-up-at-7.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113655133360984926</id><published>2006-01-06T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T22:46:21.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New layout! I didn't like the previous one alot. I realised I'm into &lt;b&gt;brown&lt;/b&gt; these days. My past 2 layouts and this layout have been brown brown brown. Haha.

I deleted my two earlier posts for today. If you didn't read 'em, then it's too bad.
But I was really pissed just now. But I've cooled down already. So yeah.

Got yearbook today! Haha. Everybody looks kind of funny and most changed alot already.
Time passes so fast right. Now it's already Friday, and tomorrow's Saturday. The very first week of Secondary 4 have already passed just like that.
Don't you think it's a bit fast?
I can still remember my Secondary 1 and 2 years with 1/7 and 2/7.
That was the most notorious class of the century, we got into so much trouble that you can't even imagine. Haha.
We made fun of the Chinese teacher and all, rolled eyes at Mrs Mark.. Aiyah.
Then moved on to Secondary 3 with Miss Pilo. Everybody didn't really like her because she was so freaking lazy. Everybody was practically slacking during Secondary 3 and regret it only NOW.
I didn't regret much last year over studies (except for working harder on Maths/Science), and I don't want to regret this year too.
The 2 months holidays passed mighty fast, we kept on thinking that Secondary 4 would start later, start later, but now it has already started.
Exams are already starting in February. o_O
Then I think April or May have exams again. Then July or what have again. Then October.
I'm damn stressed now. I already have a Maths test on Monday on E.Maths which I 100% DO NOT UNDERSTAND. Wtf. I can't stand Maths!
How. I think I'm going to fail. I really don't want to look back in one year time and cry, and think that I should have done this, I should have done that, I shouldn't have done this, I shouldn't have done that.
Getting B3 for most of my subjects is just like impossible (to get into a nice Poly), and I sure can't get A1 or A2. So I'm really pondering on exactly how I can pass my Os lah.
Seriously. How on earth am I going to get 15 or 16 points?! I really cannot imagine myself getting that kind of score. Really. And my CCA points are pulling me down. I should have just stuck with netball lah, at least I was in the school team. Argh.

I can still really really remember that I always wished I was older.
- In kindergarten, I thought primary school was the scariest place on earth.
- In primary 6, I wished I was in Secondary School because I thought that the uniform was cool looking. (Haha) And I always thought that our skirts were actually the primary school's pinafore folded in. Yes, so dumb. Haha.
- Then in Secondary 1, I looked at all the Secondary 4 seniors in awe, thinking WHEN, WHEN, &lt;b&gt;WHEN&lt;/b&gt; I can finally reach Secondary 4.
- In Secondary 2, I wished to get into a nice Secondary 3 class, like 3/6 lah. But wtf, I qualified for it &lt;b&gt;perfectly&lt;/b&gt; except for my stupid failing Maths. ARRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
THAT WAS MY BIGGEST REGRET. I WAS &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;THAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; CLOSE TO GETTING INTO 3/6.):
- In Secondary 3, I wanted to hurry up and get up to Secondary 4 so I can graduate out of this school.

Now that I've reached Secondary 4, I wished that I was in primary school again. I've learnt that you should just treasure all the times you had, because you can't turn back time. When you reach 30, you will just look back and think "Omg, I'm already 30". THat's such a frightening thought!
I can't imagine myself actually working and being 30 years old. And then I'd die. Ah, so scary.

Somebody help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113655133360984926?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113655133360984926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113655133360984926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113655133360984926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113655133360984926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-layout-i-didnt-like-previous-one.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113646320673058993</id><published>2006-01-05T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T20:13:26.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wah, today seriously sucked.
We had &lt;b&gt;one and a half hours&lt;/b&gt; of Justina Chan STRAIGHT, FOLLOWED by another &lt;b&gt;one and a half hours&lt;/b&gt; of E.Maths STRAIGHT.
Like how sucky. I was seriously falling asleep okay.
Some more after that got CO!
I really hate it. Mr Boo is right, I don't give a damn about CO at all.
Like come on lah, who cares about CO.
I'm just the one who shows it more openly, that's all. Hmrphs. I can't be bothered with him anyway.

How. I think I ate DAMN alot today! Super alot. I ate like 2 or 3 packets of Wang Wang, then abit of dao sa bread, then one egg o_O (I asked Adele to buy from the stall when I had a craving for it. Hahahahha), then uh, 10 fishballs! Then dinner with Cindy, Denyse, Natalie, Jaslyn and Karen. I ate fishball noodles! 3 more fishballs! LOL.
Yesterday got CO. Today got CO. Tomorrow have CO.
I'm going to faint soon. I'm already so tired. My homework shall be left until Saturday I guess.

Omg. I realised that people already know who is HER. Haha. Whey they so smart!
So embarrassing.
I shan't talk about HER anymore. Yeah baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113646320673058993?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113646320673058993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113646320673058993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113646320673058993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113646320673058993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/wah-today-seriously-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113637365538162410</id><published>2006-01-04T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T19:20:55.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG.
HOW.
I THINK I LIKE HER AGAIN. *SLAPS FOREHEAD.
AND I THINKS SHE KNOWS *JUMPS DOWN THE BUILDING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113637365538162410?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113637365538162410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113637365538162410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113637365538162410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113637365538162410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113632674664007414</id><published>2006-01-04T06:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T06:19:06.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god. The first day of school sucked. Lol.
I was freaking late on the first day of school lah.
And the prefects/Miss Pilo complained about me from head to toe. Like literally.
They complained about my,
1. earrings (prefects and Margaret Lee)
2. fingernails
3. bra (?!?!)
4. skirt
5. socks
6. shoes (?!?!)

Lol. My shoes were damn dirty that Miss Pilo actually don't let me enter Sec 4/5! But she still let me in lah.
And I'm still wearing those shoes today I think, unless I can find another pair.
I was dead tired yesterday, slept at 9pm, missed my lovely show. ):
I think today I'd miss my shows again too! Today got CO. Wa lao, so sian.
I thought Wednesdays no more already?!

Okay. I have to walk 14 bus stop and take bus now. Tatas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113632674664007414?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113632674664007414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113632674664007414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113632674664007414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113632674664007414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-my-god_04.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113621552586602992</id><published>2006-01-02T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:25:25.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD.
OH MY GOD.
OH MY GOD.
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG.











I ONLY &lt;b&gt;JUST&lt;/b&gt; REALISED.
I HAVEN'T FINISHED LIKE ANY HOMEWORK AT ALL.
I HAVE NO NEW SCHOOL SHOES TO WEAR. OMFG.








SO I GUESS I'D HAVE TO COPY LIKE MAD AGAIN ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL.
AND I HAVE TO WEAR MY &lt;i&gt;SUPER ULTRA DIRTY BLACK RAGGED LAST YEAR'S&lt;/i&gt; SCHOOL SHOES LAH?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113621552586602992?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113621552586602992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113621552586602992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113621552586602992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113621552586602992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113621455118159034</id><published>2006-01-02T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:20:21.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I actually wanted to blog tomorrow but haiya, I confirm will forget what happened today. So heck. Haha.

Anyway, did y'all watch &lt;u&gt;Project Runway&lt;/u&gt;?! Omg. I think it was freaking hilarious! Lol lol. Jay was fcuking FUNNY please! I love him so much. Lol. But I love Austin, my gay guy more! Oh, and Vanessa was uber funny! One minute sing like opera, then act with Austin in their version of &lt;u&gt;Gone with the wind&lt;/u&gt; (or is it Gone in the wind? Whatever), then give her stupid speech when she was drunk! Hahaha. Madness.
And you know what. I know Jay's going to win. He's so going to win. I can feel it in my heart and bones. He's the best. Confirmed. You know why.
Because I already checked it on the internet. Lol. Okay. Lamer.

Yes. So met Amanda LEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and Kelsey again. Kelsey, as usual, late &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;AGAIN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; even though Amanda and I called her continously.
Went to City Link first. Got my New Urban Male bag! Not really bowling bag actually, but it's nice! (:
It's a shoulder/sling bag. (:
And it wsa major embarrasment there okay. We saw the bag, and the price tag wrote $39 or something. Seriously. It was really $39 okay.
So we were exclaiming loudly, "WOW, DAMN CHEAP LEH." "OMG. SO CHEAP".
Kelsey went to help me pay. She gave a $50 note.
The staff said, "Oh it's $149". Like WHAT THE FCUK right! HAHAHA.
I immediately ran away. Haha. But I still bought the bag lah. If I don't buy, so lose face right. Lol.

Then went to Suntec City to find Kelsey's bag.
Don't have. So we took a taxi to erm, Pacific Plaza.
Went to find Kelsey's bag. Don't have. Sad case.
Went to find my super ultra nice Roxy wallet. Don't have. Wow, I wanted to cry.
Took a cab to Heeren.
Tried to find Kelsey's bag. Don't have. I wanted to cry for her.
Tried to find my Roxy wallet. Don't have. I wanted to &lt;i&gt;peng san&lt;/i&gt;.
Went to Paragon to try to find Kelsey's bag. Don't have. Wa lao.
Tried to find my Roxy wallet again. Don't have. Wtf.

WE WENT TO THREE DIFFERENT PLACES, AND ALL DON'T HAVE. LIKE WTF RIGHT.
And Kelsey's crown belt also no more. Kelsey's Converse high-cut shoes also no more! LOL. KELSEY DAMN UNLUCKY TODAY.
So now you know the moral of the story, if you see something you like, better buy it on the spot.
Wait a few days more, and it's GONE. Seriously, oh my god. Today was damn unlucky lah.
Then, my bead necklace ALL OF A SUDDEN just BREAK okay. So scary. And it's like I felt something behind me okay. Okay I think it was the wind or something. Bullshit. Okay, moving on.

So we went to take prints! I think we spent close to 1-2 hours at the shop?!
And we took prints &lt;b&gt;THREE&lt;/b&gt; times at the same machine consecutively. Madness.
The prints came out GREAT. I think it's the best prints I've taken so far this year! Lol. Obviously. It's only the 2nd day of the year. Okay, I think I'm damn lame. Haha.

Then we took taxi again when going home. -_-

We went to &lt;b&gt;three&lt;/b&gt; different places to search our things.
We took prints &lt;b&gt;three&lt;/b&gt; times.
We took &lt;b&gt;three&lt;/b&gt; taxis.

I hate the number three.
Oh, did I mention? Kelsey threw away my bead necklace. *(%&amp;*#)(*@

7 hours and 45 more minutes to school. &lt;i&gt;Sian worxxz&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113621455118159034?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113621455118159034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113621455118159034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113621455118159034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113621455118159034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-actually-wanted-to-blog-tomorrow-but.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113611030864127501</id><published>2006-01-01T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T21:15:43.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;
New layout! :D
Spent forever doing it. The scrollbar's abit screwed and ugly. But heck. I shall fix it another time. Haha. Okay whatever.
I'm going to hunt down my Adidas/New Urban Male bowling bags tomorrow!
Wish me luck okay! (:
&lt;b&gt;End edit&lt;/b&gt;

Time for &lt;b&gt;New Year Resolutions&lt;/b&gt;! I'm putting it up on my side content to see if I can achieve like at least one of them. -_-

1. 17 points or lower for O's.
2. Talk to my father more.
3. Get down to *0kg.
4. Find the most absolutely drop-dead beautiful white dress for Graduation Night.
5. Find a beng boyfriend. (HAHHAHAA)
6. Pass Maths lah, for God's sake.
7. Pass Science lah, for Christ's sake.
8. Make my nephew and nieces the coolest children around. (:
9. Get a good job after O's.
10. Be more filial.
11. Let people remember me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113611030864127501?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113611030864127501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113611030864127501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113611030864127501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113611030864127501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/edit-new-layout-d-spent-forever-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113610886780131995</id><published>2006-01-01T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T17:59:13.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, by the way, thanks to KELSEY YEO again (haha), people are complaining about Mothers.

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If you went to Orchard, this is what you would expect. Xiaxue fully understands what the girls go through. Time to get a boyfriend. I never thought I would be &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; desperate! Haha. But seriously, you would feel much more protected under last night's circumstances.
Let me lift some quotes from her &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; which I TOTALLY AGREE.

"Girls were huddled tightly around guys, the &lt;b&gt;male ratio to female was 10:1.&lt;/b&gt;"

"And the men, Singaporean guys included (though much less), were &lt;b&gt;mostly armed with aerosol foam&lt;/b&gt;."

"&lt;b&gt;If you think it is funny, please try to imagine the foam on your face, sprayed by a stranger you want no dealings with.&lt;/b&gt;"

"&lt;b&gt;I expect a ban of these foreign workers from Orchard or City hall&lt;/b&gt; is not going to happen, so I am gonna petition for the next best thing: The banning of these aerosol foam sprays."

"You have no idea how serious the situation is. &lt;b&gt;Being blinded by foam, and then molested while you are struggling with the foam on your face&lt;/b&gt; - how's that for Happy New Year?"

"These sprays can be sprayed from a distance. Even if you want to whack the person who sprayed you, you will be too damn far away."

&lt;a href="http://new.petitiononline.com/aerosol/petition.html" target="_blank"&gt;PETITION&lt;/a&gt; Sign it if you're a human.

Anyway, I'm starting to think Bengs are quite cool. Haha.

"He was botak and rather stout, and the four or so boys had two girls with them, whom they were protecting with all their might.Botak leader walked in front with a swagger, and when the *cough* (I am dying to use the B word) foreign workers sprayed at their girls, Botak would run towards the FWs and shout at them.Blindly, I held on to the back of his tee, seeking some protection, and he never once turned back to look at me coz I think he really was used to unknown girls being behind him already. Plus, he was always too busy shouting. One of Botak's heavy-set friend, the strong silent type, actually went behind the group of us girls, and said in Chinese, "Don't worry, I will be behind you all.""

Wow. Why didn't we meet them. We only tagged behind one ah ma. Haha! But then, nobody sprayed at her AT ALL. Wtf. Lol.

Okay anyway. I seriously think I love Bengs now.

"the young beng boyfriends of the girls buy bottles back to only spray at foreign workers"

Oh my. So hero lah! *swoons.

Above " ..." was taken from &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113610886780131995?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113610886780131995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113610886780131995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113610886780131995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113610886780131995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-by-way-thanks-to-kelsey-yeo-again.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113610664944572432</id><published>2006-01-01T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T17:14:14.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!&lt;/b&gt; (:
Okay. Haha.

Met Karen at &lt;s&gt;4.30pm&lt;/s&gt; 5pm I think. She was damn late lah! As usual.
Then after that the train came at Aljunied and then she arrived and she asked me to run into the train and said she'd come find me. Like how to lah, the train so damn crowded. Haha.
So we had to meet at City Hall instead. o_O
Anyway, you know what. You know what. Do you FCUKING know what.
&lt;b&gt;MY ADIDAS BOWLING BAG IS GONE&lt;/b&gt;. YES GONE. OMFG. I WAS DAMN FREAKING SAD PLEASE. SUPER SAD. I ALMOST CRIED. SERIOUSLY. ):

So we were at Pacific Plaza, then yeah, saw, aye, let me see ah.
Zora. Ethel. Lynette. Shirleen. Gloria. Siew Cheng. Did I miss anyone out. Aye, not that I can remember anyway. Haha. Yeah.
So anyway, Zora and Shirleen's not scared of me anymore! Friendly Mell. Haha. Lol.

So after that Karen and I went to meet Cindy and Denyse. Then something funny happened.
We were at the escalator going down right, then this old woman suddenly came inbetween of us, split us up and stood right there. Haha. Abit weird right! Then Karen and I were like trying hard not to laugh. Haha. Okay, it was funny then.

So we were late, anyway went to eat at Marina South. We waited damn long for a table!
Then eat eat eat. Karen left. Cindy and Denyse kept on eating. Cindy still kept on eating, eating, and eating. Lol.
Then we went to meet Syy, Jaslyn and Hazel. We met up with Hazel for like less than 10 minutes.
Soon she left then the rest of us went to walk. It was kind of impossible to walk through Orchard. We were squeezed like mad. &lt;b&gt;SO MANY MAMAS/MOTHERS&lt;/b&gt;. Omfg. I hate them like MAD.
Then after that we got sprayed by foam like mad. So we bought 5 cans too. Spray spray spray. Quite fun lah. Jaslyn and Syy left at 11.30pm.
Cindy, Denyse and I continued.

That was when it got fcuking mad. Now I really can say that I know what it likes to be in a riot. Seriously. If you were at Orchard last night, on New Year's Eve, you would have died, to speak mildly.
All the stupid fcuking bastardy Mothers. They're like shit. They smell like shit. They're like and smell like the flies on the shit. They're like and smell like the dirt on the flies on the shit. Okay. You get the point right. I've never hated anybodies (SP? Haha) so MUCH before. Really.
Half an hour before New Year, things were already getting damn havoc. We were sprayed like mad &lt;b&gt;ON THE FACE&lt;/b&gt;. FUCK THEM LAH.
Then this cool woman started scolding this stupid Mother who sprayed on her. Wow, she's damn powerful! She was shouting all kind of vulgarities at him like mad and the stupid Mother still smiled at her. Then after she finally finished, everybody cheered for her. Good for her. I'm her fan. Haha.

This bitch policewoman suddenly stopped me and warned me to stop spraying people. Like what the fuck lah. So many hundreds of people spraying, tell me for what. She so powerful then stop people from selling lah. Mad cb.

Wow. We saw alot of cute guys and yandaos yesterday! Like super alot. Where have they been hiding! Haha. But the worst was the Mothers. They're like &lt;b&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/b&gt;
E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E. EVERY DEGREE YOU TURN, YOU'D SEE ONE WHOLE BIG GROUP OF THEM. AND THEY SMELL LIKE FCUK.

THEN CAME THE WORST MOMENT OF MY LIFE. THE SCARIEST.
They were counting down to New Year already right. Then Denyse, Cindy and I already experienced what was it like to walk through the crowd. It was seriously impossible to walk and if you walked, all the bengs and Mothers will squeeze in with you.
So we stood at one corner. Then the stupid group of Mothers were counting down, and when the moment came, THEY IMMEDIATELY STARTED SPRAYING AT YOUR WHOLE BODY, ESPECIALLY YOUR FACE.
AND THE WORST THING IS THAT YOU CAN'T RUN ANYWHERE AT ALL.
SO WE 3 JUST HELD ON TO EACH OTHER AND TRIED LIKE MAD TO WALK THROUGH THE THICK THRONG. BUT THE STUPID MOTHERS WOULD'N'T STOP SPRAYING.
AND IT'S SERIOUSLY DAMN DIFFICULT TO BREATHE. WHEN THEY SEE THAT YOU HAVE BEEN SPRAYED, THEY SPRAY YOU ALOT MORE. AND WHEN YOU SCREAM, THEY THINK YOU'RE EXCITED, SO THEY SPRAY EVEN MORE ON YOU. AND YOU CAN'T EVEN LOOK UP SO WE LOOKED DOWN AND WALKED.
AND YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCKING MOTHERS DID. THEY SPRAYED DOWNWARDS, SO THE SPRAY WOULD GET INTO HER EYES AND ON OUR FACE LAH.
FUCK THEM. I WANT TO KILL ALL OF THEM.
BOMB THEM ALL UP.

THEY ONLY KNOW HOW SPRAY SMELLY FOAM ON PEOPLE, PUSH AND SQUEEZE PEOPLE AND TOUCH GIRLS. FREAKING ASSHOLES.
Okay, blogging about them is making me more pissed.
Oh, all the police there all show off only. THey only know how to warn teens, but they do nothing about the mad and dirty Mothers. They just stand there and act macho only. Fcuking useless.

I'm gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113610664944572432?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113610664944572432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113610664944572432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113610664944572432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113610664944572432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113601513378322634</id><published>2005-12-31T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:45:33.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's raining! Oh man. This sucks. Haha.
Supposed to meet Karen at like 4pm. But now rain. So sian.
We shall meet later then. Haha. Okay whatever.

You know what I realised. I wear skirt today then abit not convenient for countdown later right.
Haiya, but heck. If I change my bottom, I have to change my entire outfit! Damn lazy. Oh wells.
And I'm considering whether to wear my new silver shoes! But raining ah, what if spoil. Oh man.
Then if I wear that, will it be too &lt;i&gt;kua zhang&lt;/i&gt;. Okay whatever.
I'm thinking too much. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113601513378322634?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113601513378322634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113601513378322634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113601513378322634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113601513378322634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-raining-oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113600050331487523</id><published>2005-12-31T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T12:11:07.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;
I FREAKING WANT MY ADIDAS BOWLING BAG/NEW URBAN MALE BOWLING BAG NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
Oh my gawwd. Seriously, you should get your own sense of style.
&lt;b&gt;End edit&lt;/b&gt;

I was damn sick yesterday! Must be because walked under the rain the other day.):
Anyway, it was my brother's 33rd birthday yesterday. So we went to eat at &lt;u&gt;Parkway Thai&lt;/u&gt;'s buffet. Quite okay.
Wow. I haven't gone to Parkway Parade for quite long and it changed alot. So hip now. Lol.

Then came home, everybody slept. I slept for up to 4 hours over then had to get up to go eat birthday dinner at the &lt;u&gt;Jumbo&lt;/u&gt; seafood restaurant at Serangoon.
So bloody far. I can't stand long car rides. Yeah, ate with mummy, daddy, kor, jie, Sharon (sister-in-law), Gevin (brother-in-law) and Gevin's parents.
Before that, my sister went to the hospital. She thought she was pregnant. But false alarm. Haha.
Yeah, I finished like 5 over packets of tissue in one hour then my parents + sister's parents-in-law made me drink the bottle of whiskey they brought.
And I had to drink like the concentrated one, without ice nor water added. DIAO.
Lol. I swear they're damn weird! But whiskey did help my nose. (:

Stayed there for quite long then by the time I came back home, my 9 pm show, &lt;u&gt;Love Concierge&lt;/u&gt; finish already! ):
Sad case.

Okay. Later will be exciting! (:
Shall go with Karen to hunt our bags (given that she can wake up), then steamboating then countdown!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113600050331487523?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113600050331487523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113600050331487523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113600050331487523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113600050331487523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2005/12/edit-i-freaking-want-my-adidas-bowling.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113587258665587640</id><published>2005-12-30T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T00:09:46.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my brother's birthday!
He's 33 already. Damn old ah.
He can wait for his three babies to pop out soon! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113587258665587640?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113587258665587640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113587258665587640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113587258665587640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113587258665587640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-my-brothers-birthday-hes-33.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113586697235320600</id><published>2005-12-29T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T22:40:23.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD.
TODAY WAS SO FREAKING, FCUKING &lt;b&gt;BORING&lt;/b&gt;!! HAHAHAHA. (:
I'M TYPING IN CAPS BECAUSE TODAY WAS THE BORIEST(HUH? SP?) DAY EVER.

Met up with Amanda &lt;b&gt;LEE&lt;/b&gt; and Kelsey today.
AS USUAL, KELSEY WAS LATE. -_-
Yup. Went to Orchard, Wisma Atria. Went to &lt;u&gt;Topshop&lt;/u&gt;.
Clothes and accessories there were super duper nice. Their prices are very nice too. o_O
SO MANY things I want to buy there! ): Anyway, I settled for this necklace. (:

&lt;a href="http://img458.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0082vt.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/5696/snap0082vt.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

Then went to Isetan, Amanda bought her nice &lt;u&gt;M:Industrie&lt;/u&gt; (SP?) top! Saw Yu Lin working there.
Saw Kimberly's cousin working there too.
After that, I think we went to buy Kelsey's super expensive star belt from &lt;u&gt;Chomel&lt;/u&gt; worxx.

I can't remember where we went later... Oh yah, bought some drinks and all.
Then I think we went to uh. HEEREN. YES. THIS IS THE FCUKING EXCITING PART!!!
SO WE WERE ALL DAMN HIGH, AND QUEUED TO TAKE PRINTS AT THIS NEW MACHINE. THEN KELSEY SAW &lt;b&gt;JOANNE PEH&lt;/b&gt; AND YOU KNOW WHO?!?!!? &lt;b&gt;PIERRE PNG&lt;/b&gt;.
OMG. I SWEAR I WAS GOING CRAZY LOOKING AT HIM. I WAS SCREAMING AND EVERYTHING LIKE A 3 YEAR OLD KID. I WAS LIKE PRACTICALLY DROOLING LAH. HE WAS SO FREAKKKKKKKING CUTEEEEEEEEEE!
YEAH. SO WE WERE SO OBSESSED WITH GAZING AT THEM FROM AFAR (THEY WERE TAKING PHOTOGRAPHS WITH A, ERM PHOTOGRAPHER? HAHA) THAT THE COUPLE BEHIND US HAD TO REMIND US TO GO INSIDE THE MACHINE. HAHAHAHA.
THEN OUR PRINTS CAME OUT TOTALLY RIDICULOUS.
ONE PICTURE, I WROTE BIG BIG "I LOVE PIERRE PNG" THEN KELSEY WROTE "BUT HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU". ): BREAK MY HEART. HAHAHA.
THEN GOT ANOTHER PICTURE, WE POSE LIKE AH LIANXX. AND WROTE LYK DEM WORXX. LOL.

OKOK. THEN WE WENT OUTSIDE TO SIT AND THE BENCHES THERE LAH.
THEN WE GOT SUCH A FREAKING GOOD VIEW OF THEM. JOANNE PEH SUCKS LAH, BTW. KELSEY SOME MORE KEEP SAYING SHE SO PRETTY. SO BLOODY PROUD. I HATED HER SINCE &lt;b&gt;FOREVER&lt;/b&gt;.
YEAH. SO AS USUAL, I WAS GAZING AT PIERRE PNG WITH LUSTFUL EYES. HAHAHAHAHA.

&lt;a href="http://img520.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0043ke.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/3382/snap0043ke.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;a href="http://img520.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0060gf.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img520.imageshack.us/img520/5458/snap0060gf.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

OMG OMG. JUST DIE. ): THEN AFTER THAT, HE WAS EATING LAH, THEN HE WENT TO FIND JOANNE PEH. THEN KELSEY, AMANDA &lt;b&gt;LEE&lt;/b&gt; AND I WERE SITTING DOWN LOOKING AT HIM LIKE TOTAL IDIOTS. THEN HE WAS WALKING TOWARDS OUR DIRECTION (!!!!!!) THEN AMANDA SAID HELLO TO HIM. THEN &lt;b&gt;HE SMILED AND SAID HELLO BACK&lt;/b&gt;! HAHAHAA.
BY THEN, I WAS REALLY DAMN DESPERATE FOR HIM. HAHAHAHA.
THEN YOU KNOW WHAT. YOU KNOW WHAT. YOU KNOW WHAT.
AMANDA ASKED TO TAKE A PICTURE OF HIM RIGHT. THEN HE WAS SO SUPER CUTE LAH.
HE WAS LIKE "OKAY. I GO THROW AWAY MY CHOPSTICKS FIRST" AND HE POINTED TO HIS DIRTY CHOPSTICKS.
THEN AFTER THAT, HE BOUNCED BACK AND SLAPPED AMANDA ON THE BACK, AND SAID "HEY!"
OMG OMG OMG. HE SO FREAKING CUTE AND FRIENDLY PLEASE.
THEN AMANDA ALREADY WANTED TO TAKE A PHOTO OF HIM WITH MY HP, THEN HE WAS LIKE, "COME AND TAKE WITH ME LAH".
THEN KELSEY AND I WERE JUST SITTING AND LOOKING AT THEM LIKE MORONS.
THEN AMANDA HAD TO SABO ME AND SAY "OH, MY FRIEND WANT TO TAKE WITH YOU"
I ALMOST DIED. HAHAHA.
SO. GUESS WHAT. I TOOK A PHOTO WITH HIM. I FELT LIKE I COULD DIE THERE HAPPILY. HAHAHAHAHAHA. SERIOUSLY. I KNOW YOU THINK I'M FREAKING MAD OVER THIS KIND OF STUPID B-LISTER ACTOR. BUT HE IS REALLY SERIOUSLY FREAKING CUTE.

&lt;a href="http://img470.imageshack.us/my.php?image=pierrepngandi5kn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img470.imageshack.us/img470/3555/pierrepngandi5kn.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

THEN AFTER THAT, I SHOOK HANDS WITH HIM!!!! (: (: (:
THEN AMANDA HAD TO SAY THAT WE WROTE HIS NAME ON OUR PRINTS. -_-
HE ACTUALLY ASKED TO SEE IT. OMG. OBVIOUSLY NOT. I WROTE BIG BIG "I LOVE PIERRE PNG" THERE LAH! SO STUPID HAHA. SO YAH, OKAY.

I have no idea why I'm so crazy over him. But when you see him &lt;b&gt;there&lt;/b&gt; as in, real life, he really is damn &lt;b&gt;dian si ren&lt;/b&gt;. He so electrifies you! I &lt;b&gt;SWEAR&lt;/b&gt; that even if you hate him like MAAAAAAAAD, you will just fall in love with him right there and then. (: Seriously.
Kelsey was so nonchalent about him in the beginning, only bothering about the stupid Joanne Peh, but in the end, she regretted SO MUCH that she didn't take picture with him and kept saying HE SO CUTE, HE SO FRIENDLY, HE SO NICE, HE SO MUSCULAR, HE SO BLAH BLAH BLAH. (ALL THE GOOD THINGS LAH). Hahahaha. We were really going crazy over him. Okay. Time to stop this.

Then yeah, went to Far East Plaza to find wallets/shoes. Found this pair of shoes to wear on New Year's! Oh, and we saw Zonia, Zonia's sister, Zonia's mother and Zonia's cousin. Okay family outing at Far East Plaza is just...weird. Haha.

&lt;a href="http://img381.imageshack.us/my.php?image=snap0071uu.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img381.imageshack.us/img381/1048/snap0071uu.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
HAHAHAH. NICE?! NICE RIGHT. I KNOW. NO NEED TO SAY. HAHAHAHAH. OKAY WHATEVER MELL.

Then we saw Zora, Zora's friend, Karen, Ethel, Lynette and Tiffany. After that, we went to Pacific Plaza. OMG. I FOUND MY BOWLING BAG. (*()*%()*#)(&amp;*!^&amp;amp;()%)_#&amp;amp;
BUT IT WAS FREAKING EX. $150?!?!
So obviously, I had to take my time to consider. So we went up to walk around.
THEN OMFG. THIS IS SO FCUKING PISSING.
I WENT DOWN, SET UP MY MIND TO BUY MY PRECIOUS BOWLING BAG, AND YOU KNOW WHAT.
YOU KNOW WHAT.
THE STORE PEOPLE LOCKED UP THE PLACE &lt;b&gt;RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME&lt;/b&gt;.
That was when we noticed the sign that they had a private gathering there at 2000 hours. SO freaking &lt;i&gt;sway&lt;/i&gt; lah. I was gazing desperately at my Adidas bag. )': Then after that, I was damn sian. ):

I WANT MY BAGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. I WANT MY BOWLING BAG.

Okay. I'm damn super hungry now. I haven't eaten anything the whole day! Except for Kit-Kat.
This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113586697235320600?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113586697235320600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113586697235320600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113586697235320600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113586697235320600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113575195424914883</id><published>2005-12-28T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T16:25:45.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit3&lt;/b&gt;
I just spilt water over my sister's laptop, my mp3, my webcam and my handphone.
I AM SO FREAKING &lt;u&gt;DEAD&lt;/u&gt;!
&lt;b&gt;End edit 3&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;b&gt;Edit 2&lt;/b&gt;
OMG. OMG.
&lt;a href="http://img455.imageshack.us/my.php?image=lostkisstwo3no.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img455.imageshack.us/img455/1646/lostkisstwo3no.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Did you just hear my heart break! My heart so pain now. Haha. ):):
THAT'S IT. HE'S OFF MY LAYOUT! Hmrph.
&lt;b&gt;End edit 2&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;
I told you! I told you, every guy that I like is GAY. (I'M KIDDING LAH)

&lt;a href="http://img467.imageshack.us/my.php?image=lostkiss8rn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img467.imageshack.us/img467/673/lostkiss8rn.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Hahahaha. (They're from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0411008/" target="_blank"&gt;Lost&lt;/a&gt; btw; Sawyer &lt;3,&gt;End edit&lt;/b&gt;

I swear. Seriously. I'm going to put my handphone strictly on SILENT mode now. Forever. OH MY GOD. I was damn tired and sleepy yesterday already lah, then still got some stupid fcuker irritate me. At &lt;b&gt;1 AM&lt;/b&gt;. AT 1 GODLY AM, MY HANDPHONE RANG.
FCUK.

Stupid man: Hello?

The &lt;i&gt;minute&lt;/i&gt; I heard the voice, before he even finished saying his stupid Hello, I immediately screamed, "WRONG NUMBER LAH." and just hanged up. Omg. Seriously. It's like 1am. He's just unlucky that I was super tired last night and wanted to sleep so bad.

Oh, then I dreamt that my father was seriously sick and all. As in really. Then after that, when I woke up to get ready for CO, my mother told me that my father was sick the whole night, vomitting and diarrhoea and everything. o_O Okay I'm so worried for him. Smoking, drinking and age has finally caught up on his health. ):

Oh yeah, did I mention, the Birks that my sister was going to buy for me? THE SUPER NICE ONE LAH, it's &lt;b&gt;out of stock&lt;/b&gt;.
Just cry lah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113575195424914883?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113575195424914883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113575195424914883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113575195424914883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113575195424914883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2005/12/edit3-i-just-spilt-water-over-my.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113568053251329664</id><published>2005-12-27T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T18:51:08.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friendster is damn sucky.
My testimonials are MISSING. *cries

Tomorrow is CO day. *cries more

My long COOL hair is chopped off.
I swear it's the shortest haircut I've had &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt;. *cries even MORE MORE MORE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113568053251329664?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113568053251329664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113568053251329664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113568053251329664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113568053251329664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2005/12/friendster-is-damn-sucky.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113561256474978703</id><published>2005-12-26T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T23:56:04.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have alot of questions.

&lt;b&gt;WHY&lt;/b&gt; is it that every guy I like is GAY?!
&lt;b&gt;WHY&lt;/b&gt; does my MSN keep signing me out?! IT SIGNED ME OUT THREE TIMES IN ONE HOUR.
&lt;b&gt;WHY&lt;/b&gt; is that mad Wendy Pepper still in &lt;u&gt;Project Runway&lt;/u&gt;?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113561256474978703?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113561256474978703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113561256474978703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113561256474978703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113561256474978703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-alot-of-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19945946.post-113557907426540101</id><published>2005-12-26T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:37:54.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think the &lt;u&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/u&gt; is nice! It's so Christian though, talking about sons of Adam and daugthers of Eve and all that.
There's like 7 books in &lt;u&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;/u&gt;, and I've already read finish one! (:
And all the books are like, how to say, in one book? Haha. So the book is thick man.

- &lt;s&gt;The Magician's Nephew&lt;/s&gt;
- The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
- The Horse and his Boy
- Prince Caspian
- The Voyage of the &lt;u&gt;Dawn Treader&lt;/u&gt;
- The Silver Chair
- The Last Battle

Oh man, I hate this week. Just thinking about having CO for &lt;b&gt;FOUR DAYS&lt;/b&gt; in a row makes me sick. Oh man oh man oh man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19945946-113557907426540101?l=lesvoyage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/feeds/113557907426540101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19945946&amp;postID=113557907426540101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113557907426540101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19945946/posts/default/113557907426540101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesvoyage.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-think-the-chronicles-of-narnia-is.html' title=''/><author><name>»fifthteen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02439631323621402573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
