<?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-1729215353369143167</id><updated>2012-02-09T23:21:10.773+07:00</updated><category term='iPhone'/><title type='text'>Cheerio ♥ The Happy Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>13++ yr old Gurl/Lady/Teen named Yap Jia Wen :D
Studies in PHS.
Studied in RGPS.
Lurvies&amp;lt;33:
Food: Chicken Rice, Dark Choc, Sushi
Hobbies: Window Shopping, Playing the {Piano}, Playing Comp, Watching Telly, Playing&amp;lt;3
Colour: Sky Blue or Black
Others: Funny Jokes, Laughing and Smiling xD

HatezXX:
Annoying People. Disturbance when in concentration. SmokersXX. Inconsiderate People. Dishonest People. Insects. Creepy Crawlies(the smaller the creepier). 

That&amp;#39;s Me! Cheese! xD</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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>339</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-4674572614002779316</id><published>2012-02-09T23:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T23:21:10.795+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why doesn't anyone support me.&lt;br /&gt;I really just wanted one person, any one person to just say yes and okay I'll support u in this, so go for it.&lt;br /&gt;Just one.&lt;br /&gt;Because I knew if anyone else disapproved or doubted my choice,&lt;br /&gt;I knew I would just break down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still so not very used to JC life.&lt;br /&gt;I mean yes I made new friends, I have a nice class, thankfully, and the people are nice and all.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I just haven't actually readjusted myself to know that I'm now a JC1 student and there's gonna be a lot of changes like how we've to be more independent, and the environment, new people, new this new that.&lt;br /&gt;And me, I'm a person that hates changes.&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot stand changes, especially feeling like I'm going through all these changes alone.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how I'm so weak inside, and I just cry over the smallest damn things.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how crying always gets in the way when what I really wanna do is talk it all out to someone who will try their very best to understand me patiently.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I know people don't have the time to bother to listen to me talk, but I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;Really I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm such a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I just feel like there's another soul within me that's always doing the crying.&lt;br /&gt;And it's so hard for them to stop once they start.&lt;br /&gt;The tears just keep coming and even when I will myself to stop crying immediately to prevent further upsetting others, I just can't stop. Or rather, the other person/soul within me can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of everything, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so tired, mentally.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna pause my life for awhile and smack myself in the face to remind myself that I'm already in JC1 and I'm supposed to be becoming more mature and independent.&lt;br /&gt;And I must not be such a weakling anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone to be with me.&lt;br /&gt;Someone reliable, someone I can trust, someone who bothers to try to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo Rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-4674572614002779316?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/4674572614002779316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=4674572614002779316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4674572614002779316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4674572614002779316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2012/02/why-doesnt-anyone-support-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-8917199273241694052</id><published>2012-02-08T21:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:18:59.403+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously.</title><content type='html'>You don't understand anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the transition from Secondary school to JC is kinda big &amp;amp; I can't get used to it yet.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so different.&lt;br /&gt;Except now we've to work even harder since we're nearing our final hurdle.&lt;br /&gt;I just get upset and pissed about every little thing nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Is this supposed to be normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the CCA thing.&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if no CCA wants me.&lt;br /&gt;No joke.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the talent for sports.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the talent for dance.&lt;br /&gt;I don't seem to have the talent for anything but to join a club and society.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I wanna try, I really really wanna try something else.&lt;br /&gt;Like sports or well, something else, different.&lt;br /&gt;And it just makes me feel sad to know that I don't really have any talents or interests.&lt;br /&gt;I mean okay I have interests, but I don't even have a definite ambition,&lt;br /&gt;Neither do I know what I wanna be when I grow up,&lt;br /&gt;what course I wanna take in Uni.&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to have that kind of feeling. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think my dream is to earn lots and lots of money without working too hard,&lt;br /&gt;and I'll finally get to live the HIGH life of going to spas at least once a week.&lt;br /&gt;Doing a facial every night,&lt;br /&gt;shopping till I drop every weekend with my girlfriends,&lt;br /&gt;and just, having fun, while earning big bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just hate myself for not, for not being who I thought I could be.&lt;br /&gt;You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I were rich, pretty, popular and smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I envy people who have goals, as that way, they're more confident of their future, and hopeful too.&lt;br /&gt;Unlike me, I'll still spend the rest of my life, figuring out what I wanna do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two quick updates about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. I seriously, totally, honestly, definitely regret not learning dance during primary school or secondary school. Cause I think dancers really have such awesome styles and figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I forgot my second update. .__________. *thinking in process...*&lt;br /&gt;ARGHKBSDUCHUHCKSDCNKSDJCNSJKNJKNKJN MANZXCHBHFNCJDNCHREYHUE.&lt;br /&gt;DAMMIT SIA. I hate it when I forget such things and then there's this really annoying feeling within u and u just gotta try to remember what the thing u forgot was but somehow it's hidden in a small tiny compartment in ur brain and then u just can't seem to find the key to open that small freaking tiny compartment and this goes on and on and on and I'm talking gibberish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh nvrm. I'll post it later IF I remember. (doubt so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo Class Motto: SEXY AND WE KNOW IT! *Guys come out of Somewhere and start dancing*&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME RIGHTZXC.&lt;br /&gt;Yea baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-8917199273241694052?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/8917199273241694052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=8917199273241694052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8917199273241694052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8917199273241694052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2012/02/seriously.html' title='Seriously.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-2799528558311944291</id><published>2012-01-29T23:21:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T23:21:34.106+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>2011 has been an Eventful year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my O levels, and well, it was the FINAL year in PHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stares at the screen thinking of what else to say* ._____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Kay. This is awkward.&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious, I had already drafted this post on 2011 in my head when I was in the car some time back..&lt;br /&gt;But it seems like I've forgotten all that I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I shall just do this the usual way and blah everything that I feel like saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt all kinds of feelings during 2011.&lt;br /&gt;Happy. Sad. Excited. Angry. Nervous. Anxious. Blue. STRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;Well yea, I guess more of the last word from the previous sentence. Due to Os.&lt;br /&gt;I gained and learned many things.&lt;br /&gt;Some from family relationships, some from friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It already started on a pretty sad note on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really wanna say what happened out here, but well, I guess that's history.&lt;br /&gt;And then it was stress all the way and Studying..&lt;br /&gt;WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;I studied?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm not THAT Guai a student to start mugging and studying from the start.&lt;br /&gt;I still played, went out for lunch, movies, shopping with my clique and friends until just a few months before the Os did I actually start studying. FOR REAL.&lt;br /&gt;And that explains the anxiety and stress I felt.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I guess more events and stuff happened towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;Well, we had Dining Etiquette earlier, and well. It was held at the YCK Grassroots Club.&lt;br /&gt;Haha I KNOW RIGHT. We literally WALKED there in our HEELS. -.-&lt;br /&gt;It was quite funny, and we learnt new skills! That we never put to use afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I still had the worst table manners among my friends. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was PROM! I mean that was after Os of course. But I just wanna skip the part where I've to &amp;nbsp;talk about Os cause.. *sob* Cause.. It was just SO depressing just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea so where was I? Oh ya. Prom.&lt;br /&gt;It was really FUN! Haha &amp;amp; Cool (:&lt;br /&gt;I took like LOADS of pictures with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm like SUPER DUPER GRATEFUL to my Aunt and Uncle who came all the way to S'pore from Penang to help me get ready and look my BEST for Prom.&lt;br /&gt;They helped me to find this super neat salon to take care of my makeup and hair.&lt;br /&gt;And they also brought me shopping to find the most beautiful dress which many people at Prom complimented on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got busy after Prom, but surprisingly NOT with a job.&lt;br /&gt;HEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;I went out with many of my friends. Cliques. etc. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; on some days I stayed at home, slacking my butt off watching Hi-5, Ellen and Dr.Oz.&lt;br /&gt;OMG Speaking of which, I think Ellen is, like, the most AWESOMEST person I've ever met, giving things and presents and MONEY away to needy people like.. like THAT. *snaps fingers*&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS get jealous watching her shows, like thinking to myself:"You're missing out on SO MUCH, Jiawen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I forgot to mention, on the day before Prom, just THE DAY BEFORE, both my iPhone and computer decided to play a November Fools' trick on me.&lt;br /&gt;They BOTH broke down one after another, without warning.&lt;br /&gt;My iPhone started first, just by blanking out and it's battery was pronounced dead by my Dad after inspection.&lt;br /&gt;And then I wanted to use my computer to try to make me feel a little less tech-lonely, when the screen started flickering like crazy, green, blue, then BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;It died like 5 minutes after my iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds super drama but hey, I was super duper upset can.&lt;br /&gt;This just goes to show how important my PHONE + COMPUTER mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but there is definitely GOOD news after bad news, just like how there's sunshine after rain, light at the end of a dark tunnel.. Okay, I'll say it.&lt;br /&gt;My Dad bought me an iPhone 4S!!! :D :D&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the holidays started, as I said, I got busy going out and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt valuable lessons after that.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt about trust.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt that sometimes, life's hard in a way that, people whom you trusted a lot, can actually be.. I guess, different from the way u thought they were.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes what you perceive, or what you assume, may not be what they really are.&lt;br /&gt;Little boys and girls, even though u may not understand what I'm saying here, but well, that's life I guess.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to have such a naïve and simple mind sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I never ever would have thought it would happen. I mean, I admit.&lt;br /&gt;I had ever imagined of other people close to me doing such stuff to me before, but, I never imagined you. Never. Until it happened did I realize actually u didn't mean it when u said u trusted me huh.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe you thought it was a small matter, like u may find me weird for even being able to link this to trust.&lt;br /&gt;But when I say I trust somebody, I mean it and I wouldn't question any of their decisions or not believe their situation.&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, so far I've only remembered saying it to one person when I told her my secrets and thankfully, she's still a close friend of mine till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends come, and they go.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, they come into your life just to teach u a little something that u will use in future, and leave once they have made sure you're fine.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't have many close friends, and little friends whom I can be myself without having to act.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I'm alone or feel so lonely, I silently wish I had an elder sibling, elder brother(preferably) or twin to talk to, to play with, to just go out and have fun with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha my sister just said my posts are too long.&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I hope none of you think I'm long winded. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay I've gtg sleep now. My dad's naggingggggg.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo Goodbye 2011, Hello 2012. {:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-2799528558311944291?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/2799528558311944291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=2799528558311944291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/2799528558311944291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/2799528558311944291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-2486921546288904246</id><published>2012-01-29T22:06:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T22:17:23.737+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Updates</title><content type='html'>Hey Everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm sorry I've not posted for quite a long time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really busy. And I know I say that all the time.. &amp;gt;&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorryyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, a few updates first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. MY DAD BOUGHT ME A MACBOOK PRO!!! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got involved in a bike accident just now so my hands are now quite badly injured and THUS, I'm doing things super slowly now, since I need my hands for practically Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I received an L1R5 aggregate of 10 points for Os, and after misusing, it's 6 points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ouch. My hands really really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I WILL KNOW WHICH SCHOOL I'LL BE GOING TO LIKE TMR. O.M.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. SCHOOL STARTS THE DAY AFTER TMR!!! *PANIC MODE*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I realised I really Really REALLY like to drink Oldenlandia water (I think that's what it's called..) It tastes exactly like Soda water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I recently got hooked on listening to the song California King Bed by Rihanna. I know I'm slow.. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm totally NOT ready to go back to school yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I hope 2012 will be a new and meaningful year filled with hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeappos.&lt;br /&gt;So far like that lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha BYE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo My California King~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-2486921546288904246?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/2486921546288904246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=2486921546288904246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/2486921546288904246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/2486921546288904246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2012/01/hey-everyone-im-sorry-ive-not-posted.html' title='Recent Updates'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-6580061472095120282</id><published>2011-09-12T20:20:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T20:22:10.315+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrations</title><content type='html'>I'm such an emotional freak,Sometimes, well maybe most of the time, life just gets me down to the most low points and I just find it so difficult to get back up to my high point again.I mean I know that in life, We win some, We Lose some.That's why sometimes I'm afraid of losing. Because after we get to the highest points in our life, we just get to happy and feel so blessed and loved that we may not know how to handle it if we wake up one day to realise that we've lost it once more.Life is just SO contradicting.Sometimes I just feel like putting a Pause to everything.Like just hoping everything would slow down and not go at like 100000000km/h.Everything's just happening too fast for me to handle.Now I'm in the middle of my prelims, and then in just a month or two, O Levels, and then Lo and Behold.I'm outta Secondary school.Sometimes I just feel sad and grouchy thinking about why life must be so hard, why can't we all just have simple mindsets and just live each day to the fullest and be happy all the time and not think too much about stuff.Because someone once told me, Ignorance is Bliss.That is so true. I realised.Even though there are lots of posters, or quotes or what not on reminding us to "Live life to the fullest" and "Live each day as if it might be your last" or what "Yesterday was (something), tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift, that's why it's called the present." Okay maybe I sidetracked a little on the last quote, but it may not be as easy as it seems to well, live life to the fullest.I mean, who DOESN'T want to be happy everyday and life a stress-free life?Whoever doesn't must really be an idiot.And I don't like pretentious people. I don't like people who openly tell lies. I don't like people who keep fooling around and making fun of others. I mean, sometimes, yea it's for the fun of it, and even I may do stuff like that, but please. Not to the extreme. And sorry, but I just have to say this. I Love my Dog. I Love him soooooo much. Because at least he doesn't have the voice to tell lies, he doesn't have any motive or any schemes or what not even when he comes close to me and puts his paw on my lap. Sometimes he just whines to get attention and that's adorable in my opinion. At least even though he can't give any sound advice when I'm facing a problem, or even though he can't give me a hug or a kiss when I'm feeling upset, only licks, but that's the best thing, cause at least he's willing to just sit beside me and accompany me until I feel better again. That's my boy. If dogs were allowed at prom, he would Definitely be my first choice as a date. Sometimes don't you have the feeling that you don't even know who you can really trust?Don't you feel afraid to know if you're placing the right bet on someone?Like at first all may seem very smooth sailing and you're like able to talk all day long about stuff, but just one day it all goes wrong?I am Not trying to talk about anyone of particular, I promise. It's just a feeling I feel almost everyone feels.And I'm afraid of losing the people I love.Be it through illness, be it through old age, be it through accidents.I do not want to lose anyone that I love.Sorry for sounding so emo in this post lol hahaha.But sometimes it's just good to vent things out for awhile.xoxoxoxo I'm fine, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-6580061472095120282?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6580061472095120282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=6580061472095120282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6580061472095120282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6580061472095120282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/09/frustrations.html' title='Frustrations'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-5995892635808756877</id><published>2011-09-09T22:24:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:24:27.752+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello People reading this right now (:First of all, my internet sucks. To the core. I just get so so so so so so (x100000000) pissed each time I think of my internet. Like it works for awhile, then lags, then works a bit more, then hang, and disconnected, then it can work again.Omg. If internet were a person, it'll be the first one on "The People I want to KILL at the moment".Omggg I have so many things I wanna blog about but I've gotta try to fix the stupid internet problem first so..ttyl peeps.xoxo ARGH. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-5995892635808756877?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/5995892635808756877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=5995892635808756877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/5995892635808756877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/5995892635808756877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/09/hello-people-reading-this-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-195802293799234136</id><published>2011-08-15T17:50:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T18:28:12.826+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodness Gracious.</title><content type='html'>*Blows off dust from my computer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyaz People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bad. Haven't been posting for quite some time.. but hey, I've really been busy ya ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like my workaholic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some recent updates:&lt;br /&gt;(I'm lazy to type it all out in paragraph form so yea, bear with me kay.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I GOT A NEW IPHONE COVER!!! Its like a red cover.. Well the colour is like I don't know how to describe it.. like it kinda shines y'know? &amp; It has a butterfly picture in the middle &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm nervous for my English O Level Oral this Thursday. Like. Really really nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I Love rainy days with Lightning and Thunder and I'm all safe at home snuggled up in my bed with all my soft toys. Childish I know. But well.. OH But I also like to have a bowl of piping hot chicken soup to enjoy as I watch TV and it's pouring outside. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I know I'm posting more of random stuff rather than updates. :/ Sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I officially hate my computer. It always gives me random heart attacks when it fails to startup, or when it just hangs on me at critical moments. It's like, if there's a hidden camera somewhere in my computer taping the person using it (Me), there would be unglam moments with expressions like O.O or O_O or O.o or -.- or =..= or O(..)O etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm an extremely lame &amp; boring person to be with or talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm totally hooked onto games like Tiny Tower &amp; Sorority Life. Except for the fact that Winglam keeps trying to build more floors than me in Tiny Tower. Hmph! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I'm having SUSHI for dinner tonight! I'm a Happy Girl. (For the time being (: )&lt;br /&gt;Omg they taste SO. GOOD. I'M MELTING. *Salivates*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay EIGHT updates first (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo Woweeee~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-195802293799234136?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/195802293799234136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=195802293799234136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/195802293799234136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/195802293799234136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/08/goodness-gracious.html' title='Goodness Gracious.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-8148220301408457926</id><published>2011-06-21T21:33:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:34:57.421+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freak you blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hate You.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being such a jerk and Stop being so weird all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or else I promise you, I'm gonna abandon you and move to Wordpress or Tumblr or somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-8148220301408457926?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/8148220301408457926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=8148220301408457926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8148220301408457926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8148220301408457926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/06/freak-you-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-5043074403675103807</id><published>2011-06-21T21:08:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T21:32:59.383+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello People (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't been blogging for seriously quite some time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well cause I've been busy with hw &amp;amp; stuff lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha I went to quite some places this holiday..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, I seriously chionged out alot of hw in the first few days of the holiday kay..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm still left with alot, &amp;amp; anyway I seriously and highly doubt my ability to be able to finish EVERYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's close to impossible. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm left with English Paper 1, Chinese Paper 1, SS Essays (Uncountable amount), two physics papers, SS SBQ, and the last question of economics ws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically I crapped my whole way through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw I went to Universal studios recently..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hehe super duper fun &amp;amp; coollllllll (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha took quite alot of pics which I hope I can upload soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aww well u all know how I am with procrastination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the only subject I can score with flying colours without doing much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catch the irony in that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheesh. I think I've lost my writing enthusiasm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay lemme take a break before I get back to blogging kayyyyyyz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxo I wish I lived in Alaska or somewhere else from this hot hot country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-5043074403675103807?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/5043074403675103807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=5043074403675103807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/5043074403675103807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/5043074403675103807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/06/holidays.html' title='The Holidays.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-3937659210112906680</id><published>2011-05-22T20:59:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T21:08:22.474+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired from shopping (:</title><content type='html'>Hi! (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to revive my blog again (: Haha (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a short post before I go for my bath (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out today! (:&lt;br /&gt;"Pfft. Okay, so like u've never gone out before. What's new?"&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all of u are thinking bout that right.&lt;br /&gt;But ANYWAY. &lt;br /&gt;It was a really long &amp; tiring day today man (:&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my aunt &amp; sisters, heehee no parents &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;Went to Swensens @J8 for breakfast first (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha yummy breakfast (:&lt;br /&gt;The cheese sausages are seriously Awesome with a Capital A.&lt;br /&gt;The cheese literally oozes out when u bit into it.&lt;br /&gt;*drools.* &lt;br /&gt;HAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;then went to Tampines Mall to catch the movie "Rio"!!!&lt;br /&gt;Super cute cannnnn! (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha Quite Funny at some parts too (:&lt;br /&gt;So 4/5 :D thumbs up (:&lt;br /&gt;Thenthen went to have lunch @Pastamania @J8 again haha {:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we shopped around J8,&lt;br /&gt;My aunt bought lots of stuff for us &amp; herself haha (:&lt;br /&gt;I received some like shoes etc. (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha Thanks Kuku (: &lt;br /&gt;Haha Omg we were out from early morning 8am++ till 6pm in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;TIRING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, this is my SHORT post (: &lt;br /&gt;Haha okieees. &lt;br /&gt;Now for my bath, cause I stink manzxc.&lt;br /&gt;Kay CIAOż!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo Say You, Say Me. HAHAHAHAHAHA Cuteeeeee &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-3937659210112906680?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/3937659210112906680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=3937659210112906680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3937659210112906680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3937659210112906680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi-im-here-to-revive-my-blog-again-haha.html' title='Tired from shopping (:'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-9101673904851023358</id><published>2011-05-16T17:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T18:02:48.369+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My day filled with PIANO!</title><content type='html'>Today..&lt;br /&gt;was a FUNNNNNNNNN DAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I had Jayner &amp; Annabel over at my house (:&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously had lotsa fun (: Hope they had too! (:&lt;br /&gt;We played the piano, ate, played Monopoly and Jenga! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA OMG MONOPOLY WAS SUCH AN EPIC GAME! :D&lt;br /&gt;We screamed as we played, like seriously screamed! (:&lt;br /&gt;Well. Okay fine. Annabel &amp; I did most of the screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Jayner was more of the composed one asking us to breathe and relax ;)&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha but we laughed alot as we were playinf cause I was on the Lucky streak! &lt;br /&gt;HEEEE. (:&lt;br /&gt;So you can hear Annabel complaining and glaring and saying: "Be prepared to meet my LAWYER!"&lt;br /&gt;And Jayner saying: "Hai wth, life sucks." &lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA CUTE LA BOTH OF THEM! (:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SERIOUSLY Super duper fun (:&lt;br /&gt;Haven't laughed that much in ages ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played Jenga and Annabel chose the wrong seat.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA I bet she regretted too!&lt;br /&gt;Cause she chose to sit beside me, and I was screaming at her almost the whole time to "Be Careful!" and "Omg I'm seriously feeling so scared sitting next to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we played with my dog, Lucky! &lt;br /&gt;HAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;His epic reactions with us snatching his tennis ball were really hilarious and we were laughing and laughing (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha then we pretended we were in a piano bar with Jayner playing the piano and Annabel and I enjoying life sitting on my sofa.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we even pretended we were at a concert with Jayner being the pianist and Annabel and I were waving our hands in the air HAHAHA but we were stopped by Jayner as she turned around and said that she could see that we were waving our hands even by the reflection on my piano HAHAHAHA! (:&lt;br /&gt;OH OH and lastly, Omg this is embarrassing. &lt;br /&gt;Cause Jayner was playing this jazz, or cha cha piece or sth like that, so, ANNABEL was the one who suggested it!, we danced towards my dog at the corridor who was like staring at us like we were two freaks and he got a shock as we danced towards him HAHAHAHAHA CUTE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; we talked and played all the way till Jayner had to go for her piano lesson (:&lt;br /&gt;Heeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Love Today.&lt;br /&gt;Love those girls manzxccccccc &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say that my day has been filled with piano cause after playing the piano when I was with Annabel and Jayner, I went on to have my piano lesson at 5.30pm and by that time, I was already so tired I kept making mistakes during my lesson LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo Awesomazing day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-9101673904851023358?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/9101673904851023358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=9101673904851023358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/9101673904851023358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/9101673904851023358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-day-filled-with-piano.html' title='My day filled with PIANO!'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-1050152791200076125</id><published>2011-05-12T22:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T03:39:29.890+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooby Doo, Where are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nGeKSiCQkPw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nGeKSiCQkPw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dog is seriously adorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-1050152791200076125?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/1050152791200076125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=1050152791200076125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/1050152791200076125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/1050152791200076125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/05/scooby-doo-where-are-you.html' title='Scooby Doo, Where are You?'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-6225522844227842575</id><published>2011-05-12T21:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T03:39:29.818+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling blue. Irritated. Annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in those kinda "don't even think about talking to me" kinda moods.&lt;br /&gt;But my sister just had to oversee the part that I was already in a bad mood by complaining that there was no more printer paper while glaring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like HELLO? Who is the one that ALWAYS uses new pieces of printer paper to draw, cut, paste, and do all those nonsense on my table? In the end, I'm ALWAYS the one that has to clean up after you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you're blaming me for the shortage of printer paper?&lt;br /&gt;I use the printer paper for my work darling.&lt;br /&gt;And I print DOUBLE SIDED.&lt;br /&gt;See how much I love my mother earth?&lt;br /&gt;Yea you better do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of studying. I'm fuh-reaking serious.&lt;br /&gt;It's like, we're going to die next year (Maybe okay, there's no ruling out this possibility.) and Lo and Behold, we're STILL studying like there's no tmr to keep our grades up.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously won't mind taking the risk of quitting school like NOW, and going to travel around the world and making merry to enjoy the rest of my life before 21st December and XX:XX timing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself that I am NOT, EVER, NEVER, EVER, EVER, going to be a Chemist or a Physicist or a mathematician, or anything that has to do with those annoying subjects we study now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even get a clue as to why we're studying em now.&lt;br /&gt;Like, we're not going up to a fishmonger and ask for the price of a fish being $lg2?!&lt;br /&gt;That's crazy talk.&lt;br /&gt;Or like going to the beach just to look at longshore drift and inspect a tree to see if it's coniferous or has evergreen leaves or whatever characteristics it has.&lt;br /&gt;Neither are we going to a football field to measure its maximum area and find the second derivative or all those nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many other USEFUL and IMPORTANT things for us to do before we die (maybe.) next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;USEFUL things like:&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to drive a car/motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;Being able to watch M18 movies.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing the art of being a ninja and whacking your sisters at appropriate times without them even realising. (she really got on my nerves kay.)&lt;br /&gt;Learning kickboxing. (the instructor only allowed teens 18 and above.)&lt;br /&gt;Throwing all my books and graduate hat in the air. (Yea and then I'll organise a big campfire to burn all my textbooks and worksheets.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SERIOUSLY I'm gonna burst.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like EVERYONE'S iPhone charger has miraculously given up life.&lt;br /&gt;Only my charger is the surviving one.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE at home just loves my charger that they're lending my charger to use and now My charger is neglecting my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate moods like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I canNOT watch shows that are too emotional. &lt;br /&gt;As in if there's lots of hatred in the show, I myself will get too engrossed in the show and I'll feel exactly the feeling that the actor/actress is feeling.&lt;br /&gt;So it's not a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Charice's songs.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously adore Charice.&lt;br /&gt;She's so so so so so talented and her voice is. Omg seriously just indescribably beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying so much, it doesn't change much things, unfortunately, I'd still have to get back to studying Economics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo My Belief in Myself is gonna carry me through. Stay Strong Jiawen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-6225522844227842575?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6225522844227842575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=6225522844227842575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6225522844227842575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6225522844227842575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/05/irritated.html' title='Irritated.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-9041060395989035084</id><published>2011-04-17T22:04:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:15:24.235+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Love.</title><content type='html'>There are many things I love/like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, I love the disney character Sleeping Beauty. &lt;br /&gt;I think she's really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine, she's not real.. but I still think she looks the prettiest even in her cartoon form. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still am determined to think that Taylor Lautner is hawt.&lt;br /&gt;I think he's cute too &amp; a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;He treated Taylor swift so well, but she didn't treat him as nicely.&lt;br /&gt;And I got that piece of evidence from 'Back to December'.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;I mean don't u people find that he looks really cute?&lt;br /&gt;My gosh.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;He gives me a sense of security I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Haha Awww. &lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, a really weird conversation between my "smart aleck" youngest sis at popular just now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Randomly looking at some Justin Bieber book to find out How in the World does he get so famous.*&lt;br /&gt;Mum: *saw me looking* Hmm that boy's famous? I see his face in books everywhere. :/&lt;br /&gt;Youngest sis: YA. He's like so famous la.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know right. I wonder why..&lt;br /&gt;Youngest sis: Because he's 16..?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *glares at her.* HELLO? I'M ALSO LIKE 16 AND I DON'T SEE MY FACE IN BOOKS EVERYWHERE. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Youngest sis: Hahahaha Oh ya hor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you I really felt like whacking her then.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;No la. But she's really funny sometimes man.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;In an annoying way.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I Love going to Venice someday, but I HATE writing about Venice for SS now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayyos. I gtg continue my hw.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;SAD LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo I love taylorlautner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-9041060395989035084?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/9041060395989035084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=9041060395989035084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/9041060395989035084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/9041060395989035084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/04/things-i-love.html' title='Things I Love.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-2402146702231199429</id><published>2011-04-07T19:55:00.007+07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T20:14:13.595+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Book Quotes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been keeping pictures of quotes and maybe some really sweet paragraphs snapped from a really nice book that I had been reading, like, last year. Apparently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha. I procrastinated. :/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well anyway here they are.. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't give in to your fears. That's what sinks you.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;She looked at him and realised that she loved him, out of nowhere, pure and simple. She loved him: this boy who fit so naturally in the water, the wild, and in everything else. Sher loved him: this boy who seemed to grow up out of the ground itself. There was a part of her that had known this from the first time she had seen him. This was what love was: a landslide in your heart.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is my Favourite part:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ivy stopped abruptly, "Don't move."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zoe froze. "What's the matter?" She kept her head still and shifted her gaze. There was a butterfly high-stepping across her yellow shirt. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"They like bright colours," she said.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;He smiled at her, those dark tameless eyes, half bold and half-shy.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"They like beautiful things," he said.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Hope you liked those quotes people. (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Haha I personally love em, cause I think they're awefully sweet and awesome. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hahahaha (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxoxoxo Beautiful moments. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-2402146702231199429?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/2402146702231199429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=2402146702231199429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/2402146702231199429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/2402146702231199429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/04/sweet-book-quotes.html' title='Sweet Book Quotes.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-76268564392285333</id><published>2011-03-28T21:03:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T21:27:15.491+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments.</title><content type='html'>I've had my moments. My funny moments. My sad moments. My angry moments. My Happy moments. My embarrassing moments. and the list goes on. Embarrassing moments: Pushed a door that said PULL. Boo-ed! the wrong person half to death, thinking she was my aunt, and crying myself. Cut the queue of a person, Blocked the person from moving to another side, and stepping on the person's foot. On Accident. And it was the same Catholic High guy. Sheesh. Talked to an elderly in broken hokkien when the person could actually speak perfect english. Made my older male cousin cry. (I seriously forgot the reason.) Fell down flat on the stairs. Yes stairs, not ground. Thrice already. Talk super loudly when I'm excited. Laugh even louder when I'm getting hyper. O.M.G. Hahahaha I can't think of anymore embarrassing moments at the moment. HAHA! Well, anyway if u wanna know more, just ask anyone from my clique and they can randomly say out a super embarrassing event that included me. xoxoxoxo Crimson Turquoise Maroon Black &amp;amp; White.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-76268564392285333?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/76268564392285333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=76268564392285333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/76268564392285333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/76268564392285333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/03/moments.html' title='Moments.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-1428481945461269492</id><published>2011-03-27T21:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:02:56.092+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emerson - Mommy's Nose is Scary! (Original)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N9oxmRT2YWw?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" height="344" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; YOU GUYS AND GALS HAVE GOT TO WATCH THIS. Happy Laughing! :D Cause I did too. ;) xoxoxoxoxo Cuteness TTM! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-1428481945461269492?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/1428481945461269492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=1428481945461269492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/1428481945461269492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/1428481945461269492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/03/emerson-mommys-nose-is-scary-original.html' title='Emerson - Mommy&apos;s Nose is Scary! (Original)'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/N9oxmRT2YWw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-4171377599764362060</id><published>2011-03-23T21:54:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T21:55:21.958+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty.</title><content type='html'>It's always cause of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-4171377599764362060?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/4171377599764362060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=4171377599764362060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4171377599764362060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4171377599764362060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/03/guilty.html' title='Guilty.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-694994857439347789</id><published>2011-03-16T20:31:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:58:47.804+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes. Apparently STILL holidaying..</title><content type='html'>It's so lag over in Facebook yet so fast when I use Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;-..-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyyo (:&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been blogging in quite a while.. yes yes I know..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry :/&lt;br /&gt;*Gives the innocent big-eyed- I'm SORRY look*&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I'm still in M'sia! :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha currently in IPOH :D&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I've had Fun so far man hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;I seriously had a shopping spree today &amp;amp; I finally understand the TRUE meaning of..&lt;br /&gt;"Shopping till you DROP."&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Ann Ee Ee for helping us buy all those clothes &amp;amp; All :D&lt;br /&gt;Love ya (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha &amp;amp; so I'll be moving off to Cameron Highlands tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;staying over for one night,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's back to KL for my dental appointment,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; FINALLY. (Omg at LONG last. Hey, I also miss home kay. &lt;:)&lt;br /&gt;HOME! As in Home Sweet Home in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such. I can therefore conclude that I have SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;To complete ALL MY HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know holidaying has it's Benefits.. And Severe disadvantages. D:&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess this holiday has pretty much been REALLY Awesome with a Capital A :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to many places in Penang,&lt;br /&gt;Like Taiping, and the pagoda, Kek lok si temple,&lt;br /&gt;ATE LOADS OF STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;Dim sum, steamboat, chinese food, chicken, duck, Omg.&lt;br /&gt;I'M GETTING FAT.&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;Haha that's why I swam 6 laps just now when I went swimming ^^ HEE.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I doubt it's working. ):&lt;br /&gt;Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sheesh I sidetracked a little..&lt;br /&gt;But anyway this trip to Penang has really brought back lots and lots of memories.&lt;br /&gt;Loads.&lt;br /&gt;Like the moment my car drove into the gate..&lt;br /&gt;Okay I mean not crashed but YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.&lt;br /&gt;the moment I went into the house and I saw the house, everything.&lt;br /&gt;It was so last time, and then memories kept flooding back.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, there were many different things.&lt;br /&gt;There was a new sofa.&lt;br /&gt;What. Well that was the first thing I noticed which was different.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; of course there were some special people to me that weren't there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;My grandma and my dog.&lt;br /&gt;I love you two. (:&lt;br /&gt;Omg &amp;amp; u know there's this new dog at my house,&lt;br /&gt;well his name is ALSO Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Cause my previous dog that passed away is also called Lucky, so we named the new dog Lucky as well.&lt;br /&gt;So basically ALL my 3 dogs are named Lucky. (The previous Lucky, and current Lucky in S'pore &amp;amp; Penang.)&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;But the Lucky at penang is really..&lt;br /&gt;Omg.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Let's just say, he barks at practically EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;Excluding the maid there,&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG OH YA. The maid there, I call her Kak Dwi, SHE REMEMBERS ME MAN O.M.G.&lt;br /&gt;So Touched can. ^^&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to Lucky, It's like he Barks and Barks and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;I realised his Achilles Heel in just lemme see.. 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky: *BARKS BARKS BARKS BARKS BARKS X10*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Stands there Glaring at him*&lt;br /&gt;Lucky: *BARKS BARKS BARKS Somemore.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause I remembered something about dogs that bark at you show that they are afraid of you, so I decided to maybe try to scare her for fun to test the response. YES. I'm lame. Well, more of bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky: *BARKS BARKS BARKS*&lt;br /&gt;Me: BOO!&lt;br /&gt;Lucky: *Gets a shock, JUMPS, and runs away.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M FREAKING SERIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. It was SO. FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started playing "HIDE-A-BOO!" with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I've gtg back to my hotel room. (:&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha funny cause It's not as if I've been talking.. just typing. :/&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I REALLY GTG NOW :D&lt;br /&gt;*Hoarse throat* Haha bleh no lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;Miss y'all back in S'pore ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT WAIT WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;Just to let all of you know,&lt;br /&gt;my current favourite song is BACK TO DECEMBER by TAYLOR SWIFT :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA you know why?&lt;br /&gt;Well it's pretty obvious.&lt;br /&gt;Cause the song is about Taylor Lautner OMGGGGGGGG &lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;He was SO NICE to her. ):&lt;br /&gt;haha sweet la. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-694994857439347789?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/694994857439347789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=694994857439347789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/694994857439347789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/694994857439347789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/03/yes-apparently-still-holidaying.html' title='Yes. Apparently STILL holidaying..'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-567605171032822908</id><published>2011-03-02T23:08:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T23:10:03.821+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby by Chariceeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wdEd9DJpjMo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA SHE'S SO CUTE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-567605171032822908?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/567605171032822908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=567605171032822908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/567605171032822908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/567605171032822908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/03/charice-pempengco-baby-justin-bieber.html' title='Baby by Chariceeee!'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/wdEd9DJpjMo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-4528962272161765218</id><published>2011-02-23T16:09:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T16:22:33.029+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain.</title><content type='html'>"I HATE the rain man. Every single time I on the way home then it starts raining so heavily. Then when I've reached home, fully drenched with rainwater, it like IMMEDIATELY STOPS raining. Nahnahnah. *points to the sunshine outside the window* That's what I mean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA Laughed like mad when my sister said that man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even complained that the umbrella I lent her doesn't work &amp; she still gets drenched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would respond if I were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mean sis: HAHA Sucker. *points the loser sign*&lt;br /&gt;Sis's response if I were to do that: *roll her eyes at me &amp; walk away.* OR *fight.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Angelic sis: Oh my dear goodness, faster go get changed or else u'll catch a cold dear.&lt;br /&gt;Sis's response if I were to do that: *stare at me like I've been possessed &amp; come in to see if I've catched a cold.* Literally.&lt;br /&gt;Well cause I won't do that. Obviously &lt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I actually did just now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stared at her. &amp; started Laughing. :D&lt;br /&gt;I make a wonderfully mean sister I know :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, I LOVE the rain :D&lt;br /&gt;I really wouldn't mind if I were to walk in the rain (:&lt;br /&gt;Like I mean of course I won't dance in the rain. Alone. In public.&lt;br /&gt;But I think the rain's pretty cool (:&lt;br /&gt;Like when I mean pretty cool, it's a _________. &lt;br /&gt;I forgot the word we learnt in literature last time..&lt;br /&gt;Like when a word has two different meanings..&lt;br /&gt;Oh well yea like cause when there's rain, &lt;br /&gt;It's cooling. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; I find it really nice (cool) when it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap hahaha okay I've got to revise economics (NOT HOME ECONS!! ;) ) now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo Okay I basically crapped alot alot in this post, so pardon me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-4528962272161765218?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/4528962272161765218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=4528962272161765218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4528962272161765218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4528962272161765218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/02/rain.html' title='Rain.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-9072792711783484523</id><published>2011-02-17T19:54:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T20:03:02.029+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charice!!!</title><content type='html'>I literally can get goosebumps when I listen to Charice's songs.&lt;br /&gt;Ohmigosh.&lt;br /&gt;She's like a freaking AWESOME singer okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking serious.&lt;br /&gt;She just scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had her voice,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be stuck in this room studying all day.&lt;br /&gt;Man.&lt;br /&gt;Omggggg laaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;Her voice is seriously awesomeeeeee to the MAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE! GO LISTEN TO HER SONGS.&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL LOVE HER.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goosebumps goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I'm listening to 'My heart will go on' sung by her.&lt;br /&gt;Omg seriously goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, she's officially my favourite singer now.&lt;br /&gt;Hehhee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo That glare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-9072792711783484523?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/9072792711783484523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=9072792711783484523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/9072792711783484523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/9072792711783484523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/02/charice.html' title='Charice!!!'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-693267963890825553</id><published>2011-02-15T19:49:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T19:54:07.468+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines.</title><content type='html'>Happy Belated Valentine's Day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you had fun &amp;amp; received lotsa presents yesterday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxoxoxoxo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-693267963890825553?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/693267963890825553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=693267963890825553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/693267963890825553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/693267963890825553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-659951594905353238</id><published>2011-02-07T21:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:20:50.908+07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHARICE - IN THIS SONG ( LYRICS )</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xj18_dwCXmE?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-659951594905353238?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/659951594905353238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=659951594905353238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/659951594905353238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/659951594905353238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/02/charice-in-this-song-lyrics.html' title='CHARICE - IN THIS SONG ( LYRICS )'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xj18_dwCXmE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-8785627536779013028</id><published>2011-02-07T20:50:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T21:22:05.097+07:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY 2011!</title><content type='html'>Kohneechiwa earthlings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologise for not being able to blog for sucha longgg LONGGG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I REALLY REALLY REALLY have been awfully busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some updates from CNY &amp;amp; others:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It was a failure. (especially the angpaos part. *cries.*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I only collected 10 angpaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Altogether the $$ may be a 3 digit number..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. But REMEMBER. It's in RINGGIT. *CRIES.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I totally have not touched my donation card. (Okay that's a lie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I took it out to laugh at it for still being completely empty with no donations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I really need a Physics tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I completely do NOT understand some parts of Physics. Especially Pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I NEEEEED a Physics tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &amp;amp; My dog is adorable. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are two videos I dedicate to all of you lovely people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In This Song by Charice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(which I'll upload and it's found on top. (: Cause don't know why it won't embed HERE. ): )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of her really awesome voice, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe also some parts of the song. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Wish by Rascal Flatts&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xz32I_GbpeU" frameborder="0" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you will like these videos because they are specially picked for all of you by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-8785627536779013028?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/8785627536779013028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=8785627536779013028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8785627536779013028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8785627536779013028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/02/cny-2011.html' title='CNY 2011!'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xz32I_GbpeU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-257718002358745657</id><published>2011-01-31T21:48:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:50:30.488+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawr.</title><content type='html'>Still left with:&lt;br /&gt;-Geog ws.&lt;br /&gt;-Chinese Research.&lt;br /&gt;-Physics 13C&lt;br /&gt;-Study for Econs test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can forget about having any sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is still refrigerator like cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo Ice ice baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-257718002358745657?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/257718002358745657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=257718002358745657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/257718002358745657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/257718002358745657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/01/rawr.html' title='Rawr.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-4551594227303320909</id><published>2011-01-25T22:00:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T22:01:32.128+07:00</updated><title type='text'>BreakThru!</title><content type='html'>Omg.&lt;br /&gt;IMY BreakThru.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jiawen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo I came to party dude, what about you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-4551594227303320909?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-7531509174055633934</id><published>2011-01-25T21:43:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T21:59:19.248+07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be quick.</title><content type='html'>I only have about another 15 minutes before I've to give all the time in the world to...&lt;br /&gt;My BED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things to be happy about for me:&lt;br /&gt;1. There's CHAPEL tomorrow! (:&lt;br /&gt;2. I surprisingly finished my homework before 10pm today. Unlike other days where I only managed to finish most by 11pm. (:&lt;br /&gt;3. CNY is coming! Ooh lala Angpaos ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeappos. (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's not alot..&lt;br /&gt;but recently I've been like seriously extremely busyyyyyy..&lt;br /&gt;so Having some nice things to be happy about is already counted as a blessing for me.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I've another 13 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO~!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you people have been doing fine,&lt;br /&gt;cause for me,&lt;br /&gt;I've been on FULL SPEED mode these past few days,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it's really rare that I get to have an actual break for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH MY GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell u people?&lt;br /&gt;I Borrowed from the ohsomazing Bishan Library a MR. MEN and LITTLE MISS BOOK!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA OMG &amp;amp; its like super THICK!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;like there's 20 stories :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I think it's really cute.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being so childish..&lt;br /&gt;but hey.&lt;br /&gt;THEY'RE REALLY ADORABLE &amp;amp; FUNNY KAYz.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I've to go sleep already (:&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are.. closing.. close.. closing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo Sayonara. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-7531509174055633934?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/7531509174055633934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=7531509174055633934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/7531509174055633934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/7531509174055633934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/01/to-be-quick.html' title='To be quick.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-8445240975344438805</id><published>2011-01-19T22:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T22:33:52.146+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Joke Time!</title><content type='html'>Hahaha I just read some pretty cool quotes,&lt;br /&gt;so just wanted to let u people read just for fun (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car"&lt;br /&gt;- Unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remember the time I was kidnapped and they sent a piece of my finger to my father. He said he wanted more proof."&lt;br /&gt;- Rodney Dangerfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don't realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world."&lt;br /&gt;- Calvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why does Sea World have a seafood restaurant?? I'm halfway through my fish burger and I realize, Oh man....I could be eating a slow learner."&lt;br /&gt;- Lyndon B. Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been to an Al-Qaeda Christmas party, but I have seen the invites. No music, no dancing, but we promise the fastest game of pass the parcel you've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;- Omid Djalili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo Laughter is definitely the best medicine. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-8445240975344438805?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/8445240975344438805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=8445240975344438805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8445240975344438805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8445240975344438805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-joke-time.html' title='Random Joke Time!'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-7020187827896967123</id><published>2011-01-19T19:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:36:31.273+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl.</title><content type='html'>I love everything about being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shan't elaborate.. cause I really don't wanna sound like some kinda sexist&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh today..&lt;br /&gt;BREAKTHRU CAMP WAS FUN FUN FUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was pretty upset at first,&lt;br /&gt;cause I didn't get to be with my cliqueeeeee ):&lt;br /&gt;So basically I was quite demoralised at first,&lt;br /&gt;but I seriously do NOT know why,&lt;br /&gt;but I started feeling hyped up after I went back to my group after the briefing.&lt;br /&gt;Like I suddenly began contributing ideas &amp;amp; stuff,&lt;br /&gt;then it slowly became more &amp;amp; more fun! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha we said all those really Cool Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;encouraged one another,&lt;br /&gt;played all the games,&lt;br /&gt;strategised the solutions to each game together,&lt;br /&gt;and Had Fun together.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesomazing man.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay off to HW.&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to bring back my chinese foolscap AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo Oei ~ Oei ~ Oei ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-7020187827896967123?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/7020187827896967123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=7020187827896967123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/7020187827896967123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/7020187827896967123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/01/girl.html' title='A Girl.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-6917866406602858981</id><published>2011-01-15T19:43:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:34:45.493+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day.</title><content type='html'>Dearest Diary,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我现在的心情非常的不好。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my temper again.&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing my temper alot recently.&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I'm not actually able to control my temper well nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Like from a high S to a high D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TTGgyP8gw6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/_My42wOh7L8/s1600/Diamond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562403799913513890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TTGgyP8gw6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/_My42wOh7L8/s320/Diamond.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's why I like the diamond.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's the world's hardest object ever and is not easily broken or damaged.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instead, it may cause damage to others when forced (e.g diamond studded drills)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but people still love it loads &amp;amp; they are welcome anywhere and everywhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They hold great importance to the people, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and gain respect even, without doing anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's beautiful from every angle, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sophisticated in a fairly simple way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beautiful yet strong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;xoxoxoxo My barefoot cinderella.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-6917866406602858981?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6917866406602858981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=6917866406602858981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6917866406602858981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6917866406602858981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-day.html' title='My Day.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TTGgyP8gw6I/AAAAAAAAAVA/_My42wOh7L8/s72-c/Diamond.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-2204273928538988151</id><published>2011-01-14T21:15:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T21:40:53.018+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Utopia.</title><content type='html'>I want to live in a really beautiful palace which I can call my own.&lt;br /&gt;My palace will be 50 storey high, &lt;br /&gt;&amp; my whole family will be living there happily,&lt;br /&gt;Where each person has their own room.&lt;br /&gt;My palace would have all the High end facilities:&lt;br /&gt;Indoor Swimming Pool for 2nd Sis,&lt;br /&gt;Indoor Gymnasium for Babe,&lt;br /&gt;Spa for Mum,&lt;br /&gt;Fitness Gym for Dad,&lt;br /&gt;A rooftop garden for Lucky to run about when he likes it,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; an Ice Skating rink,&lt;br /&gt;Bowling Alley,&lt;br /&gt;Auditorium,&lt;br /&gt;An Extensive Library for Me,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; many other nice facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to go out at night with my family to admire the stars,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to watch a nice movie with my family all the time for free,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; do many many fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me:&lt;br /&gt;I want my own GINORMOUS Bedroom,&lt;br /&gt;With a super comfortable bed surrounded by all my beloved soft toys &amp; cushy pillows,&lt;br /&gt;And of course my thick blanket &amp; a side table where I can have my Breakfast in Bed. &lt;br /&gt;I shall have my study table at one corner of the room, &lt;br /&gt;With all my favourite books neatly arranged in a bookshelf beside my table.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a walk in wardrobe in ANOTHER HUGE room,&lt;br /&gt;Where I'll categorize my wardrobe to put my:&lt;br /&gt;Shirts, Pants, Jeans, Skirts, Dresses, Scarves, Jackets, Hats, Socks,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; others like Sunglasses, Jewellery, Handbags &amp; Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling hungry,&lt;br /&gt;I can go to the Food Eating Centre for a snack or for a good meal.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, no matter how much carbs or calories I eat, &lt;br /&gt;Or anyone else eats,&lt;br /&gt;They will remain slim without gaining the slightest weight.&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Rice, Dark chocolate, Sweets &amp; Hokkien Mee.&lt;br /&gt;You name it &amp; the top chefs will prepare it instantly specially for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm feeling bored or down,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to go to the rooftop garden to enjoy the sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll go out of my palace,&lt;br /&gt;Into my Royal Palace Garden,&lt;br /&gt;Filled with my favourite Sunflowers,&lt;br /&gt;Yellow and Red, &lt;br /&gt;That make up a whole field for me to just touch or admire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a huge playground and park beside my Palace so that my sisters can play and so can my family.&lt;br /&gt;I'll also definitely have a really awesome themepark for all my friends &amp; family to play with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the AWESOMEST part.&lt;br /&gt;School may be allowed, but homework, tests &amp; examinations are forbidden.&lt;br /&gt;People who Frown will be charged whereas people who just smile &amp; have fun will be rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Great place that would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo As my imagination runs wild &amp; out of control.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-2204273928538988151?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/2204273928538988151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=2204273928538988151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/2204273928538988151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/2204273928538988151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-utopia.html' title='My Utopia.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-4039081614047426719</id><published>2011-01-14T21:07:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T21:15:03.167+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee.</title><content type='html'>I have an extremely busy day tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going jogging at 7.30am with sis,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then I'll have tuition from 9 to 11 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then I'll be going out with Jacinth &amp; David for ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Haha poor david's gonna have a hole in his pocket. &lt;br /&gt;I'm oh so sure about that.&lt;br /&gt;Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; then I'll have to go chiong my hw so I can study for my tests on Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I didn't bring home my AMath book.&lt;br /&gt;Danggit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why JQ said he wasn't stressed at all when he was in sec 4.&lt;br /&gt;._____.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo French Braid. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-4039081614047426719?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/4039081614047426719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=4039081614047426719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4039081614047426719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4039081614047426719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/01/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-7172574759171196216</id><published>2011-01-10T22:41:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:45:02.752+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I be Laughing or Crying?!</title><content type='html'>Someone: Eh? What game you playing?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, some logic game.&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Really? So u mean like those 1 + 1 = 5?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Huh? Haha no la, and anyway how can 1 + 1 =5? Its kinda impossible y'know.&lt;br /&gt;Someone: Can what.. 1 girl plus 1 boy and you get a family of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do NOT want to know what was my response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo 哭笑不得的情况.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-7172574759171196216?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/7172574759171196216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=7172574759171196216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/7172574759171196216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/7172574759171196216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/01/should-i-be-laughing-or-crying.html' title='Should I be Laughing or Crying?!'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-3170363725455916210</id><published>2011-01-10T22:21:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:39:37.972+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad yet Happy.</title><content type='html'>Today was an Okay day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my Chinese O Level results today..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I got an A2.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was so so so so freakin nervous before that that I began crying cause I saw and heard all my friends who got their results before me and saw that they all got either A1s or A2s.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I would have taken it if the result was otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I'm also not sure if getting good results is a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;In a way, yes its definitely good as.. well, its reflecting good on you, and you did WELL.&lt;br /&gt;But if you look at it from another angle,&lt;br /&gt;what if your really really best friend didn't perform as well as compared to you?&lt;br /&gt;How would you comfort her/him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right then before I received the results, I was sitting with Yuju so I was holding her hand the whole while cause I was just so scared.&lt;br /&gt;On one hand, I was naturally worried I would just break down anytime cause I didn't get the grade, and I needed some form of support.&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, I was worried.&lt;br /&gt;Worried if my whole clique may get their As but I end up without the grade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who tried to calm me down and tell me things were okay.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Yuju especially for being with me to calm me down when getting back the results and for holding my hand throughout so I felt more comforted. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jiamin who gave me a big hug and said you'd treat me to ice cream if I got my A1 and calmed me down. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Jayner sis for comforting me by telling me that everything was okay &amp;amp; trying to calm me down. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Annabel for giving me a hug and also trying to calm me after getting back my results. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Winglam my master for giving me a comforting hug after the results release and CONGRATS for ur BIG A1 &amp;amp; distinction. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Yuntian for giving me the hug and it did calm me after getting back my results. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry to some like Willi who I heard called me when he saw me getting all worked up over the results.. I did hear you Willi haha but at that point of time, I was just so pek chek that I didn't get to turn around and tell you I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my other friends for saying I did well and congrats to all of you as well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my other really wonderful friends,&lt;br /&gt;even if you accidentally didn't make the grade this time round,&lt;br /&gt;I'd just want to tell all of you,&lt;br /&gt;that it's alright, okay?&lt;br /&gt;I know you all may be thinking like I didn't get your marks so how would I know and stuff,&lt;br /&gt;but I would just like to tell you that no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that u all have put in the effort for this paper,&lt;br /&gt;and even if you have not achieved the expected grade this time round,&lt;br /&gt;don't be disheartened cause there will always be other chances and opportunities for all of you to excel in other aspects.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 all of you, take care and God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are getting dry and hurtingg.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'd better go to bed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember that each one of you out there is special in your own unique way,&lt;br /&gt;and nothing in this world or universe can ever change that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo I guess Its time to Forget, and its for real this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-3170363725455916210?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/3170363725455916210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=3170363725455916210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3170363725455916210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3170363725455916210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/01/sad-yet-happy.html' title='Sad yet Happy.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-4376405949930996290</id><published>2011-01-04T19:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:34:08.937+07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the heck. Seriously.</title><content type='html'>Damn.&lt;br /&gt;My earring broke.&lt;br /&gt;CAN THIS DAY GET ANY WORSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*%&amp;amp;%$%#@!@#%$^%*&amp;amp;^%$%#$%$#@$#%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-4376405949930996290?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/4376405949930996290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=4376405949930996290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4376405949930996290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4376405949930996290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/01/damn.html' title='What the heck. Seriously.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-955752040282116057</id><published>2011-01-04T19:12:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T19:28:30.295+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing lasts forever.</title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty lousy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school 2011, and it's already a bad start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I can only say I hope tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm upset over the seating arrangement, because I really really really hoped I would be able to sit with Yuju &amp;amp; Winglam, but then.. oh well, I guess I should just count my blessings as at least I'm still able to sit with Joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Ms Goh came in to tell us that we had to hand in our CMPS project tmr.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else happened after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to talk to Ms Pierre about CCA stuff,&lt;br /&gt;and I was really really really tired and upset enough.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't library be a core cca?&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're telling me Library is not important at all?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now you're telling me that Library may not have its own open house on saturday?&lt;br /&gt;What school doesn't have its library opened on cca openhouse?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Just because you deemed Library as a NON core cca,&lt;br /&gt;do u even know how much trouble it has caused us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the best part of the whole day was going out for lunch with Yuju,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we talked and ate at mac for like a whole whopping 2 hours ++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then home-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I Love my dog, Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;It cheers me up when I'm just not in the good mood to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just cheers me up why coming over to my side &amp;amp; raising its paw at me wanting to give me a handshake when it sees me sad as I sat beside it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then after I put its paw down,&lt;br /&gt;it surprisingly put its paw up again and just touched my hand with it and looked at me,&lt;br /&gt;as if to give me comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Maroon 5 songs are really nice (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Yuju so much for recommending those wonderful songs to me (:&lt;br /&gt;They really cheered me up and helped me alot after such an awful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say what but I find Miley Cyrus's songs are also really pretty nice with nice tunes..&lt;br /&gt;some songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy, though, cause my sister is finally Primary One.&lt;br /&gt;She made lotsa friends,&lt;br /&gt;she said "more than 20!"&lt;br /&gt;Haha cute la she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't worry, I'll be fine soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo How am I supposed to feel?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-955752040282116057?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/955752040282116057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=955752040282116057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/955752040282116057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/955752040282116057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/01/nothing-lasts-forever.html' title='Nothing lasts forever.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-4352059598483303155</id><published>2011-01-01T14:08:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T14:26:04.598+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year 2011</title><content type='html'>I regret.&lt;br /&gt;Not having watched the first sunrise of the year 2011 this year. ):&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL DO SO IN 2012! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha went to Marina Barrage with my family ytd night,&lt;br /&gt;As we wanted to countdown there at first..&lt;br /&gt;But then it was really crowded with loads of people,&lt;br /&gt;Most of which were couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine.&lt;br /&gt;I walked down the Bridge there,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; there were all the couples there,&lt;br /&gt;Either..&lt;br /&gt;(a) Taking pictures &lt;br /&gt;(b) Hugging.&lt;br /&gt;(c) KISSING. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was.. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;May 2011 be a meaningful year to all of you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll type more if I go on my comp later on&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm feeling a little, okay pretty much annoyed,&lt;br /&gt;With typing in my iPhone which is currently lagging on me. &lt;br /&gt;And that is sooooo annoying. &lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye peeps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo I'm gonna sue you. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-4352059598483303155?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/4352059598483303155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=4352059598483303155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4352059598483303155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4352059598483303155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-2011.html' title='New Year 2011'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-6215530107779471252</id><published>2010-12-27T22:45:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T22:58:50.486+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A White Christmas.</title><content type='html'>Celebrated Christmas back in KL, M'sia this year.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun and I did and went to many places this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bowling. OH AND OMG. CAN YOU BELIEVE? I ACTUALLY GOT THE HIGHEST AMOUNT OF POINTS - 58 (: Hee, Okay it's not really high but.. Hey, it's &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;the highest :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ate ALOT ALOT ALOT of Fried Chicken Wings that my grandma cooked.&lt;br /&gt;Omg. You would NEVER believe how many big plates she had cooked up when I reached there.&lt;br /&gt;I think in total.. um.. 5 BIG plates. I'm serious.&lt;br /&gt;Haha but they're not ALL for me don't worry, they're also for my other cousins..&lt;br /&gt;But they only had a plate left by the time they reached my grandma's home.&lt;br /&gt;HEE finder's keepers!&lt;br /&gt;I literally had to FORCE myself to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Stop drooling.* (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to Cousin's house for BBQ/Steamboat party. (: *Ya I know. Eat somemore. ):*&lt;br /&gt;It was a really fun/funny time with cousin Hanxu.&lt;br /&gt;He was practically cracking us all up at the table with his silly jokes hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;Laughed like crazyyy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I ate clammmssss! &lt;333 but then after that I realised there was some alcohol inside,&lt;br /&gt;and my cousins kept teasing me, saying I was drunk already cause I kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha but it's christmas! A little alcohol won't hurt eh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I HAVE PRESENTS!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I've a little CUTE soft toy bear named MUCKY!&lt;br /&gt;I named it that cause it's now Lucky's dear younger bro. :D&lt;br /&gt;Awwww I knowwww. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha apparently Lucky likes it alot &amp;amp; likes to lick it and play with it hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;Adorable fella. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Mucky's from Shannie (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dear (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another present, which are bookmarks!&lt;br /&gt;Really cute ones kayy,&lt;br /&gt;show it to u people next time if possible (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Er Shen (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my favourite present of all,&lt;br /&gt;this Really beautiful christmas ornament,&lt;br /&gt;it's of an angel carrying a red heart in a circular case (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha super sweet &amp;amp; nice (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kuku! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay that's about all for my christmas (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure all of you've had a really sweet white christmas this year (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo My white christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-6215530107779471252?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6215530107779471252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=6215530107779471252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6215530107779471252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6215530107779471252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/12/white-christmas.html' title='A White Christmas.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-1742060568859255733</id><published>2010-12-23T23:11:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T23:20:50.094+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm being CHASED!</title><content type='html'>Okayy..&lt;br /&gt;I just heard someone sing the happy birthday song from another block.&lt;br /&gt;that was loud. .______.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee (:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I just remembered sth funny &amp;amp; I just've got to remember it by posting it here hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the evening when I brought Lucky downstairs for a walk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Lucky sees young boy riding bicycle.*&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it started to like run.. or more like jog.&lt;br /&gt;Like it was a coincidence and he had no intention of trying to chase the young boy. At first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky: *starts running behind the bicycle.*&lt;br /&gt;Boy: *looks behind and goes O_O when he sees Lucky also running behind him.*&lt;br /&gt;*shouts to his mum in front* MUMMY! MUMMY! MUMMY! 我被狗追leh! 怎么办?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hear the mum's reply cause I started laughing to myself when I heard that.&lt;br /&gt;Hee I'm mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: *stars pedalling a WHOLE LOT FASTER.*&lt;br /&gt;Lucky: *somehow started to run faster.*&lt;br /&gt;Boy: *Looks behind and gives the O_O?!?! face and PEDALS PEDALS PEDALS faster.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really should have seen his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Laughs* Okay okay Lucky, that's enough, *pulls the leash* let's go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox Love you, Lucky. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-1742060568859255733?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/1742060568859255733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=1742060568859255733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/1742060568859255733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/1742060568859255733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/12/im-being-chased.html' title='I&apos;m being CHASED!'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-4810152519588092249</id><published>2010-12-23T23:01:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T23:03:06.865+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry X'mas</title><content type='html'>I'm FINALLY DONE.&lt;br /&gt;with Zuowen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm extremely beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to tell u people,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going over to KL, M'sia for the weekend to celebrate Christmas. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take care and ENJOY the weekend too kay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo Yawnnnnnnn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-4810152519588092249?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/4810152519588092249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=4810152519588092249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4810152519588092249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4810152519588092249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-xmas.html' title='Merry X&apos;mas'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-6422804274364188266</id><published>2010-12-23T21:39:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T21:39:57.709+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese.</title><content type='html'>I hate chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-6422804274364188266?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6422804274364188266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=6422804274364188266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6422804274364188266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6422804274364188266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/12/chinese.html' title='Chinese.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-606278260066009352</id><published>2010-12-23T19:32:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T19:44:40.401+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheez.</title><content type='html'>I realised I'm getting more and more in love with spicy food.&lt;br /&gt;Is that a good or bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omggg I simply Lurveeeee Otak.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop eating once I've started feasting my eyes on it.&lt;br /&gt;Until my sis had to take it away and put it out of reach of me.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then today I also realised how yummy guavas can be when mixed with this sour/salty cheng pi?&lt;br /&gt;I think that's what its called.&lt;br /&gt;Man. I kept eating like about 7 slices of it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummz. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M STILL LEFT WITH CHINESE ZUOWEN.&lt;br /&gt;ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to understand any of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I wanna print SS with like two pages on one piece of paper..&lt;br /&gt;Is there any kind souls out there with that knowledge and would be so kind to teach me?&lt;br /&gt;Text/call/msn me or anything like that if u know pleaseeeeeee...&lt;br /&gt;tell me asap.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I think this is hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I google-ed to find the meaning of "未经一番寒彻骨, 哪有梅花扑鼻香":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found sensible answers (Thankfully.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pain, No gain&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;One who has never tasted what is bitter does not know what is sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I got an answer that made me LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not through a lot of to the bone cold, how get the plum flower to come into nostrils the joss-stick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Back to my cheena compo.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo How to write such a story?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-606278260066009352?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/606278260066009352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=606278260066009352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/606278260066009352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/606278260066009352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/12/cheez.html' title='Cheez.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-2220630985583504869</id><published>2010-12-21T23:38:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T00:00:49.040+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomising.</title><content type='html'>Isn't she lucky? This hollywood girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Britney Spears is actually rather pretty and her songs are really nice.&lt;br /&gt;Like Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Awesomazing.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get tired of it even after listening to it like countless times.&lt;br /&gt;No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm becoming a pig.&lt;br /&gt;I ate like 4 (or 5?) fried chicken pieces, a big bowl of rice, and surprisingly, FOUR bowls of soup.&lt;br /&gt;Even my dad was flabbergasted, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised I'll feel a sense of relief when I'm talking to someone via text,&lt;br /&gt;and when I reply the person with a text,&lt;br /&gt;and he/she takes a while to reply me,&lt;br /&gt;but let's just say in the end he/she somehow didn't reply me at all,&lt;br /&gt;I'll somehow feel a sense of relief.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's plainly cause it won't be my fault if I didn't reply the person..&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;Aw well, it's kinda confusing and not to mention SUPER RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry bout that, hee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think variety shows like 综艺大哥大 and 娱乐百分百 are really hilarious shows.&lt;br /&gt;They make me laugh alot (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay SOME people say I can basically laugh at almost everything -.-&lt;br /&gt;but hey, those variety shows are also really nice kayyyyy (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't finish all that I had planned to finish today .________.&lt;br /&gt;AS EXPECTED. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I managed to finish Geog hw,&lt;br /&gt;read a bit of the English Non-Fiction book,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; a bit of readers' digest (:&lt;br /&gt;OH OH and Heymath quiz (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeappoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a longggg day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with Sis Shannie to buy X'mas presents,&lt;br /&gt;NOT FOR YOU PEOPLE ;p&lt;br /&gt;Heheeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still considering whether or not to get any christmas presents at all..&lt;br /&gt;cause I don't really like christmas..&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever told u people?&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Omg Omg okay wait,&lt;br /&gt;lemme finish my day tmr first :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm then after that I'll be going to watch TRON (OMG, LIKE FINALLY.)&lt;br /&gt;with JacinthDavidXizhe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY NOW I SHALL BEGIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not exactly like christmas.&lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY christmas carols/songs.&lt;br /&gt;They kinda.. freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young,&lt;br /&gt;my mum would drive me to school.&lt;br /&gt;SO. Somehow at that time I don't know WHY.&lt;br /&gt;But she would on CHRISTMAS SONGS every single day on the way to my kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;So it's like every time those songs are being played,&lt;br /&gt;I associate them with like at that time of going to school,&lt;br /&gt;and the feeling just gets worse,&lt;br /&gt;and I don't feel very comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; NO. DAVIDTEO. YOU ARE NOT EVER GONNA GET ME ANY CHRISTMAS PRESENT THAT HAS TO DO WITH CHRISTMAS SONGS/CAROLS.&lt;br /&gt;-.- Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was pretty annoyed when I went out to shopping centres,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there were the christmas songs, if not, CAROLS being played..&lt;br /&gt;in the shops. (Understandable.)&lt;br /&gt;in the TOILETS. (Completely Not understandable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I mean I'm okay with christmas generally.&lt;br /&gt;Like especially the presents part,&lt;br /&gt;I completely don't mind. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;This lady typing to yall folks needs to get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;After getting pissed at doing heymaths with all the "What is this?" "How in the world would I know?" and having extreme conditions of itchy hands to just plagiarise and copy and PIAK on the word doc the whole info from the web (since I was just paraphrasing.)..&lt;br /&gt;I need my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay,&lt;br /&gt;sooo...&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT WORLD &amp;amp; Suh-WEET Dreams :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo And they say she's so lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-2220630985583504869?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/2220630985583504869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=2220630985583504869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/2220630985583504869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/2220630985583504869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/12/randomising.html' title='Randomising.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-8725645688402623760</id><published>2010-12-21T11:35:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T13:14:29.287+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning.</title><content type='html'>Good Afternoon People (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay before I begin,&lt;br /&gt;I've to do some planning first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'll be planning to accomplish:&lt;br /&gt;Geography Assignment&lt;br /&gt;Chinese Zuowen&lt;br /&gt;Print out SS notes&lt;br /&gt;Finish Heymath Online quiz&lt;br /&gt;Read English Non-Fiction book till page 161/296&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to STOP procrastinating. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway I doubt I'll actually be able to finish so much today ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay I don't have alot to say..&lt;br /&gt;SO! I guess I'll just post pics since they say,&lt;br /&gt;pictures speak a thousand words,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I don't think I've that much of a capability to talk to much today cause I still have mountains of homework awaiting me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Enjoy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TRBCBONd6HI/AAAAAAAAAU0/rXmpjZqyGek/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553010929309706354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TRBCBONd6HI/AAAAAAAAAU0/rXmpjZqyGek/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what I call Adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TRBCA4q5_nI/AAAAAAAAAUs/dkZz5WqXb_E/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553010923527601778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TRBCA4q5_nI/AAAAAAAAAUs/dkZz5WqXb_E/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And.. This is what I call Adorable in a not so appealing way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TRBCAjr0BHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/rgDFt0RRIbo/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553010917894259826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TRBCAjr0BHI/AAAAAAAAAUk/rgDFt0RRIbo/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I MISS PARIS!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TRBCATrKyaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Rm0VeP3hQQY/s1600/023.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553010913596590498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TRBCATrKyaI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Rm0VeP3hQQY/s320/023.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's just so cool to be the yellow one out of so many emo-ers. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its.. pretty refreshing actually. Hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TRBCAFJk3YI/AAAAAAAAAUU/19v4dW0r5sg/s1600/025.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553010909697596802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TRBCAFJk3YI/AAAAAAAAAUU/19v4dW0r5sg/s320/025.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fairytales (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My DREAM castle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxo Busy Busy. I'm becoming a workaholic O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-8725645688402623760?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/8725645688402623760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=8725645688402623760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8725645688402623760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8725645688402623760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/12/planning.html' title='Planning.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TRBCBONd6HI/AAAAAAAAAU0/rXmpjZqyGek/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-1288992269088924410</id><published>2010-12-20T12:39:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T14:35:58.283+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The long awaited Picture time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TQ7tQB4uauI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0Z7xpxExvYo/s1600/326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TQ7tQB4uauI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0Z7xpxExvYo/s320/326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552636250234448610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TQ7tQB4uauI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0Z7xpxExvYo/s1600/326.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TQ7tQB4uauI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0Z7xpxExvYo/s1600/326.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haha Lucky was a little too hyper then so I had to hold him down while taking a picture with him (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; this was taken on the night when I first met him since he came over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TQ7tP1mvjwI/AAAAAAAAAUE/7E8Xi5CPhW0/s1600/Lucky%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TQ7tP1mvjwI/AAAAAAAAAUE/7E8Xi5CPhW0/s320/Lucky%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552636246937800450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the very first dog I had (: its name was... *drumroll* Lucky. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Loved it Alot alot alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I guess it was a lot similar to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let's just start from the fact that it had the same age as me (when I was one, he was one too.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIP Lucky &amp;amp; I Love You. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TQ7tPkV2ulI/AAAAAAAAAT8/NB4lI3WdD4A/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TQ7tPkV2ulI/AAAAAAAAAT8/NB4lI3WdD4A/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TQ7tPkV2ulI/AAAAAAAAAT8/NB4lI3WdD4A/s320/024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552636242303564370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Daddy, Mummy and Me at the wedding dinner in KL (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TQ7tPVkLXtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/cQ-ERHudTls/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TQ7tPVkLXtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/cQ-ERHudTls/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552636238337105618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Kuku and I (: Hahahaha (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TQ7tPVkLXtI/AAAAAAAAAT0/cQ-ERHudTls/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TQ7tPEIBKjI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZEVKkXwi-k8/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TQ7tPEIBKjI/AAAAAAAAATs/ZEVKkXwi-k8/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552636233655593522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Left to Right: Mummy, Kuku, Me, Er shen, Grandma :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxo Yawn. I wanna sleeeeeepppp. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-1288992269088924410?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/1288992269088924410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=1288992269088924410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/1288992269088924410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/1288992269088924410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/12/long-awaited-picture-time.html' title='The long awaited Picture time!'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TQ7tQB4uauI/AAAAAAAAAUM/0Z7xpxExvYo/s72-c/326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-6547812105461604126</id><published>2010-12-20T12:20:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T12:38:26.005+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great minds think alike?</title><content type='html'>When watching a performance on tv with Farenheit:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*When Jiro appeared..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sisters: haha he looks okay.. but like..*blablabla* and .. *blablablah*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*When Calvin appeared..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sisters: Ohh okay hmm he's .. *blablablah* and *blablablah*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*When Aaron appeared..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sisters: Wow. He looks .. *blablablahz.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last but not least..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*When Wu Chun appears..*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sisters: *SCREAMS.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I have to emphasise on the point that I was just the outsider lying on the sofa watching them being the critics on Fahrenheit kay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not one of them (: HEE. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I walked away the moment I heard them screaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Back to homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lead such a black-&amp;amp;-white life. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Lucky is mean. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know sometimes when u want ur dog to come over to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;u call its name &amp;amp; clap ur hands to get its attention then it comes over to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. That's what I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky: *Comes over &amp;amp; gives you the "I want to play with you now, Really." Look*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Wanna play? Okay come, come Lucky. *Claps hands*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lucky: *Stares a while more anddd.... Walks away.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meannnie. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thenthenthen it's very selfishhhh cause it doesn't wanna share it's tennis ball with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like he is seriously super duper uber KIASU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it's not holding it's tennis ball with it's mouth, it's using BOTH paws.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause he just doesn't want you to get the ball away from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See-riously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay sorry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEH I've not been posting alot so my hands itchy xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciaoz (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxoxo School's starting. Whoopee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-6547812105461604126?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6547812105461604126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=6547812105461604126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6547812105461604126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6547812105461604126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/12/great-minds-think-alike.html' title='Great minds think alike?'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-6111121644939067666</id><published>2010-12-12T00:30:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:33:01.283+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you a Merry X'mas (:</title><content type='html'>Oh &amp;amp; yes.&lt;br /&gt;Just before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to wish everyone an Early:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TQO1dO8aiwI/AAAAAAAAATk/xlg-nUdybE0/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549478679682910978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TQO1dO8aiwI/AAAAAAAAATk/xlg-nUdybE0/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In case I'm away happy holidaying when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo Goodnight world. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-6111121644939067666?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6111121644939067666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=6111121644939067666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6111121644939067666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6111121644939067666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-wish-you-merry-xmas.html' title='I wish you a Merry X&apos;mas (:'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TQO1dO8aiwI/AAAAAAAAATk/xlg-nUdybE0/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-4822889794502192591</id><published>2010-12-12T00:03:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T00:24:37.989+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tied together with a smile.</title><content type='html'>*sits down in front of computer*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stares at computer screen. Stares somemore.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly do not know how to start this post.&lt;br /&gt;Is this called writer's block?&lt;br /&gt;Guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I've been stuck chionging hw these past few days. ):&lt;br /&gt;Depressing much. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I managed to get out of the house on some days..&lt;br /&gt;Like on TUESDAY (Jacinth's B'day)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; on FRIDAY (Outing with AnnabelDavidXizhe)&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it's just So freaking depressing to be thinking that school's gonna reopen in just like 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme see.&lt;br /&gt;I've not even finished half my hw.&lt;br /&gt;Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;Okay stop talking about depressing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised:&lt;br /&gt;1. My dog can protect people. Like it'll bark at the 'someone' if the 'someone' happens to hit someone else like me. He barked at my sister. GOOD LUCKY. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We've started to neglect the Goldfishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't like planning stuff. Be it events or anything like that, I don't really like planning em. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I make a Wonderful junior by totally forgetting that I had to plan a farewell function for my seniors until a senior had to call me to ask. I know right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Somehow, for some weird reason I don't know why, I'm feeling hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Omg, I think it's raining. Oh Great (: I can go sleep now (: Yayyyy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love random thoughts (:&lt;br /&gt;Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo Sorry if somehow my super random thoughts made me sound like a really weird girl. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm better off with or without,&lt;br /&gt;because either way,&lt;br /&gt;it seems as if I'll never be satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I never really knew what I really wanted in the first place anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-4822889794502192591?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/4822889794502192591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=4822889794502192591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4822889794502192591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4822889794502192591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/12/tied-together-with-smile.html' title='Tied together with a smile.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-6538635843762145267</id><published>2010-12-08T17:23:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T17:29:08.803+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, Eat, &amp; Eat somemore.</title><content type='html'>I feel like a glutton.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my hw when I suddenly felt I had to eat sth.&lt;br /&gt;Y'know those kind of sudden feeling that u've just got to eat something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ate this really yummy cracker with pork (or was it chicken?) floss &amp; these really small round biscuits &amp; a ritz biscuit &amp; 4 pineapple shortcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I really need to cut down now.&lt;br /&gt;Especially after I came back from Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a pig now &lt;br /&gt;\-00-/&lt;br /&gt;heh okay epic fail of an emoticon I just made up that's supposed to look like a pig &lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. Back to homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo Let's just hope I have enough time to put up pictures.. Soon. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-6538635843762145267?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6538635843762145267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=6538635843762145267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6538635843762145267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6538635843762145267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/12/eat-eat-eat-somemore.html' title='Eat, Eat, &amp; Eat somemore.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-8057558976861203085</id><published>2010-12-07T22:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T22:28:12.792+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you wish..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I had the ability to read the hearts of people.&lt;br /&gt;Not the minds of people but the hearts.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that what a person's heart is really like is way more important the person's way of thinking. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be able to know how the person is like &amp; even exactly how the person feels towards you.&lt;br /&gt;The heart is the genuine key source to a person's entire being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will be much easier if that's the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me not to disturb u today &amp; tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;I won't disturb u ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna talk to me in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;Please. I'll really rather u don't talk to me at all.&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me feel worse.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it always seems as if something is wrong &amp; I don't even know what that is.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so. So. Tired already okay.&lt;br /&gt;Don't help by making things worse.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but sometimes I really wanna know exactly what is wrong but I guess I'm just too exhausted to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo I have nothing more to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-8057558976861203085?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/8057558976861203085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=8057558976861203085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8057558976861203085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8057558976861203085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/12/dont-you-wish.html' title='Don&apos;t you wish..'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-5943190686609115710</id><published>2010-12-07T21:41:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T22:00:40.568+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it supposed to be like this?</title><content type='html'>I've been lazy lately.&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually.. I've always been lazy ._.&lt;br /&gt;Haha guess y'all can tell since I've not managed to persuade myself to throw myself in front of the comp to type this post the moment I got back..&lt;br /&gt;Heh (: &lt;br /&gt;I've like a whole LOAD of pics..&lt;br /&gt;300++ pictures to put up,&lt;br /&gt;But of course I'll only post selected ones here then the rest I'll be posting on FB (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha yeapp :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Really Really fun time in Taiwan :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Yuju (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; her parents &amp; her brother (:&lt;br /&gt;They were really nice in bringing me around Taiwan..&lt;br /&gt;To look at all different places in Taiwan..&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to taste the different FOOD there (: &lt;br /&gt;*Omg yum.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I feel really tired now.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a FUN &amp; hyper yet horrible day.&lt;br /&gt;Watched Skyline with JiaminDavidJacinthXizheTanlong.&lt;br /&gt;They're a really funny bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention polluted.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I've a dog now.&lt;br /&gt;I love my dog. Alot.&lt;br /&gt;It's named Lucky (:&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence or not, it has the exact same name as my previous dog.&lt;br /&gt;Cause Lucky has had a previous owner, just that the owner could not cope thus it gave us Lucky for free.&lt;br /&gt;I love Lucky cause it's cute. &lt;br /&gt;Haha it's a boy &amp; of a Jack Russell breed (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've so much hw left to do..&lt;br /&gt;Like I feel as if I haven't really started doing it yet..&lt;br /&gt;Just hope I'll be able to finish it in time I guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so tired.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to always be traveling to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Especially not when I've just so much work to do.&lt;br /&gt;It's just so so tiring sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I pray with all my heart that I'll be able to finish all the work soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo On &amp; Off. On &amp; Off. I'm just so freaking tired. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-5943190686609115710?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/5943190686609115710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=5943190686609115710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/5943190686609115710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/5943190686609115710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/12/is-it-supposed-to-be-like-this.html' title='Is it supposed to be like this?'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-2901389341496372615</id><published>2010-11-25T22:21:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T22:41:26.839+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before my Taiwan Trip..</title><content type='html'>I feel super adult-ish now.&lt;br /&gt;I took the plane by myself.&lt;br /&gt;Hehezz. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a plane from Penang to S'pore..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I took Jetstar. (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe the plane was okay okay,&lt;br /&gt;just that there was lots of turbulence so even though I got to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sleep that well or comfortably,&lt;br /&gt;cause my head kept moving to the side of the seat and I couldn't lean back..&lt;br /&gt;Yeappos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I left to go into the departure hall in Penang,&lt;br /&gt;it somehow kinda felt like those zuowens that I read in Cheena class,&lt;br /&gt;like those of the people going overseas to study for a long time those kind,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yea.&lt;br /&gt;But heh I tried to hold back my tears kayyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;then everything went by rather smoothly,&lt;br /&gt;just that since it was my first time,&lt;br /&gt;I was really super nervous and I was pretty blur about most things so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully I'm back in S'pore in one piece safe and sound haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loadsa pics to upload sehhh..&lt;br /&gt;But now there's no time cause I've gotta get ready for my Taiwan trip tmr (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha hope everything goes smoothly tmr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; btw I've long passed the curfew that I've to sleep by 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;*looks at my mum &amp;amp; xuan with innocent eyes.*&lt;br /&gt;Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be back soon people (:&lt;br /&gt;Love yall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;Take care &amp;amp; Enjoy ur hols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo I think marriage is a scary &amp;amp; tiring thing, after witnessing two weddings of the same couple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-2901389341496372615?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/2901389341496372615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=2901389341496372615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/2901389341496372615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/2901389341496372615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/before-my-taiwan-trip.html' title='Before my Taiwan Trip..'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-1024398910989241519</id><published>2010-11-18T21:18:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:24:57.573+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random me, like always.</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;But my hands still itch,&lt;br /&gt;so I just gotta post one more post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few random stuff I am just itching to talk about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I feel like painting my nails with Silver nail polish that I bought ytd and then liquid paper-ing a white heart on the side of the nail. :D&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm so gonna have a toilet bowl with a HOT PINK cover next time. HA. JUST YOU WAIT XUAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I just realised what Earth to (someone's name) meant. Because I tried saying it myself.&lt;br /&gt;To those people who still do not understand (Like how blur I was last time..) It means like the person's soul/mind is not on Earth anymore and is somewhere else, so the Earth is trying to call the person back, like try to communicate with them.&lt;br /&gt;I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I shall create such a colour known as "Hot BLUE" (If there isn't such a colour that is already known in this world.) If you ask me by when, let's just say.. when the cows come home and pigs start to fly. Haha no la, but I mean I think Hot Blue will be a rather pretty colour, don't u think? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm so gonna get fat after my trip to Taiwan. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo C'est La Vie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Voyage Jiawen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-1024398910989241519?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/1024398910989241519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=1024398910989241519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/1024398910989241519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/1024398910989241519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-me-like-always.html' title='Random me, like always.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-8859602187655429937</id><published>2010-11-18T21:15:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:17:58.756+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky feeling.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TOU1Yf96KCI/AAAAAAAAATc/p85LTLGpw8k/s1600/Goldfish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540893611563558946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TOU1Yf96KCI/AAAAAAAAATc/p85LTLGpw8k/s320/Goldfish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case you people are wondering,&lt;br /&gt;I touched a goldfish that looked like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freakiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxo Eughh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-8859602187655429937?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/8859602187655429937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=8859602187655429937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8859602187655429937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8859602187655429937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/freaky-feeling.html' title='Freaky feeling.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TOU1Yf96KCI/AAAAAAAAATc/p85LTLGpw8k/s72-c/Goldfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-7270468884185948574</id><published>2010-11-18T21:05:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:15:29.444+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Fascinating Trip.</title><content type='html'>I realised I scream when I touch Goldfishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think touching Goldfishes are freakkyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Cause they have a really wet &amp;amp; slimy body, so when you touch it..&lt;br /&gt;Ughh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I guess for me, cause somehow out of curiosity just now,&lt;br /&gt;I went to touch a goldfish that was somehow coming up to the surface.&lt;br /&gt;And screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I hate fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Library camp was so so I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like elaborating cause my dad just talked to me about being short and TO THE POINT.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; not beat around the bush and be long winded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez. That would take don't know how long for me to even change that habit.&lt;br /&gt;If it's within my ability, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;You people are gonna miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when I say miss, I mean:&lt;br /&gt;1. You're gonna miss seeing me post these posts on my blog, as in not I Miss You kind, but I mean you won't be seeing me post stuff that kind of Miss.&lt;br /&gt;2. YOU PEOPLE HAD BETTER MISS ME! )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Daddy? Straight to the point. (:&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe not so much for 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL &gt; Penang &gt; Langkawi &gt; Penang &gt; KL &gt; S'pore &gt; Taiwan &gt; Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For like..&lt;br /&gt;FIFTEEN DAYS. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; be back to see more updates after FIFTEEN days okayyy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss all of my dear friends &amp;amp; faithful blogreaders.&lt;br /&gt;For sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo Silver Nailpolish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-7270468884185948574?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/7270468884185948574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=7270468884185948574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/7270468884185948574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/7270468884185948574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-fascinating-trip.html' title='My Fascinating Trip.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-3524101675035405642</id><published>2010-11-17T23:50:00.011+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:01:00.290+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Tuesday, 16/11/10:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;Went to Suntec with DavidGor to buy presents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;He said I can "blush" (as in my face turns red) when I talk alot.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Cause I talked non stop (Literally.) to him from Bishan to Orchard. (I think.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Haha so that's a new fact I learnt about myself (:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Well, what to do?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;I'm TALKATIVE. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;So I managed to buy the presents for Annabel.. but not Jiamin or Esther yet ):&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black; "&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Haha but at least I succeeded in getting something (:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Then met up with Jacinth cause David said she was bored at home and she said she was literally rotting, so we asked her to come out have lunch with us &amp;amp; do some shopping. (:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;HAHAHAHA MANN this was the fun part. (:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Sorry gor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Jacinth &amp;amp; I really bullied David till he was speechless.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;(okay, in his sms he claimed he didn't want to say anythin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;g only, but anyway..)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;YEA.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Its like we went to burger king,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&amp;amp; we forced him to eat our fries cause we couldn't finish it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&amp;amp; when he refused,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;we wanted to throw our fries onto his tray,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;hahaha in the end he still ate some (:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Then cause he owed me an ice cream treat,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;we went to Haagen Daz :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;OMGGGG IT WAS SUPER FREAKING NICE! (:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;He spent $18 on each of us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;So he spent $36 in total.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;HEE. :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;I ate umm..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ZH-CN;mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TOQJg6iNWjI/AAAAAAAAATM/7aKUKGpfhN0/s320/006%2B%252814%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540563902645754418" /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: Georgia;mso-fareast-font-family:SimSun;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:black;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:ZH-CN;mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;THIS! A Banana Split. (:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540550722184713074" spid="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" style="'width:180pt;height:240pt'"&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:\Users\JIAWEN~1\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtml1\01\clip_image001.jpg" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TOP9htfak3I/AAAAAAAAAS0/kEy9F6jTYqQ/s320/005%2B%252815%2529.JPG"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TOQJggt8YNI/AAAAAAAAATE/XoiT9nmOd9w/s320/005%2B%252815%2529.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540563895715651794" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Jacinth ate THIS! Which is called PAR&lt;/span&gt;ADISE! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;then at first it tasted like heaven/PARADISE.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Seriously.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;then we started having problems finishing it HAHAHAHA (:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;So then again David had to help us eat some (:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Then after that we window shopped around Vivo until pretty late (:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Then we laughed and laughed ALOT cause Jacinth &amp;amp; I were planning &amp;amp; thinking of ways to further bully David &amp;amp; its like we were saying next time we'll have even meaner plans to deal with David xP&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Oh ya, at Burger King:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Me: *wanted to trick David into turning behind so we could add fries onto his tray.*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Eh david, can u help me see if there are alot of people at Haagen Daz there? Its just behind you, cause there's this pillar blocking me. (that's a fact.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Jacinth: Oh no la, not many people, very little people only.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Me: *stares at Jacinth with the "you-just-spoiled-our-plan look"*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Jacinth: OH. Sigh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:SimSun; mso-ascii-font-family:Georgia;mso-hansi-font-family:Georgia;color:black; mso-font-kerning:0pt"&gt;我们没有默契&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning:0pt"&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Me: Sigh. True.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Jacinth: *wanted to trick David into turning behind so we could add fries onto his tray.*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Hey! There's Xizhe!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;David: *Gives the "I-know-you're-just-trying-to-trick-me" look.*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Me: HUH? WHERE?!*looks around*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Jacinth: *Covers her face and shakes her head.*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;David: *LAUGHS.*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Whoops.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;We laughed alot at Burger King..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;but basically these are the two incidents that I remembered most clearly (:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Oh Oh then on the way back to Bishan,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;cause David offered to escort us to Bishan HAHA&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;then on the MRT I think we made the most noise,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;cause we made up some jokes about Braddell sounding like Bladder.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA xD&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Like um:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;1. Yo Bladder (Brother)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;2. Bladdergood (Verygood)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;HAHAHAHA THEN some other things about Bethel and all those people that wanna clear their bladders.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;So basically we laughed and laughed all the way back to Bishan :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;HAHAHAHA :D&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;So, to sum it up,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Jacinth is a really FUN friend to go out with,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;and David is a really Nice Gor that allows us to bully him heee. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align:left;mso-pagination:widow-orphan"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Georgia;color:black;mso-font-kerning: 0pt"&gt;Hahaha (:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-3524101675035405642?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/3524101675035405642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=3524101675035405642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3524101675035405642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3524101675035405642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/tuesday-161110.html' title=''/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TOQJg6iNWjI/AAAAAAAAATM/7aKUKGpfhN0/s72-c/006%2B%252814%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-2843389523698178265</id><published>2010-11-17T22:52:00.005+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T23:50:31.150+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Events &amp; Happenings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Wednesday, 17/11/10:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Went out to Far East &amp;amp; Bugis with Jayner &amp;amp; Annabel (:&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well, we basically spent like an hour walking about Orchard trying to find out how to get to Far East Plaza.&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&amp;amp; again,&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I learnt something:&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Far East Plaza and Far East Shopping centre are two different places.&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But Jayner &amp;amp; I had ice cream as accompaniment while looking for Far East Plaza,&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;hers Raspberry &amp;amp; mine Chocolate chip (:&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Thank Goodness for such a thing as Ice Cream in this world. (:&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then we finally found Far East Plaza after like a gazillion years,&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;then we began to shop there.&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&amp;amp; I kinda regretted not bringing alot of money cause the things there were nice..&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and CHEAP.&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Haiiii.&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But nevertheless,&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I still managed to buy some things ;)&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Annabel had to buy 2 dresses and two shoes,&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;one black and one normal, one normal and one school.&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So we shopped around &amp;amp; we spent don't know HOW LONG just looking for the black dress for:&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ms Annabel Poh.&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hahahaha but actually it seemed as if it was Jayner buying clothes,&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;cause Jayner was the one that looked around for the Black dress that suites Annabel,&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Whereas Annabel was like just looking around but not searching.&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hahahaha (:&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then cause by the time we reached Bugis,&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I was Tired, HUNGRY, and had aching feet &amp;amp; legs,&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;so I started being crazy.&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Seriously.&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh But the Traffic light there at Bugis was madness too man.&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It's like.&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We literally had to wait for 3 traffic lights before we were able to make it to the other end.&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;It was that crazy.&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hahaha then when we were at Bugis,&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Annabel &amp;amp; I were laughing &amp;amp; laughing,&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&amp;amp; it was as if Jayner was the mum all along ;P&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Haha then I started spouting Nonsense like telling Annabel where my will was,&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and she finally understood what I meant after I repeated it for like the third time. -.-&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Then her switch turned on and she laughed and laughed and laughed.&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hahaha so I think eventually we spent close to $150 ALTOGETHER.&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Seriously alot.&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I bought:&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;White heels :D&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2 Necklaces (1 for sis)&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1 Bracelet (for other sis)&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Adorable Doll Keychain (Annabel &amp;amp; Jayner have em too! (: )&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1 Nail polish&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yeapposss (:&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Next time, I'm gonna really go on a HUGE shopping spree once I save up loads of money and go to Bugis/Far East. (:&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I find it's really FUN to go out with Jayner &amp;amp; Annabel man. (:&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Like Jayner can give you tips and suggestions on the things u wanna buy,&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; color: black; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;and Annabel can.. well, basically laugh along with you at any point of time at all.&lt;b style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="left" style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope tmr's Library camp will be a success.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I'm worried the librarians may find the games really childish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I hope there won't be any problems that crop up last minute ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please let everything go smoothly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so after such a long day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling rather exhausted. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So GOODNIGHT WORLD! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post about that day when out with AnnabelAlvinSamuel another day kay ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo I've an extremely hectic schedule starting from this Friday onwards. 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(:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I MISS ASEAN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes somehow I just do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause its like now there's less things to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so.. I'm kinda bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I HATE BEING BORED. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why this results in me plonking myself in front of the comp to talk to u people indirectly through this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASEAN was really rather fun ytd. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The presentation &amp;amp; speech part was like super duper uber BORING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ttm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was resisting the urge to ask the person to just get over and done with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause each person took like 15 minutes (?) for a presentation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there were like 10 to 12 teams there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go figure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Butbutbut I LOVED the debate part. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I think basically the St. Nich girls were really nice (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I think only the group that I debated with was like, nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hee. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I can add them on FB later on (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was the closing speech made by the ASEAN secretary general, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then that was the time when I really couldn't stand it anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and seeing Annabel sleep peacefully beside me made me even more tempted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then I was sleeping so peacefully as well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when that guy went to say sth like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So, to end of this whole speech, I hope that ASEAN..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAN. He basically EMPAHASISED the word ASEAN and I got a shock &amp;amp; woke up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, I really don't like that guy. ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha then after the whole conference,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WE TOOK PICTURES! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the guys took first and HAHA, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Annabel said that the guys are taking way more pictures than the girls LOLLLL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap well it was a first for me that guys were taking more pictures than girls anyway. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha the guys were doing all those poses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That maybe u all can go see on FB. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh Oh did I say about the blazer I wore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMGGGG. IT WAS SUPER NICE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha but it was still big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVEN THOUGH I WORE AN S SIZE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.______.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it just me? or..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I felt sad about returning the blazer cause well, it was kinda comfortable..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though, yea it WAS hot wearing it even when I was in the hall, with the aircon on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then Joy asked me if I felt very weird when I took out the blazer, like its as if I wasn't wearing anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha and I was like, Omg ya actually got leh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sobbbb* I miss the blazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha and JIAMIN! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cousin dear, you did a WONDERFUL job with the presentation don't worry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You rocked, cause I said so. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; somehow I'm worried I won't be able to pass to Annabel her present on time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully it works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please please pretty pleaseeeee, let it work. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy I gtg now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going out with Gor later on to buy presents for those upcoming November &amp;amp; December babes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CiaoZ (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxoxo Leaving soooooooooooon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-6469819313158716910?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6469819313158716910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=6469819313158716910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6469819313158716910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6469819313158716910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/asean-was-da-bomb.html' title='ASEAN was da bomb.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-511613257096156630</id><published>2010-11-14T10:39:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T11:17:40.964+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nervous... ASEAN.</title><content type='html'>I'm very nervous for ASEAN ohmigosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just hope I won't face St. Nich unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so basically,&lt;br /&gt;since I'm like super nervous,&lt;br /&gt;I've got to organise my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't mind me for awhile kayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cambodia's Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One of the Poorest Countries in the world.&lt;br /&gt;- 70% of workforce employed in subsistence farming. (Farming which brings little or no profits, thus allowing only marginal livelihood.)&lt;br /&gt;- Mekong River provides fertile, irrigated fields for rice production.&lt;br /&gt;- Exports of clothing generate most of Cambodia's foreign exchange &amp;amp; tourism.&lt;br /&gt;- Illegal logging robs the country of millions of dollars of badly-needed revenue.&lt;br /&gt;- Environment is suffering. (Topsoil Erosion, Widespread floods.)&lt;br /&gt;- Another threat is the Spread of HIV/AIDS, but public health campaigns have reduced rate of infection.&lt;br /&gt;- Main exports include Clothing, Timber &amp;amp; Rubber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indonesia's Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Faced the Asian Financial Crisis.&lt;br /&gt;- Prone to Earthquakes and Volcanic Eruptions.&lt;br /&gt;- There are corruptions and ethnic conflict within the country.&lt;br /&gt;- Main exports include Oil &amp;amp; gas, Plywood, Textiles, Rubber &amp;amp; Palm Oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I won't go blank in front of them tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blaz.&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo ____ are so depressing. Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-511613257096156630?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/511613257096156630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=511613257096156630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/511613257096156630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/511613257096156630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/nervous-asean.html' title='Nervous... ASEAN.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-9215115128251509753</id><published>2010-11-13T22:58:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T22:59:32.571+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Habits.</title><content type='html'>Old habits die hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still awake at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness Jiawen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo Bad habits. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-9215115128251509753?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/9215115128251509753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=9215115128251509753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/9215115128251509753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/9215115128251509753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/habits.html' title='Habits.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-8658411598325763660</id><published>2010-11-10T21:15:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T21:17:14.659+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbows don't come out everyday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TNqpHfSfQMI/AAAAAAAAASs/9ATExxuElDI/s1600/Rainbow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537924637928669378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TNqpHfSfQMI/AAAAAAAAASs/9ATExxuElDI/s320/Rainbow.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a Rainy ending given to a Perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jiawen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-8658411598325763660?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/8658411598325763660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=8658411598325763660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8658411598325763660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8658411598325763660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/rainbows-dont-come-out-everyday.html' title='Rainbows don&apos;t come out everyday.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TNqpHfSfQMI/AAAAAAAAASs/9ATExxuElDI/s72-c/Rainbow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-513934865872201923</id><published>2010-11-10T18:31:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T18:34:15.242+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vampire Diaries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TNqC675_m4I/AAAAAAAAASk/XVyQVa80jx8/s1600/Vampire%2BDiaries%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537882640830405506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TNqC675_m4I/AAAAAAAAASk/XVyQVa80jx8/s320/Vampire%2BDiaries%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think the girl is really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo I mean I don't watch this, but I just think my blog needs more pics HEE. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-513934865872201923?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/513934865872201923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=513934865872201923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/513934865872201923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/513934865872201923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/vampire-diaries.html' title='Vampire Diaries.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TNqC675_m4I/AAAAAAAAASk/XVyQVa80jx8/s72-c/Vampire%2BDiaries%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-4828042378501556153</id><published>2010-11-10T17:44:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T18:25:00.767+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Selflessness.</title><content type='html'>Queen joining Facebook?!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Yea guess so,&lt;br /&gt;cause I saw it on Yahoo! News.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese O Levels are Over!&lt;br /&gt;Whoopieeez. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well haha I guess I got over the happy mood about that just now so now I'm back to my normal mood.&lt;br /&gt;Hee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the 5.30pm show "Xin hua duo duo kai" just now &amp;amp; it just made me think alot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, a person like me just HAS to share her findings and thoughts and all &amp;amp; if yall people find it boring, I suggest and highly encourage you people to skip what I'm gonna say next, cause I May (Or May not.) make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE? I KNEW IT.&lt;br /&gt;All of you are STILL just die die also wanna read on.&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;Don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The episode this time round showed a guy that was suffering from this illness,&lt;br /&gt;I forgot its long longgg name already but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;yea well the illness causes him to have a disability in talking, walking or even staying mobile.&lt;br /&gt;Like he will gradually become a handicapped person as his condition deteriorates.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there's this girl that treats this guy like her benefactor,&lt;br /&gt;cause well he IS her benefactor,&lt;br /&gt;so she wants to take care of him until he.. you know.&lt;br /&gt;but she has her own family, she's married, has a child, but.. okay I'm getting out of point,&lt;br /&gt;but basically, she wants to take care of him, and he disagrees cause he doesn't want to be a burden.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Standard storyline in TV dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this part made me tear and feel really touched man.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;The girl brought her daughter to his home to like I don't know, just to meet &amp;amp; chat, those random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then the girl went out of the house for awhile, leaving the daughter &amp;amp; the guy together to chat for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the guy starting making some small talk,&lt;br /&gt;but he had disability talking right cause of his illness,&lt;br /&gt;so his words weren't clear.&lt;br /&gt;(this part already made me tear a little btw.)&lt;br /&gt;The daughter was giving the "huh" expression as she didn't understand what she meant,&lt;br /&gt;but then after that she started crying and begging the guy not to take her mother (the girl) with him,&lt;br /&gt;cause like I said the girl wanted to take care of the guy and they were going to Europe I think.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she said,&lt;br /&gt;"I mean you would rather let yourself be upset than a whole family being upset right?"&lt;br /&gt;And the guy was also on the verge of tears and he just thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, he wrote a letter also with much difficulty to the girl,&lt;br /&gt;telling her he's leaving &amp;amp; she need not look for him cause he'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;he went to a hospice in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the show, he really looked.. well, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then I realised like no matter how strong someone may be,&lt;br /&gt;diseases and illnesses will strike that person one day,&lt;br /&gt;and a healthy human being may be reduced to a really sad state,&lt;br /&gt;where they even lose their mobility.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of that just makes me feel so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like there was once when I read Xizhe's blog,&lt;br /&gt;and he said something like maybe aliens had a hold over us,&lt;br /&gt;and they sent us to earth.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; with each year, we'll get wiser &amp;amp; gain some extra knowledge about this world and about everything around us.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; actually there's some kind of a disease within us that makes us age year by year,&lt;br /&gt;so that eventually that day when we actually realise what life is all about, or realise some super important information about our earth (or sth like that),&lt;br /&gt;we die.&lt;br /&gt;as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;so the secret will never be uncovered.&lt;br /&gt;somehow I understand what he meant now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I mean don't you think so?&lt;br /&gt;It's always the same like only when one is about to face death,&lt;br /&gt;that that someone actually wakes up and realises he/she has alot of things he/she has not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;or realised how he/she has wasted his/her life away all these while,&lt;br /&gt;and when they start to make amends,&lt;br /&gt;it's all too late,&lt;br /&gt;leaving regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But also from that episode from the 5.30pm show,&lt;br /&gt;do I learn another lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About selfless love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think selfless love itself is WAYYY better than like those kinda Crushes, or infatuation, or just any other kind of love itself.&lt;br /&gt;I think selfless love is worth it,&lt;br /&gt;and it's very 伟大,&lt;br /&gt;and well, it sounds better too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfless love is about having little or no concern for oneself, of being unselfish,&lt;br /&gt;and only placing all your love on the other person that you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause in the show, the guy with the illness was in love with the girl.&lt;br /&gt;But he can only blame fate for having let him meet the right girl at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;Because at that time when he met her,&lt;br /&gt;she was already married and with a child.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;he still had selfless love for her.&lt;br /&gt;he cared for her without strings attached.&lt;br /&gt;He loved her without requesting or even hoping she would love him back.&lt;br /&gt;He just loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; at the very end,&lt;br /&gt;he only thought of her and not wanting to be a burden to her,&lt;br /&gt;made a decision to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;It will NEVER happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;We've got to face it.&lt;br /&gt;There aren't really many people in this world that would even be so brave to make such a painful decision like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like if u ask me,&lt;br /&gt;I was scolding him dumb and fuming all along while watching the show.&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I were him,&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll have the capability or courage to make such a decision,&lt;br /&gt;or have such selfless love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that,&lt;br /&gt;I thought of next year.&lt;br /&gt;I thought of even though our O levels were next year,&lt;br /&gt;yes indeed, that is one thing to be afraid and sad of.&lt;br /&gt;But have you ever thought of the other frightening thing next year?&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;Next year, is the last year we will be in this school,&lt;br /&gt;with all our friends.&lt;br /&gt;After next year, after the O levels,&lt;br /&gt;most likely we will be separated from our good friends,&lt;br /&gt;and going to different JCs.&lt;br /&gt;That thought scared me half to death when I remembered it just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know I will miss having Joyce as a partner in school.&lt;br /&gt;I know I will miss sharing our funny stories,&lt;br /&gt;and laughing oh so loudly in class with Yuju and Winglam.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know I will miss Yuntian &amp;amp; Jingning's randomness when they come over during recess.&lt;br /&gt;Because I know I will miss all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though u may say,&lt;br /&gt;hey don't worry,&lt;br /&gt;you'll meet new friends and good friends in JC as well.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a same cycle all over again.&lt;br /&gt;yes that's true,&lt;br /&gt;but what if it doesn't happen that way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just like when I remember I was in Primary school,&lt;br /&gt;in Primary 6, I was also freaking worried about secondary life,&lt;br /&gt;and truth to be told,&lt;br /&gt;I WAS separated from my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;Esther &amp;amp; Cass went to different schools,&lt;br /&gt;and yes, even though I'm still super thankful that we're still meeting up and keeping contact,&lt;br /&gt;but it's a fact that we're indeed not as close as before.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm just worried that the really and truly wonderfully close friends I have now,&lt;br /&gt;My clique, my "family" clique, and all my wonderful friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just afraid in the end we'll not be as close as we were.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I can't be like SO SELFISH to like force all of them to go to the same school as me or sth,&lt;br /&gt;because everyone will get different results.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess for now,&lt;br /&gt;we'll all just have to treasure and cherish what we have till the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, are you all crying yet?&lt;br /&gt;HEH HEH.&lt;br /&gt;Haha Yeap I'm a super mean meanie. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just wanted to let all of you know how much I Love you people. (:&lt;br /&gt;*gives each one a free BIG hug.*&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my blog &amp;amp; I love all my friends ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;Because they are AWESOMAZING peeeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo Anyone can teach me how to do SS hw?? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-4828042378501556153?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/4828042378501556153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=4828042378501556153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4828042378501556153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4828042378501556153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/selflessness.html' title='Selflessness.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-6488239524247419948</id><published>2010-11-08T18:02:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T18:04:47.535+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SERIOUSLY?</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA I suddenly remembered this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you Sirius Black?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, as a matter of fact, I'm quite serious I'm Sirius Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Sorry I edited it, cause the first sentence was said by COUSIN, &amp;amp; the second sentence was replied by me for fun.&lt;br /&gt;AHAH HA. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-6488239524247419948?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6488239524247419948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=6488239524247419948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6488239524247419948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6488239524247419948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/seriously.html' title='SERIOUSLY?'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-6381073711525839778</id><published>2010-11-08T16:50:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:56:11.624+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate you so.</title><content type='html'>You there.&lt;br /&gt;You have No idea how much I want to just plonk on my bed and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think normal chinese people lead the high life. For now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of all normal chinese people who do NOT have to worry or think about taking the O levels in like 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; ASEAN IS IN ONE WEEK'S TIME.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried for it.&lt;br /&gt;Cause we'll be dealing with St. Nichs.&lt;br /&gt;Yea. I know right.&lt;br /&gt;Man, I really don't wanna have to stare them right in the face, except, we'll just all be totally blank with no idea what or how to rebuke them during the conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. The only thing that makes me feel its worth it is that I get to wear the blazer on that day.&lt;br /&gt;Whoopie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just wish we could just throw everything aside,&lt;br /&gt;throw all our problems,&lt;br /&gt;throw all our worries,&lt;br /&gt;throw all our work,&lt;br /&gt;throw all our decisions that have to be made,&lt;br /&gt;all to just one side,&lt;br /&gt;and just like give the heck care attitude sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like seriously, I don't know why we're still working so hard for.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna die in like *counts* ONE YEAR TIME.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;Seeeriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but speaking of 2012,&lt;br /&gt;I think I won't even be able to have all my wishes fulfilled before I die.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I wanna go to the seven wonders of the world &amp;amp; carve my BIG name on each of the seven wonder.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna learn how to drive a car.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have a pet dog. Yorkshire terrier.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna wear the graduation hat &amp;amp; throw all my books into the air, and then collect them back to tear them into pieces, burn them, step on them and scold vulgarities at it for making my life so horrible before.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to a place that has snow and make snowmans and lie on the snow to make snow fairies with my hands and legs.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go ice skating.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go skiing.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be led by a group of adorable blue eyed huskies.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be able to finish my piano till grade 8.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have many many grown up clothes from G200 and many pretty gowns that I'm able to wear at a suitable age.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see how my youngest sister looks like when she's an adult/teen.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a really successful entrepeneur/person with a whole lotta money.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna own a Toyota Fortuner.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have a classic white grand piano.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; last but not least, I wanna upgrade my bed to become a king sized bed so I can sleep on it ALL DAY LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo Now that's what I call awesomeness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-6381073711525839778?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6381073711525839778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=6381073711525839778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6381073711525839778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6381073711525839778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-hate-you-so.html' title='I hate you so.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-1620324414189203390</id><published>2010-11-07T15:53:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:06:34.659+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moodiness is really not a good feeling to be having.</title><content type='html'>I'm left with econs qn 7.&lt;br /&gt;crappinesssss.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; its not that I don't wanna do it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay maybe it is PARTIALLY cause I don't wanna do it.&lt;br /&gt;But its also cause I'm outta foolscap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. That was random.&lt;br /&gt;Hee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anywayyy..&lt;br /&gt;I just went to Jayner's blog &amp;amp; seeing all those nice nice Halloween pictures made me regret not having gone out to celebrate as well.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I usually associate Halloween with playing the piano, like playing those kinda really scary DUM DUM DUM DUM tunes that will just shock u in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Heee. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of Chinese O levels makes me moody.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;Because I kinda have the thought that I won't be doing well for it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Like TWC gave us a whole lot of paper 1s &amp;amp; paper 2s to do as practice,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; even though I can really promise you that I DID put my heart into each paper to try to get better marks each time,&lt;br /&gt;each time I get back the papers,&lt;br /&gt;there will always, &amp;amp; I mean Always, have a big JIAYO and my lousy score beside it.&lt;br /&gt;Like I really did try, I did.&lt;br /&gt;If even this doesn't help in improving my chinese,&lt;br /&gt;then what can?&lt;br /&gt;I'm really almost at a loss for ways to improve my chinese already.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll just have to mentally prepare myself.&lt;br /&gt;Or I don't think I'll be able to take it when I see my lousy marks next year.&lt;br /&gt;But I can definitely promise all of you, and most importantly myself,&lt;br /&gt;that I WILL do my very best for the Chinese Os on Wednesday,&lt;br /&gt;so regardless of the outcome,&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW. I have really done my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Okay enough of depressing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt bought me new clothes! (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha, sorry, this is the only recent news that really helped to make me feel better. (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha there's a belt, for the previously bought dress,&lt;br /&gt;then these two other tops,&lt;br /&gt;and then finally this super nice (to me) CHECKERED like dress kind. (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha but it's being sent for alteration cause the top is kinda loose.&lt;br /&gt;So now I guess my preparations for the upcoming weddings are done. (:&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeeeep. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so later I'm going to vivo for dinner,&lt;br /&gt;XIAOLONGBAO. Here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I really have got to buy my foolscap paper.&lt;br /&gt;Or else I'll see Mrs Lai's wrath tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Now that's scary if u ask me.&lt;br /&gt;Haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo Am I doing this right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-1620324414189203390?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/1620324414189203390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=1620324414189203390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/1620324414189203390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/1620324414189203390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/moodiness-is-really-not-good-feeling-to.html' title='Moodiness is really not a good feeling to be having.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-5972860525600815110</id><published>2010-11-07T15:06:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:14:27.958+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TNZsqevC2mI/AAAAAAAAASc/ICbBlDjErXg/s1600/013+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536732268959292002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TNZsqevC2mI/AAAAAAAAASc/ICbBlDjErXg/s320/013+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dear sister. (:&lt;br /&gt;In her concert dress (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-5972860525600815110?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/5972860525600815110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=5972860525600815110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/5972860525600815110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/5972860525600815110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/concerts.html' title='Concerts.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TNZsqevC2mI/AAAAAAAAASc/ICbBlDjErXg/s72-c/013+(9).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-3593932768224042864</id><published>2010-11-04T22:55:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T22:58:59.149+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unkept Promises.</title><content type='html'>I realised each time I promise myself and tell myself that I'm gonna sleep early tonight and have a good night's rest,&lt;br /&gt;I end up sleeping even later than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past and the present are two very, very different things. I realise.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I've also realised that even after everything, I still fancy fairytales with sweet endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo I don't know if I'm tired or not. I know right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-3593932768224042864?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/3593932768224042864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=3593932768224042864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3593932768224042864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3593932768224042864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/unkept-promises.html' title='Unkept Promises.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-8585854321702756649</id><published>2010-11-04T20:00:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T20:06:01.160+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw man.</title><content type='html'>Youngest sis: Daddy, you see? My fish is sick. ):&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Huh? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Youngest sis: Don't know. But can just tell that its sick.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Oh. Then did you bring it to see doctor?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *heard it* DADDY. DON'T BE LAME LA HAHAHAHA. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA LAME LA DADDY. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Does chinese paper 2 and tears out the foolscap to use the other page. I do it really violently cause I was really unhappy about not being able to sleep yet cause I had to finish my hw.*&lt;br /&gt;Youngest sis: *sees me tearing out paper violently.* WAH. Next time uh, when I grow up, I'm Definitely NOT going to go to your school. DEFINITELY.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I'm going to go to IR.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Gives the omg look.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA she meant RI. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo I have a really lame family ._. Hahas (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-8585854321702756649?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/8585854321702756649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=8585854321702756649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8585854321702756649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8585854321702756649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/aw-man.html' title='Aw man.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-888915366921561110</id><published>2010-11-04T18:19:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T19:43:41.591+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything I've not said.</title><content type='html'>Lalala. (:&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be a super random post about anything and everything cause I've not posted for quite some time, &amp;amp; I wanna blabbb. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow like Justin bieber..'S SONGS.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I find he looks okayy.. I guess. (:&lt;br /&gt;Like I mean that's just the way he looks,&lt;br /&gt;how do u expect him to change to look more like a guy?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;._.&lt;br /&gt;I think his songs are generally nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I suddenly thought of the time when the economics instructor said that Justin Bieber contradicted himself when he sang the song "Never say Never"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;Cause he already said Never twice and many many other times during the song even with the song entitled Never say Never. (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha he was really hilarious (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack crap.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like there's this mosquito in my study room now that's invading my legs and my legs are itching all over as a result now.&lt;br /&gt;Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried for chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously and extremely worried.&lt;br /&gt;Because all those papers that I've done that Mrs TWC gave aren't well done.&lt;br /&gt;At all.&lt;br /&gt;Like imagine having a BIG JIAYO written on ur paper.&lt;br /&gt;Every paper.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the physics qualifying test next yearrr.&lt;br /&gt;Man. There's many things to be worried about nowzxc.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was generally okayy..&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha the fun started after school (:&lt;br /&gt;When I went out with YujuYuntianJingning for lunchhh (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha we went Mac at AMK hub &amp;amp; we talked ALOT. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha even though I had heart pain.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I spent like $6 ++ just for a McWing meal.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending alot on lunch nowadays ._.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then we started looking at class photos (:&lt;br /&gt;3GRACE'S AND 3FAITH'S :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA OMGG IT WAS LIKE HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;Especially the part when we talked about someone that annoyed us ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA XD&lt;br /&gt;Winglam, tell u on Monday ;)&lt;br /&gt;Bet you'll laugh like mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I did. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went window shopping (:&lt;br /&gt;Causecausecause I had to get a dress for the wedding dinner that's coming up soon.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS Yuntian Yuju &amp;amp; Jingning for helping me &amp;amp; giving me ideas as we shopped around AMK. (:&lt;br /&gt;Your help really helped me greatly &amp;amp; I think it is fun shopping with them mannnn (:&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA DO THAT AGAIN! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA even though that time we went to Cotton On &amp;amp; we started trying almost ALL the sunglasses they had at the shop, all the different types.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing HYSTERICALLY (Okay I was the one that did that ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then giving comments to each other when we wore the sunglasses ;)&lt;br /&gt;I think ALL of us looked Gorgeous wearing those sunglasses (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaz (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I realised I would be very busy like CONTINUOUSLY all the way till like 5 Dec I think.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm seriously serious.&lt;br /&gt;Like my only free days are.. 16th &amp;amp; 17th of November.&lt;br /&gt;I'm busy on ALL the other days on November. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay okay Lemme say out what I'd be doing.&lt;br /&gt;Since I also need to organise everything (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th November: ASEAN meeting after school &amp;amp; chinese remedial&lt;br /&gt;9th November: ESTHER'S BIRTHDAY! (: &amp;amp; chinese remedial&lt;br /&gt;10th November: Chinese O Level Paper. Ohmy. ):&lt;br /&gt;11th November: ASEAN Meeting after school&lt;br /&gt;12th November: CLIQUE OUTINGG! &lt;3 Just that I think YT &amp;amp; JN can't go. SOB. ):&lt;br /&gt;13th November: Tuition + time with family (:&lt;br /&gt;14th November: Dedicated to family (:&lt;br /&gt;15th November: ASEAN Mock Conference! Omggg I'm excited but worried ._.&lt;br /&gt;16th November: FREE! (: (But maybe going out with Gor for GIFT BUYING! (: )&lt;br /&gt;17th November: FREE! (: (But maybe this is the day going out with Gor. Depends.)&lt;br /&gt;18th November: My dear DEAR Granddaughter's b'day + Library camp&lt;br /&gt;19th November: CCA Camp + Rush to KL in evening&lt;br /&gt;20th November: In KL for wedding dinner (No.1-Female side of family)&lt;br /&gt;21st November: Rush to Penang.&lt;br /&gt;22nd November: Rush to Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;23rd November: Wedding Dinner in Langkawi (No.2-Male side of family)&lt;br /&gt;24th November: Rush Back to Penang, then KL.&lt;br /&gt;25th November: Rush back to S'pore.&lt;br /&gt;26th November: TAIWAN TRIP with Yuju! (:&lt;br /&gt;4th December: Back to S'pore! (:&lt;br /&gt;5th December: Mum's Birthdayy (: + Sister's Gym Competition (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW. I'M EXHAUSTED ALREADY. ):&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'm able to go through all these &amp;amp; STILL have enough time to:&lt;br /&gt;Finish HW + Revise ALL subjects + Revise for Physics Qualifying Test.&lt;br /&gt;Lord, please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was pressure man.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it all just felt so, so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo I'm gonna give all my secrets away. YEA RIGHT. AS IF. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-888915366921561110?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/888915366921561110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=888915366921561110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/888915366921561110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/888915366921561110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/11/everything-ive-not-said.html' title='Everything I&apos;ve not said.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-2095638085407112051</id><published>2010-10-28T15:58:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T16:10:58.645+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My AWESOME Birthday thanks to my DEAR family :D</title><content type='html'>Now this post is to THANK my SWEETEST Family. :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks DADDY! For being soooo dang adorable &amp;amp; getting me perfume and a makeup set.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being such a practical and Wonderful Dad. (:&lt;br /&gt;I Love You. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks MUMMY! In advance, I'm thanking you cause u haven't gotten me my dress yet!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA BUT ITS ALRIGHT! Cause You got me such a YUMMALICIOUS &amp;amp; Beautiful cake! (:&lt;br /&gt;I Love You. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks SHANNIE! For that really AWESOME present that I can use at our relative's wedding!&lt;br /&gt;I really was shocked when I saw the present cause I didn't think u'd get it for me :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; for the really sweet card too! :D&lt;br /&gt;I Love You. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks BY! (: For also being sooo ADORABLE &amp;amp; making that card for me, with seriously NEAT (really.) handwriting, even though u spelt 'taking' as 'takeing' HAHA But I LOVE the card (:&lt;br /&gt;AS WELL AS THE PRESENT! (:&lt;br /&gt;Cause it has sleeping beauty on it which is my all time favourite Disney Princess (:&lt;br /&gt;I Love You. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks KUKU! For SOOOOOO MANY PRESENTS! :D&lt;br /&gt;The accessories, the dress, the nail design thinggy! :D&lt;br /&gt;So many SWEET presents (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I Love You. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks GRANDMA! For the angpao ;)&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. &amp;amp; for coming over to S'pore to celebrate my birthday with me this year. (:&lt;br /&gt;I Love You. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we only celebrated for awhile yesterday night,&lt;br /&gt;But I still had GREAT FUN just singing the birthday song and cutting the YUMMY cake. :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO SO SO SO MUCH! :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I know we'll have a proper birthday once I go to KL this weekend :D&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be waiting ;)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo I Love my family. Soooo much. 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(:</title><content type='html'>Heyyyy EVERYBODY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to post about my REALLY WONDERFULLY FUN AND MEMORABLE BIRTHDAY. (:&lt;br /&gt;First of all,&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE. JIAMINDAVIDJAYNERANNABELXIZHEJACINTH. (Please know that none of this names are being ranked in ANY way at all, because I Love this bunch of AWESOME People all as much. (: )&lt;br /&gt;I would like to give them an EXTRA BIG THANK YOU for giving me such a Nice surprise and then helping me to celebrate my birthday so sweetly yesterday. (:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA OKAY. Maybe it wasn't a surprise cause I was just too gullible &amp;amp; didn't realise they were there to have lunch along with me HAHA. xP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU EVERYONE! :D&lt;br /&gt;THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE WONDERFUL PRESENTS AS WELL. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I LAUGHED when I saw Xizhe's present,&lt;br /&gt;I GRINNED AND GIGGLED when I read Annabel's letter.&lt;br /&gt;I felt a wave of NOSTALGIA when I read Jiamin's card.&lt;br /&gt;I went AWWWWW when I saw David's presents.&lt;br /&gt;I SCREAMED when I saw Jayner's present.&lt;br /&gt;I was TOUCHED ttm when I read Yanxin's BIG letter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Lastly, I CRIED when I read Yuju's letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Yeap. What I've said above are definitely true. And literal. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super super super duper touched. When I saw all the surprises ytd. (:&lt;br /&gt;The lunch at Pizzahut,&lt;br /&gt;then the really YUMMY cake, (which I really didn't think all of u would buy.)&lt;br /&gt;then the Movie....&lt;br /&gt;Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;It was sweet of you guys, really. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 all of you to the maximum man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course I do NOT forget my dearest clique. (:&lt;br /&gt;I Love all of you too. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I wanna Thank YUJU (my dearest tua eh)&lt;br /&gt;for her WONDERFUL present,&lt;br /&gt;Hey I'm serious when I saw I'm gonna hang it or stick it on the wall kay ;)&lt;br /&gt;And also for the really awesomely SWEET card. (:&lt;br /&gt;Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanna Thank my dearest MASTER! (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha Thanks for the really SUPER HONEY SWEET dedication on ur blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Love you cause even though u've not passed me my present,&lt;br /&gt;but its alright, cause I just KNOW its gonna be something super AWESOME as well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Joyce! (:&lt;br /&gt;haha even though I also have not received my card.. (I'M WAITING :D)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA But I've a super strong hunch that it's gonna look duper uber preeeetttyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha so THANKS in advance ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Yuntian &amp;amp; Jingning! (:&lt;br /&gt;My dearest penguin and polar bear. (:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. (:&lt;br /&gt;I Also know the present u all got me is gonna be really really NICE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE all my friends to the max from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;That's one sentence to sum up everything.&lt;br /&gt;I Love all my friends who wished me happy birthday in school.&lt;br /&gt;I Love all my friends who wished me happy birthday on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;I Love all my friends who stayed up till 12am just to be the first to wish me a happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I Love all my friends who gave me presents.&lt;br /&gt;I Love all my friends who celebrated my birthday with me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I also LOVE all my friends who secretly wish me happy birthday in their hearts without telling me. HEEEEEEE. (This is for those who didn't wish me.. Hmmmm I'm looking on the bright side of things ^^HAHA.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the wonderfully sweet things u gals/guys have done :D&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ALL OF YOU. ALOT ALOT. (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I mean it when I say it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha so basically this post is to Thank all of my DEAR Friends :D&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could express the joy &amp;amp; happiness for having friends like all of you in my life. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo I seriously had the AWESOMEST Birthday ever. 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(:'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-8405483646855071878</id><published>2010-10-26T18:08:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T18:14:15.856+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My FRINGE. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TMa29B_i1rI/AAAAAAAAASU/Z2Omh6WUwD4/s1600/Rest+Of+Your+Life+-+A+or+M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532310351894468274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TMa29B_i1rI/AAAAAAAAASU/Z2Omh6WUwD4/s320/Rest+Of+Your+Life+-+A+or+M.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha Not sure if I've uploaded this picture before but well.&lt;br /&gt;I think if I were the guy, I would choose for the rest of my life to be memorable. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay just a quickie before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;I CUT MY FRINGE ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I've cut it.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I spent like 5 minutes panicking and hesitating in front of Linda.&lt;br /&gt;Haha sorry bout that. ):&lt;br /&gt;Cause nothing (&amp;amp; I mean NOTHING) can ever express how hesitant I was..&lt;br /&gt;I mean after all, I guess I was just worried at the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; if you're all wondering how it turned out, you all may see how it is tomorrow. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha ^^&lt;br /&gt;But to me, I think it somehow looks the same..&lt;br /&gt;Haha don't know leh.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW. &lt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo See? I really do mean it when I said a quickie ;) HAHA NOODLES HERE I COME! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-8405483646855071878?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/8405483646855071878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=8405483646855071878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8405483646855071878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/8405483646855071878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-fringe.html' title='My FRINGE. (:'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TMa29B_i1rI/AAAAAAAAASU/Z2Omh6WUwD4/s72-c/Rest+Of+Your+Life+-+A+or+M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-3251708576123562225</id><published>2010-10-24T20:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:56:20.697+07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Unrealistic Dreams.</title><content type='html'>I'M LEFT WITH MY LAST CHOICE!&lt;br /&gt;for the DISC report.&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to think of any job options..&lt;br /&gt;Like not many practical ones.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all, being a daydreamer me?&lt;br /&gt;Hah. (:&lt;br /&gt;I'll only be stuck with unrealistic dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dreamt of being many things.&lt;br /&gt;One of which includes a RICH TAI TAI. (:&lt;br /&gt;where I'll just go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WAIT. I MUST INTERRUPT THIS POST FOR AWHILE.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised my 6 year old sister is stronger than me by ALOT. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis: *accidentally leaves one shoe behind when running into the house* (Like cinderella kind)&lt;br /&gt;Me: *just happens to be behind and tries to block her from getting her shoe.*&lt;br /&gt;Sis: *gives me the annoyed look and tries to move to my other side to get her shoe*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *blocks*&lt;br /&gt;YES. I'M LAME. ):&lt;br /&gt;Me: What should you sayyyy?&lt;br /&gt;Sis: *Pushes me back*&lt;br /&gt;Me: *I STUMBLE BACKWARDS.*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; YES. I NEED MORE BODY BUILDING EXERCISE. ):&lt;br /&gt;Me: *frantically moves forward again*&lt;br /&gt;Me: What should you sayyyyy?&lt;br /&gt;Sis: *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; YES. I SUCK AT TEACHING MY SIS THE RIGHT VALUES. ):&lt;br /&gt;Me: GIVE UP LA. WHAT ELSE. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai. Me and my pathetic life.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so as i was saying,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a rich taitai (:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have LOTS of $$ so I can go shopping everyday without the worry of how much money I have,&lt;br /&gt;and it'll just be awesome. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, that's highly unrealistic.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think maybe having that kind of life for a week is probably enough for someone like me,&lt;br /&gt;cause I think one day I'll end up buying the whole store without even knowing it and I'll just get sick of it hehhhhhh. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think having a realistic dream is my main aim now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually,&lt;br /&gt;I have many dreams at hand.&lt;br /&gt;Just that I don't know how to choose em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;I've heard that psychologists earn quite high salaries and they are able to work for a few months, then rest or go holidaying for a few months and continue working again and then the cycle repeats.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, don't get me wrong,&lt;br /&gt;my career aim is definitely NOT purely cause of $$ issues,&lt;br /&gt;but I feel being a psychologist is also a rather challenging and interesting job.&lt;br /&gt;But someone once told me that maybe I'm not suited for that kind of job,&lt;br /&gt;I mean that person means well for me too, that I definitely understand,&lt;br /&gt;cause after all, its a fact that there's a certain risk to this job.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be meeting all sorts of people facing different problems everyday and if I don't handle these problems well,&lt;br /&gt;I may end up harming myself as well as my patient as I receive all these stress in a negative way.&lt;br /&gt;So. Yeap. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also may want to be a Kindergarten Teacher (:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA I KNOW I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;If Winglam was reading this now,&lt;br /&gt;she's laughing or smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Because number one:&lt;br /&gt;she's thinking: "YA. SHE'LL BE A GREAT TEACHER. GOING CRAZY TOGETHER WITH THEM."&lt;br /&gt;number two: "SIAO AR. SHE'LL BE THE CRAZIEST TEACHER THERE AND I'LL DEFINITELY NOT ENROL MY CHILD IN THAT SCHOOL. EVER."&lt;br /&gt;Or number three:&lt;br /&gt;"OH NO. THERE'LL BE MORE KEESIAO PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD. I PITY THOSE CHILDREN AND THEIR PARENTS WHEN THEY MEET HER DURING PTC."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA I KNOW. Its either of them of maybe all of them, or its a mixture ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha But I mean, I think being a Kindergarten Teacher is rather fun (:&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I personally prefer being around children.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its cause I have two younger sisters around,&lt;br /&gt;but then, I think.. for Me.&lt;br /&gt;Since, Yes. I've not matured at all yet ._. Its easier for me to communicate with younger kids (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;I've many other choices..&lt;br /&gt;But I think all of you are already rather bored listening to me yakking on and on and on about my stuff and all.&lt;br /&gt;And I sincerely apologise for my blog being such a wordy blog ):&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;Basically my excuse for this is because..&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TO TALK.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Now, isn't that just a Wonderful reason to sum up everything? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm sorry for not posting enough pictures,&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;There just ain't any chance or event for me to take any pictures recently. ):&lt;br /&gt;But DON'T WORRY. (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha there are many other event coming up.&lt;br /&gt;*HINT HINT*! (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad already gave me his present and I LOVE IT &amp;amp; HIM. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;THANKS DAD (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. countdown.&lt;br /&gt;3 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo I'm gonna cut my fringeeeeeeee. But should I really? ._.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-3251708576123562225?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/3251708576123562225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=3251708576123562225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3251708576123562225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3251708576123562225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-unrealistic-dreams.html' title='My Unrealistic Dreams.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-6537285659698380422</id><published>2010-10-23T22:02:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T22:17:16.063+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fringe or not?</title><content type='html'>Its just 4 more days to my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Haha I don't know if I'm supposed to be excited but I guess the excitement has not reached me yet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been feeling unwell these past few days,&lt;br /&gt;that's why I've not been able to post for quite awhile.&lt;br /&gt;I had rollercoaster fever, with sore throat, and really bad body aches at first.&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised I really CANNOT lie in bed the whole day or else I won't even be able to walk cause my head is too heavy and it will have a migraine the moment I stand up.&lt;br /&gt;Man. That was horrible. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha but thank goodness the worst is over (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the funny thing was, I kinda recovered only just now when I began doing my work.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I think I'm now 85% sure I'm a workaholic type ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still have stuff left to do:&lt;br /&gt;1) Amaths Corrections (2 qns)&lt;br /&gt;2) DISC report (other two job options - 650 words to go)&lt;br /&gt;3) ASEAN research etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to be able to finish em by tmr I guess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I wanna cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have fringe.&lt;br /&gt;Well. I'm kinda afraid though.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I guess I'm just worried with how I may look once I have a fringe..&lt;br /&gt;I used to have fringe before,&lt;br /&gt;but it was more of bangs type,&lt;br /&gt;but I had it during primary school,&lt;br /&gt;and my hair was thicker then.&lt;br /&gt;so it looked okay I guess..&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna cut bangs again,&lt;br /&gt;cause I seriously seriously don't think it suits me..&lt;br /&gt;I wanna try cutting like y'know the kind of fringe where you can put it to a side?&lt;br /&gt;I think that looks nice, but not sure if it'll look nice on me..&lt;br /&gt;Haha I told my mum &amp;amp; she was like "sure?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I became UNsure. -.-&lt;br /&gt;But then she also said that somebody (I think old people?) said that sick people can't cut their hair.&lt;br /&gt;YA I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO DON'T KNOW WHY LIKE THAT LO. -.-&lt;br /&gt;But.. better to heed their advice than regret later..&lt;br /&gt;But I hope even if I cut my fringe it'll look okayy.. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I won't get caught in school by teachers who deem my fringe as unacceptable &gt; &lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnightz World (:&lt;br /&gt;I Love all of you,&lt;br /&gt;especially you, you and you and you also. (:&lt;br /&gt;All my blogreaders reading this right now.&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo Yawnnnnnnnnn, I wanna recover fully asap! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my wonderful friends for showing their concern to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;Love all of you. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-6537285659698380422?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6537285659698380422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=6537285659698380422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6537285659698380422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6537285659698380422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/fringe-or-not.html' title='Fringe or not?'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-3358344769838919642</id><published>2010-10-21T19:34:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T19:47:41.693+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liar, Liar.</title><content type='html'>Why aren't there just any trustworthy people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;I realised even those people that say that you can trust them at the beginning, will always appear to be big fat liars at the end.&lt;br /&gt;They say they don't lie.&lt;br /&gt;But yet?&lt;br /&gt;They lie to you straight in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; you have to go to the trouble to find out the ugly truth.&lt;br /&gt;That the person you trust, correction. TrustED, lied to you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel anything right now actually.&lt;br /&gt;Just that I don't even feel like talking to that person.&lt;br /&gt;At all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you expect me to trust you anymore if you're doing this to me time and AGAIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises, to some people, may mean a small thing.&lt;br /&gt;But to me, they're the world.&lt;br /&gt;They really mean a lot to me.&lt;br /&gt;You promised me that you DO NOT and have NEVER lied.&lt;br /&gt;Yea right, you freaking BIG liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I don't wanna talk about you anymore,&lt;br /&gt;just know that I'm utterly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Today we had fusion dance.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty cool,&lt;br /&gt;we laughed alot about it at first cause it looked kinda gay.&lt;br /&gt;yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;The guy who danced the dance looked really hilarious when he was dancing.&lt;br /&gt;But after really trying out the dance, it was really pretty fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha we really laughed alot and I screamed alot. (Literally.)&lt;br /&gt;So now I've a sorethroat.&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah Jiawen.&lt;br /&gt;Just 6 days to being a year older &amp;amp; you're sick alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; about my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Haha I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I mean I used to really want a BIG BIG BIG birthday bash at Mcdonalds or something when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;My mum promised me to do so when I was 12.&lt;br /&gt;But it didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;So Actually I don't have any big plans for this birthday this time round..&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I'm happy if people even bother to wish me a happy birthday on my birthday itself haha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm happy to be celebrating it with Jiamin on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I hope I can celebrate with my other friends like my clique as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you've all forgotten about it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Because you're both busy.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to prepare everything by myself.&lt;br /&gt;You just don't have the time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay, I gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel so well already.&lt;br /&gt;Haha but I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeeeeeeee! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo I just don't know what to say right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-3358344769838919642?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/3358344769838919642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=3358344769838919642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3358344769838919642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3358344769838919642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/liar-liar.html' title='Liar, Liar.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-2286988472427732903</id><published>2010-10-19T20:24:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T20:27:25.798+07:00</updated><title type='text'>CUTE GAL.</title><content type='html'>My Babe Zoe has really grown to be a BIGG girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;She's super adorable la cannnnn.&lt;br /&gt;Just talked to her on msn just now, Video chat.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha she just turned three (:&lt;br /&gt;adorableeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did fairly well for the exam this time round. (:&lt;br /&gt;THANKS YANXIN &amp;amp; Others for just now. (:&lt;br /&gt;Love yall. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo Monster. Yea right. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-2286988472427732903?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/2286988472427732903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=2286988472427732903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/2286988472427732903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/2286988472427732903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/cute-gal.html' title='CUTE GAL.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-6418076225692339860</id><published>2010-10-18T21:54:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:10:23.449+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious moments. (:</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHAHA I'm sorry, but I think my youngest sister is HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;So I've just got itchy fingers &amp;amp; wanna post somemore (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sister was messing around with my curve ruler, bending here bending there*&lt;br /&gt;Me: OI. DON'T PLAY.&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Okay let me tell you, inside this ruler there's a metal, and if you keep playing with this ruler, the metal will fall out and what will happen then, you tell me?&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHA I'm so mean &amp;amp; its so nice making up stories HEE. :D)&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Um. It will hit my head.&lt;br /&gt;Me: And then?&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Umm. Will have a lot of blood.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why got a lot of blood?&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Because metal is made of glass, so will piang on my head then will have blood.&lt;br /&gt;(She has no future studying science HAHAHAHAHA no la ;) )&lt;br /&gt;Me: *resists laughter* Okay, and then u tell me, what will that cause?&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Umm.... *thinks for quite some time* Brain problems?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *CONTROLS.* Umm, anything else? Like con.. (I wanted to hint concussion just for fun)&lt;br /&gt;Sis: Um, Cancer.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *thinking OMG WTH?!* Um. NO. Concuss?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Then yea, she finally guessed it correctly (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND. She wanted to laugh at me and say I was bald cause she was fake cutting my hair,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she pronounced BOLD instead of BALD.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMGGGGGGGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm getting lamer by the day because I'm hanging out more often with her each day.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo I think I've changed. But I'm not sure if its for the worse or if its for the better. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-6418076225692339860?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6418076225692339860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=6418076225692339860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6418076225692339860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6418076225692339860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/hilarious-moments.html' title='Hilarious moments. (:'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-174339040663520324</id><published>2010-10-18T21:48:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:51:32.997+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMART ASS.</title><content type='html'>Me: WOW. EH You Become so smart uh? Guessed correctly uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest sister: Oh I think its cause I went for enrichment classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. SHE DAMN CUTE LA SHE.&lt;br /&gt;BECOME SO SMART BECAUSE SHE WENT FOR ENRICHMENT CLASSES.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second sister: YA. Then I go for SUPPLEMENTARY classes uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo I have two NOISY sisters in my study room now. HAHAHAHA. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-174339040663520324?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/174339040663520324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=174339040663520324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/174339040663520324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/174339040663520324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/smart-ass.html' title='SMART ASS.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-6164809995731549391</id><published>2010-10-18T19:36:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T19:52:18.473+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polky dots.</title><content type='html'>I think today's results were pretty good. (:&lt;br /&gt;That's one good thing to be happy about (:&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyy-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm pretty sure everyone's mood was dampened in the early morning with Physics at first,&lt;br /&gt;Haha cause I also didn't do well for that.&lt;br /&gt;But I pretty much expected it so that's alright. (:&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still awfully thankful for the fact I managed to pass :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then was English and it was pretty good. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness. (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then was Maths (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yeapz. It didn't exactly disappoint me too (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will probably be AMaths, Chem &amp;amp; Econs.&lt;br /&gt;Aw shucks.&lt;br /&gt;Hope it'll be okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Katy Perry is really Really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Like she looks awesomely picture perfect can.&lt;br /&gt;Like no matter how, you just won't get sick of looking at her face (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; her songs rock. too. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching channel 8 just now on the show..&lt;br /&gt;umm. The one featuring the top ten male new actors or sth like that?&lt;br /&gt;Haha &amp;amp; I just remembered what Yanxin said before (:&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean Guys CMI. (Cannot make it.)&lt;br /&gt;Heeeee. (:&lt;br /&gt;She's super funny la she (:&lt;br /&gt;I just find alot of the new actors now really look ALOT like the old actors or the actors that are already in this profession.&lt;br /&gt;To think I used to want to be an actress.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I guess its just a dream I used to have. (:&lt;br /&gt;But someone once told me that being in this profession was like..&lt;br /&gt;Haha nvrm. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. HAHAHAHAHAHA. OKAY NVRM HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I'M LISTENING TO PEACOCK BY KATY PERRY.&lt;br /&gt;AND THE BEGINNING OF THE SONG MADE ME GIGGLE ALRDY.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;If yall wanna know why just go listen. (:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAzxc.&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry is CUTE. :D&lt;br /&gt;OMGG. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; OH YAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;I JUST BORROWED A BOOK when I went to Bishan Library with Winglam just now :D&lt;br /&gt;YAY. (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha borrowing books make me happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;I BORROWED A KAREN KINGSBURY BOOK!&lt;br /&gt;Omg I think her books are really nice &amp;amp; inspiring! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna read finish her whole collection of books!&lt;br /&gt;That's my goal! (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha Evian, I've got another nice books to recommend to u! :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;I don't think u read my blog anyway but ANYWAYZ.&lt;br /&gt;Oh &amp;amp; for Wenhui too! (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I've got books to recommend now :D&lt;br /&gt;hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo I don't get the fairytale like feeling. Its not like the movies. It just ain't like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-6164809995731549391?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6164809995731549391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=6164809995731549391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6164809995731549391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6164809995731549391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/polky-dots.html' title='Polky dots.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-4078665321599051449</id><published>2010-10-17T22:15:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:48:07.678+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>I just realised my sister CANNOT roll her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;She said to me,&lt;br /&gt;Jie, you roll your eyes, I also can.&lt;br /&gt;*looks to the side* (5 seconds passed.)&lt;br /&gt;*looks upwards* (5 seconds passed.)&lt;br /&gt;*looks to the other side* (5 seconds passed.)&lt;br /&gt;Looks back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Stare at her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I thought she could do it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when I demonstrated to her again like she can just try to do it faster without having intervals,&lt;br /&gt;she said she couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I realised I shouldn't start teaching her or she may start rolling her eyes at me.&lt;br /&gt;So yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I'm feeling pissed after doing chinese.&lt;br /&gt;I mean like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares what I learn from a chinese passage?&lt;br /&gt;I don't even apply it into my daily life anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to go to sleep &amp;amp; sleep everything off.&lt;br /&gt;Forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;Not be so upset and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want some peace &amp;amp; quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate chinese.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see anything good about it &amp;amp; I'm just too angry to even want to think about anything good about chinese.&lt;br /&gt;Just seeing the paper itself now makes me feel like tearing it into little pieces and burning it up into ashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I got to STOP procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;Lemme do finish the last question first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm totally lying to the examiner about my answers in this paper.&lt;br /&gt;Like they asked about will you treat time as a lion? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I was like yes I will (HECK NO.) Because If I do so, (I WILL GET HIGHER MARKS FOR THIS QUESTION AS COMPARED TO WHEN I SAY NO. I WILL NOT TREAT THE TIME AS A LION.) I will have greater determination to cherish the time I have, and when facing pressure, I will achieve better results and achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I hate chineseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I just saw the email Yuju sent me.&lt;br /&gt;Regarding the hotel I get to choose where we're gonna stay at when I'm at Taiwan with her family when we go sight seeing :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;ITS LOOKS LIKE REALLY REALLY SUPER DUPER NICEEEEEEEEEE CANNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGG! (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha Thanks ALOT Yuju!&lt;br /&gt;That really brightened up my mood! (:&lt;br /&gt;I Love ALL the choices sia.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm really fine with ANY of the rooms,&lt;br /&gt;cause they look very VERY Grand &amp;amp; I LOVE all of them. (:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYY. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyyy&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to expect for tomorrow man.&lt;br /&gt;About the exam results.&lt;br /&gt;I guess what's done can't be undone.&lt;br /&gt;But well, I just still can't help but have this hope that I'll do well.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it seems really difficult for it to happen now,&lt;br /&gt;but to be mentally prepared is really difficult..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how some people do it.. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay gtg sleep now. (:&lt;br /&gt;Goodnightz world. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo I guess I just need a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-4078665321599051449?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/4078665321599051449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=4078665321599051449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4078665321599051449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/4078665321599051449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-7751384705746490865</id><published>2010-10-15T22:44:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T23:12:59.131+07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWWWWW stuffs. :D</title><content type='html'>Heyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I really do not like typing using my iPhone cause there's always alot of mistakes &amp; I'll end up having to backspace &amp; backspace until I change the word. &lt;br /&gt;SO. Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. I'm also lazy to on my comp to type this post HEH. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just me. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so I don't really wanna talk about sad stuff to dampen my mood..&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna thank Huimin, Winnie, Wenhui, Yinyue &amp; DEFINITELY my clique for comforting me just now. (:&lt;br /&gt;It really helped like alot &amp; definitely made me smile cause u cared. (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; TAKE CARE SISTER YAP! :D&lt;br /&gt;Take care of the bruise on ur leg okay (:&lt;br /&gt;Apply lots &amp; lots of ointment &amp; I really hope it'll get Better soon (:&lt;br /&gt;I know it may be rather painful cause I also have gotten such a bruise on my elbow before, but Bear with it Kay! (:&lt;br /&gt;You're strong &amp; it will recover soon (:&lt;br /&gt;So take care &amp; Love you (:&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Hahaha I know ur touched after reading this ;) HAHAHA no la kiddinggggg ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS KUKU! :D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for getting me those new clothes (:&lt;br /&gt;Heh THANKS SO SO SO SO MUCH! &lt;br /&gt;I really Really LOVE those clothes.&lt;br /&gt;Omg they're freaking nice &amp; you're FREAKING AWESOME! :D&lt;br /&gt;Love ya! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;&amp; u know just now cause my kuku &amp; maid was like "EH! Downstairs got the singer leh! Faster faster come see!"&lt;br /&gt;So I was like "OH REALLY REALLY?! OMGOMG OKAY!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Sprints into the kitchen to see through the window if there are singers downstairs.*&lt;br /&gt;"BANG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what.&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I knew, my baby toe was bleeding. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Cause my toe hit the dustbin when I ran to the window D:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I got a shock man.&lt;br /&gt;But haha now it still looks awfully disfigured ):&lt;br /&gt;But at least it stopped bleeding haha (:&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my dad is insanely hilarious. (:&lt;br /&gt;He's the only one that can really communicate with my sister man.&lt;br /&gt;Like my sister is the stubborn sort,&lt;br /&gt;So she is also good with words in a way she can be a lawyer &amp; rebuke everything u say.&lt;br /&gt;But my dad is also good with words &amp; is able to rebuke my sister &amp; make my sister go silent.&lt;br /&gt;Man. He ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: I want u to sit down here to see ur mistakes as I mark.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: But I want u to mark first then only I come over to do my corrections.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: No. U can learn better when u see where u went wrong as I mark &amp; also save time as compared to u wait for me to mark finish then only u start doing corrections.&lt;br /&gt;Sister: NO. I DON'T WANT. I prefer for you to MARK finish first THEN ONLY I come over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under such circumstances, I would have started pulling out her hair &amp; just scream at her to cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: *takes a deep breath &amp; maintains calm composure.*&lt;br /&gt;Jiaxuan. In this world, it's not about what u prefer.&lt;br /&gt;Then, okay, why not u tell the teacher I prefer to have the exam at home instead of at school. Then u'll have the exam at home is it?&lt;br /&gt;Then u can also say u prefer to let the school be built just next to our house, and will that be done?&lt;br /&gt;And u can also prefer to let the SBS bus fetch u every morning just downstairs our house and fetch u back home punctually, &amp; will that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister: *silently glaring at dad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. I was like laughing while brushing my teeth in the kitchen la can.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went plaza sing with clique (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it was FUN! :D&lt;br /&gt;We got to see many things &amp; laugh &amp; just have fun (:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha (: &lt;br /&gt;Clique x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxoxoxo Goodnight World x3 Sleep tight. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-7751384705746490865?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/7751384705746490865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=7751384705746490865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/7751384705746490865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/7751384705746490865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/newwwww-stuffs-d.html' title='NEWWWWW stuffs. :D'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-1105525618843790660</id><published>2010-10-14T14:29:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T14:31:00.920+07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOGSKIN! (:</title><content type='html'>Haha Okay I feel better after finding a nice blogskin and trying it on my blog. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicenicenice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I think this blogskin looks okay.. so hope you people like it too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay now I'm gonna take a break firstttttt then maybe do some more cooking later. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo lalalala. 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(:'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-5586625445381194451</id><published>2010-10-14T13:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T13:42:24.090+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't care anymore.</title><content type='html'>Don't talk to me man.&lt;br /&gt;You don't deserve me to answer you, or to reply you.&lt;br /&gt;I freaking did all those things in the morning for you,&lt;br /&gt;and all u said when u got back was: I'm tired. I don't want to do.&lt;br /&gt;Hey. You think I'm not tired is it?&lt;br /&gt;I freaking wasted my whole freaking morning racking my brains for questions.&lt;br /&gt;Doing all those freaking stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you would just cooperate a little.&lt;br /&gt;You just make me want to give you a tight slap and just scold u and call you bad words can.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when people take me for granted.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not gonna waste my freaking time, my freaking energy, my freaking resources just to help u alrdy.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you would fail your exams with flying colours.&lt;br /&gt;Since you think ur so damn smart and u don't even need to revise and u can get full marks.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;SO BE IT MAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see who will end up crying in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're such an _________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo &amp;amp; Yes. I'm gonna ignore you cause I'm still freaking pissed at you &amp;amp; no amount of sorries u say will make me feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;You just ALWAYS go too far.&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I freaking hate you for treating me like this. Yes. I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-5586625445381194451?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/5586625445381194451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=5586625445381194451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/5586625445381194451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/5586625445381194451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-care-anymore.html' title='I don&apos;t care anymore.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-295302745436792217</id><published>2010-10-13T20:47:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T22:10:46.967+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything &amp; anything random.</title><content type='html'>*Stares at computer screen.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm suddenly speechless at how to start this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay um. Haha so today was oral in school (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think I did okay. (:&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got Mrs Ho. (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; at first I was thinking Oh shucks.&lt;br /&gt;Cause she's the HOD for English so I thought she would be a SUPER STRICT examiner..&lt;br /&gt;So Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;But actually she was really NICE. (:&lt;br /&gt;Haha so I think.. hopefully everything went well (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Yayyy Its bazaar at RP on Friday for me on Friday (:&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on a shopping spreeeeeeeeeeee! (:&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY. :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Haha I'm gonna be stuck at home tutoring my sister for her exams (:&lt;br /&gt;Seeeee?&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a Nice sister ;)&lt;br /&gt;But cause my mum said that now my exams are over,&lt;br /&gt;Its MY role to make sure my sister does well for her exams.&lt;br /&gt;I mean like. I need rest also kay. ):&lt;br /&gt;I just hope she cooperates. *Glares at Xuan*&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; not be bouncing that silly basketball all day long &amp;amp; refusing to work with me or do any extra work.&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing u a favour okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha but I've been cooking dinner these past few days ;)&lt;br /&gt;Cause anyway its been pretty boring at home sometimes when my sister isn't home yet.&lt;br /&gt;So... Haha it is fun cooking okay. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my sister says she wanna name her dogs annabella and anna.&lt;br /&gt;._______________.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna name my dog,&lt;br /&gt;(its most probably gonna be a male..)&lt;br /&gt;Taylor. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Aww Taylor lautner. (:&lt;br /&gt;HEE.&lt;br /&gt;Haha Okay I'm not serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been thinking alot about what I would name my dog if I had one. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I remembered in the past that I used to think I would name my dog names like:&lt;br /&gt;Sushi. Cherish. Love. &amp;amp; recently Christ.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;I thought of that on the bus back home (:&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was thinking if my dog was this super mischievous type,&lt;br /&gt;then I can shout out "Oh CHRIST."&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Then I thought it sounded kinda insulting.&lt;br /&gt;So I was like okay nvrm.&lt;br /&gt;It was just me daydreaming anywayz.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I realised my sister can really Talkkkkk &amp;amp; Talkkkkkkkkk somemore &amp;amp; more &amp;amp; go on &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; on &amp;amp; on like THIS.&lt;br /&gt;Youngest sister. SIX years old.&lt;br /&gt;She's even worse than me ._.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was typing this blog post,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she was telling me about what her two dogs were gonna be like,&lt;br /&gt;what their names were gonna be,&lt;br /&gt;how cute they were,&lt;br /&gt;all the other nice nice names she may be considering of naming her dog she found online.&lt;br /&gt;Screamed about the nice pictures she found on some really adorable dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then somehow linked about this classmate called Collin of hers &amp;amp; what he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;She's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my computer.&lt;br /&gt;Because Its laggy.&lt;br /&gt;Its always LAGGING and dying on me now.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I wanna listen to westlife songs on youtube,&lt;br /&gt;but it streams super slowly.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I'll have to settle for Miranda Cosgrove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about how the results might turn out.&lt;br /&gt;When I did the reflections for Physics &amp;amp; Chem just now,&lt;br /&gt;I knew.&lt;br /&gt;Its not gonna be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its just my fault for not having started studying earlier.&lt;br /&gt;So I can only blame myself for my lousy results.&lt;br /&gt;But its not like I didn't want to start early.&lt;br /&gt;I just had so many things to do before the exams started.&lt;br /&gt;Revising for the tests, doing ASEAN research, CMPS reports, homework, Library Camp plans, &amp;amp; many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; before I end this post,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry Cousin. ):&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I didn't go look for u at Mac just now after that.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I had to leave with Yuju &amp;amp; Winglam then..&lt;br /&gt;But hey don't worry,&lt;br /&gt;I just KNOW. That it tastes okay ;)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe u can pass some to me in my dream tonight heeZ. (:&lt;br /&gt;Love ya loads (:&lt;br /&gt;Honestly. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo Diamond Walls I'd built around my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-295302745436792217?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/295302745436792217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=295302745436792217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/295302745436792217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/295302745436792217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/everything-anything-random.html' title='Everything &amp; anything random.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-6182941353448088255</id><published>2010-10-12T11:36:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T11:57:03.323+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner @ Vivo</title><content type='html'>From last night @ vivo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TLPmx91dWJI/AAAAAAAAASM/F0AVMnVE_jM/s1600/012+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527014913800493202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TLPmx91dWJI/AAAAAAAAASM/F0AVMnVE_jM/s320/012+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TLPmxpntnmI/AAAAAAAAASE/AAsoZY3chRo/s1600/014+(8).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527014908374130274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TLPmxpntnmI/AAAAAAAAASE/AAsoZY3chRo/s320/014+(8).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TLPmxLeetHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EsFKPOkoyqo/s1600/010+(10).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527014900282340466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TLPmxLeetHI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EsFKPOkoyqo/s320/010+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TLPmwyT7H7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/PZaYPdv7Sfk/s1600/008+(9).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527014893527179186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TLPmwyT7H7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/PZaYPdv7Sfk/s320/008+(9).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-6182941353448088255?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6182941353448088255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=6182941353448088255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6182941353448088255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6182941353448088255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/dinner-vivo.html' title='Dinner @ Vivo'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TLPmx91dWJI/AAAAAAAAASM/F0AVMnVE_jM/s72-c/012+(8).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-3937363108154614936</id><published>2010-10-12T11:00:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T11:16:15.378+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams.</title><content type='html'>I've been having lots of dreams lately.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly bad dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how I dreamt that Annabel came after me &amp;amp; tried to kill me with a knife..&lt;br /&gt;Okay if I didn't remember wrongly, it was a chopper.&lt;br /&gt;Cause she was sleepwalking.. (more like sleeprunning)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; came charging into this weird room that I've never seen before &amp;amp; I was inside.&lt;br /&gt;I was screaming &amp;amp; shouting &amp;amp; trying to defend myself from getting slashed by her.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; she only woke up when I managed to get the chance to give her a slap to wake her up.&lt;br /&gt;And she was like: "Huh? What happened? Why Am I Here?"&lt;br /&gt;When I was just too terrified to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; last night I dreamt about something.&lt;br /&gt;Cause ytd afternoon when I went for lunch with Yuju &amp;amp; Winglam,&lt;br /&gt;they talked about how just ONE drop of blood can tell u alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;Like for 400 uses if I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Like for example your sugar level, cholestrol all those.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; last night I dreamt that somehow I was at the hospital &amp;amp; I think I did a blood check..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the doctor just took one drop of blood &amp;amp; he said he was able to tell when I would die.&lt;br /&gt;How many days I have left in this world before I would go.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;.&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;It was just too scary.&lt;br /&gt;I was just so scared that I didn't reply the doctor &amp;amp; I didn't ask the doctor about when I would die.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I begged the doctor not to tell me.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I think I forgot his reply.&lt;br /&gt;But then later it somehow linked to 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I was thinking in my dream..&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I would be gone 2 years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Omg. I Just realised something.&lt;br /&gt;In my dream when I went for the blood check,&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing the shirt I'm wearing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack. I don't know what I'm thinking now.&lt;br /&gt;These dreams still set my heart racing okay.&lt;br /&gt;Cause it was really scary &amp;amp; its still stuck in my head now.&lt;br /&gt;So I just don't feel good somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Lord. Help me. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; these dreams just come in snippets.&lt;br /&gt;Like one dream can somehow change scene &amp;amp; lead to another scary dream.&lt;br /&gt;But I forgot the rest.&lt;br /&gt;I just kinda remember the people, but forgot what happened.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of many many people.&lt;br /&gt;People that have not come into my dreams before.&lt;br /&gt;Jayner, Annabel, Puiying, Poyi.. many others.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Puiying &amp;amp; Poyi appeared in my dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;Like somehow I wanted to help Puiying buy.. something I forgot what..&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; somehow she kept rejecting it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;Then somehow Poyi came into the picture..&lt;br /&gt;But then I forgot what happens next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that It didn't leave me with a good feeling when I finally woke up at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And our dreams are who we are."&lt;br /&gt;- Barbara Sher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;So does it mean I'm just some sort of villain or someone who deserves to be killed or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come most of the quotes I've seen are talking about good dreams?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; about how dreams make you who you are &amp;amp; to be glad of ur dreams &amp;amp; all that nonsense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo All I know is that I'm deathly afraid now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-3937363108154614936?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/3937363108154614936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=3937363108154614936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3937363108154614936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3937363108154614936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-5259209333057694670</id><published>2010-10-11T13:25:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:55:07.363+07:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sister: Jie. *extends hand out to me* Congratulations on your final day of exam today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: OH YEAAAAAAAAA! Finally exam finish already. Aiya. But howwwww I don't think I can pass AMathsssss....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sister: Huh how come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I didn't finish my paper cause I..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*got cut off by sis.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis: HUH WHAT?!? YOU DIDN'T FINISH??? OI. YOU MUST ALWAYS ALWAYS REMEMBER TO NEVER EVER LEAVE A QUESTION BLANK. NO MATTER WHAT YOU MUST FINISH THE PAPER AND AT LEAST WRITE SOME STATEMENTS OR WORKINGS ON THE PAPER. NO MATTER WHAT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: But I don't know how to..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*got cut off again. ._.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sis: DON'T KNOW HOW TO DO ALSO MUST TRY AND AT LEAST WRITE SOME WORKINGS ON THE PAPER AND YOU NEVER KNOW WHEN THAT ONE OR TWO MARKS IS GONNA GET YOU YOUR A1!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids. Before they go on to secondary school. They always think its EASY to just try to tikam &amp;amp; get some answer even though they have no clue how to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. Think again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA EXAMMMMMMMMMMMSSSSS OVERRRRRR!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYY :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahahaha (: I can finally rest &amp;amp; play &amp;amp; sleep &amp;amp; do whatever I want. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today basically AMaths was crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't manage to finish..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I managed to attempt every question..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But some questions I did halfway then they said stop writing. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So.. I think about close to 20 marks just flew away. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH WELLZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only care about the time after exams now :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking on the dark side:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. ASEAN conference will have to go on. (More work. Research etc etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Final CMPS finalisation stuff. (Scrapbooking..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. ONE MORE MONTH TO CHINESE O LEVEL. Omg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking on the BRIGHT side:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. TAIWAN TRIP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 More CLIQUE OUTINGS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. BIRTHDAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Relative's wedding in Langkawi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Torture Sis. (Tutoring her for her upcoming exams.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha Yeappz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha Omggg. You know I can hear some electric guitar sounds from the other block at my side now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sounds really cool. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha Okay so a few pics before I'll go download some NEW NICE SONGS! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoopie. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526676074528622338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TLKym7LtxwI/AAAAAAAAARk/9Nk-Vn3aPk8/s320/008.PNG" border="0" /&gt;Haha True, true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526676070532116034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TLKymsS37kI/AAAAAAAAARc/K_ktFibDA4c/s320/033+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;JY &amp;amp; Me (: &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526676077981322194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TLKynIC5y9I/AAAAAAAAARs/TlDqTX8bQK0/s320/036+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt;These two cute fellas. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;xoxoxoxo I want everything to stay as it is right now. Hopefully.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Can't believe I'm gonna meet you for dinner tonight after so many years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Its like. Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Guess I can only hope it won't be too awkward. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After all.. oh nvrm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sigh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-5259209333057694670?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/5259209333057694670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=5259209333057694670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/5259209333057694670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/5259209333057694670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TLKym7LtxwI/AAAAAAAAARk/9Nk-Vn3aPk8/s72-c/008.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-2173775377366401182</id><published>2010-10-10T22:10:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:12:30.936+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOYCE! :D</title><content type='html'>OH YA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOYCEEEEEEEEEEEEE! (:&lt;br /&gt;Hope you've had a really FUN day today ;)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I know u must've been super touched when I stayed up to send u the Birthday sms at 12am.&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine.&lt;br /&gt;11.59pm.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;See? I was so anxious that I actually sent a minute early HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I doubt u'll see this post since I don't think u visit my blog..&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ON 10.10.10.!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What a Nice date. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxo Haha. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-2173775377366401182?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/2173775377366401182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=2173775377366401182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/2173775377366401182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/2173775377366401182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-joyce-d.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOYCE! :D'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-6165960275977517014</id><published>2010-10-10T21:51:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:09:24.968+07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMATHS. AHHHHHHHHHHH.</title><content type='html'>Dry eyes, Dry eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMATHSZXCKJREFHIRFHKDNFKJCNSDNKUDEFWF.&lt;br /&gt;is tmrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm not like 100% sure of most of the stuff in my AMath tb.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I don't freak out during the exam tmrrrrrrrz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. If only we had photocopiers in our brains.&lt;br /&gt;Then we could just ZAP.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; voila. All inside our brain in a matter of seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I think Miranda Cosgrove sings really nice songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I realised I really like the sign &amp;amp;.&lt;br /&gt;cause somehow I think it looks.. nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; yeap.&lt;br /&gt;My mum was right.&lt;br /&gt;High IQ + Low EQ = Really bad combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, its no use having to be someone who's SUPER DUPER smart but has SUPER DUPER LOW EQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhsjhvdujygdiuwhefiouewhfdhfbwefhbikuhsdk,sjanxkjsdbcmhbcoahdoqwhef.&lt;br /&gt;I mean its like so wheweuhfikdhksdhfuyigkjnsakjxbndskhfbwkbfc.&lt;br /&gt;Yes it seriously is very sjkdhiweuhfi3uwhkwejdbnskdbcjsdbfosabdlasndkdfbiwue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole list of things to do after the exams:&lt;br /&gt;1) Download Miranda Cosgrove's songs&lt;br /&gt;2) SLEEP at 10pm &amp;amp; wake up at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;3) Take 3 hour long Afternoon naps.&lt;br /&gt;4) Scream without having to look at the clock to see if I still have enough time to spare just to scream.&lt;br /&gt;5) GO OUT WITH CLIQUE!&lt;br /&gt;6) TAIWAN TRIP with Yuju!&lt;br /&gt;7) WEDDING of relative!&lt;br /&gt;8) LANGKAWI OUTING!&lt;br /&gt;9) Read MORE books.&lt;br /&gt;10) Watch TV (inclusive of 5.30pm, 7pm &amp;amp; 9pm show. Yes. I'm gonna be a couch potato.)&lt;br /&gt;11) Go Window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;12) Go SHOPPING. *looks at mummy &amp;amp; smiles sweetly*&lt;br /&gt;13) Hang out with Esther &amp;amp; Cassia (OMGGG. I can't wait!)&lt;br /&gt;14) Play more iPhone games.&lt;br /&gt;15) Blog more often. (I'll try. Cause I may procrastinate in onning my comp sometimes. Cause its like freaking laggy nowadays.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. &amp;amp; of course many many more.&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't list them all out now cause I'm just not in the mood I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Uuugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxo Oh Lord. I don't want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-6165960275977517014?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6165960275977517014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=6165960275977517014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6165960275977517014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6165960275977517014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/amaths-ahhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AMATHS. AHHHHHHHHHHH.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-7550661603633067967</id><published>2010-10-10T20:01:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T20:06:22.651+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously kutupad.</title><content type='html'>Me: HAHA YOU KUTUPAD! &lt;br /&gt;Sister: Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister: *tries to insult youngest sister*&lt;br /&gt;HAHA YOU TUTUPIE! (she wanted to say Kutupad, after hearing it once from me HAHAHAHA) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whattheheck. HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxoxo it's confirmed. I'm gonna die during AMaths tmr. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-7550661603633067967?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/7550661603633067967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=7550661603633067967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/7550661603633067967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/7550661603633067967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/seriously-kutupad.html' title='Seriously kutupad.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-756546984896458730</id><published>2010-10-08T18:59:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T19:01:09.299+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers.</title><content type='html'>Oh ya and I just remembered I'm supposed to give you my answer right..&lt;br /&gt;But well. I guess this is kinda personal..&lt;br /&gt;so HEH If yall want the answer maybe come look for me &amp;amp; we'll talk about it?&lt;br /&gt;Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Gtg now.&lt;br /&gt;Byez. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-756546984896458730?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/756546984896458730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=756546984896458730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/756546984896458730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/756546984896458730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/answers.html' title='Answers.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-3048785501605301081</id><published>2010-10-08T18:37:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T18:56:24.078+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the weather.</title><content type='html'>arghhhhhhh. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling horribleeeeeeee omggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;And its NOT cause of the exams or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Its cause of my sore throat + cold.&lt;br /&gt;Omg my cold is the worst one.&lt;br /&gt;Its like you wanna sneeze but u can't sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;Omgggg.&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried sleeping it off but when I woke up,&lt;br /&gt;the problem didn't go away. ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this annoying fly/ant/I don't know &amp;amp; I don't wanna know what its name is,&lt;br /&gt;ON MY TABLE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna kill it.&lt;br /&gt;So I tried flicking it away but then it just went like 5 cm away and continued coming closer to me AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;Then I tried blowing it away and its just like SUPER THICK SKIN (Omg.)&lt;br /&gt;It just stuck its big FAT stomach on the table and refused to be blown off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;My exams this week were.. okayy..&lt;br /&gt;I guess.. In general, I think and hope with all my heart that I'll be able to pass all subjects successfully.&lt;br /&gt;But actually I think both sciences (Chem + Physics) = Bye Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Econs today was..&lt;br /&gt;adding to the fact that my COLD (again.) just made me feel horrible while doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh and it was SOOO embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I went into the hall,&lt;br /&gt;then just before we started, I realised I didn't bring in my EZ Link card.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I was like OMG CRAP. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;So I raised up my hand and OMGGGG Winnie, &amp;amp; I think Wenhui? Or some other really kind souls helped me by raising their hands too to tell the tcher I was calling the tcher.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA &amp;amp; Bertrand also helped by his "AHEM AHEM." SUPER LOUDLY.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA That was funny.&lt;br /&gt;Haha Thanks Winnie, Wenhui, Bertrand and I think there are also others in front who helped. (:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much! (:&lt;br /&gt;I think the MCQs for the Econs paper are a killer.&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;I almost died racking my brains for the answer when I couldn't concentrate. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; my computer is LAGGINGGGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;SUPER BADLY lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why but I don't feel in the least happy or comforted that there's only one paper left to go before the exams end.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't feel how I thought I would feel today.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm worried over how the results will turn out.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of having to see my lousy results each time and feeling so upset inside.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do really well, to prove to MYSELF that I have the ability and that I'm not dumb or stupid.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow it always backfires.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always the average or sometimes even LOWER than the average.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt that no matter how hard u try, ur always unable to do well or at least meet your own expectations?&lt;br /&gt;Yea well. *High Five* to those who are in the same boat as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end my post with a quote.&lt;br /&gt;I don't fully get what it means though.. but heck that. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Philosophy is a study that lets us be unhappy more intelligently."&lt;br /&gt;- Unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo Please go away cold. You're ruining EVERYTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-3048785501605301081?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/3048785501605301081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=3048785501605301081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3048785501605301081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3048785501605301081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/under-weather.html' title='Under the weather.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-3025954166716480519</id><published>2010-10-03T21:11:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T21:20:14.985+07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know. I know.</title><content type='html'>Yes I know I know. &lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be studying/mugging/crying/panicking for the exams tmr.&lt;br /&gt;I get it okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace Ms Kwa Geok Choo.&lt;br /&gt;And Stay Strong Mr Lee Kuan Yew.&lt;br /&gt;We love you. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think life is fragile.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;So what if we get good results?&lt;br /&gt;So what if we do like awesomely well but die the next moment?&lt;br /&gt;Then when we're in heaven, all we can remember is how hard we've studied to get good results,&lt;br /&gt;But in actual fact you know what?&lt;br /&gt;We've all practically failed the exam God has been giving us this whole time.&lt;br /&gt;The exam God gave us, had just this one question written on it:&lt;br /&gt;What is life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, people would give model answers like oh it's about being happy and doing well and all those stuff,&lt;br /&gt;But in actual fact, how many people have actually made it and did all those on their life?&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Stumped eh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: This is what happens when u get exam stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's another question that I've been pondering for awhile lately.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, It's Kinda off topic from what I just said.. But anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were given a choice, &lt;br /&gt;Would you choose to save someone who loves you or someone whom you love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell y'all my answer another time.&lt;br /&gt;So.. Ciao! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo ugh. Back to Geog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-3025954166716480519?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/3025954166716480519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=3025954166716480519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3025954166716480519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3025954166716480519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know. I know.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-3278249251960883491</id><published>2010-09-28T22:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T22:02:40.433+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I freaking lost Bobby.&lt;br /&gt;I just realised it man.&lt;br /&gt;Shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;);&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-3278249251960883491?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/3278249251960883491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=3278249251960883491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3278249251960883491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/3278249251960883491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-freaking-lost-bobby.html' title=''/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-6912987073392860291</id><published>2010-09-28T21:08:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T21:31:30.282+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling blue, red and mainly blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I just knocked my elbow on the wall before going into the toilet just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts like crap can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like when I accidentally banged my elbow on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt a pang of coldness the just struck my arm and I was like thinking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Did I just break a blood vessel or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And It was really painful for quite some time man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now it still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha Gor, You're really REALLY sweet to ___.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. I support u ALL THE WAY and I meant it when I said CRY. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiayo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say they may have Monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with that now cause u know u really can almost literally see &amp;amp; feel the colour blue when you're feeling upset or just moody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood has been blue just recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes red. HOT. Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if not, it's Blue. STAGNANT acrylic blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired of trying to keep things together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I know I'm clearly just lying to myself when I say I CAN. Keep it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its just the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its something else I'm just trying to avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally realised something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what my favourite three words in my life are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three words. Yes. Its three words all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Don't. Know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not I Love You. Neither is it I Hate You. Neither is it I Miss You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is gonna drop one of her front tooth! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha adorableeee &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*screams and runs over to me*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" JIE JIEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! COME COME LOOK!!!! SEE MY TEETH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME COME U CAN TRY SHAKING IT!!!!! YOU SEE? GOT SEE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS SHAKKKIIINNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. I don't want to drop my tooth. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pouts and gives me the sad look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha she's cute. And noisy. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my maid and sister make a really "GREAT" pair. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching a tv drama on channel 8..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*On TV: Guy is drunk and girl tries to help him up but ends up falling flat on the guy and accidentally kisses him on the lips.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid &amp;amp; Sister: *Giggles* AT THE SAME TIME. mg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Gives the WTH look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*On TV: Girl looks embarrassed and tries to get up and the guy holds on to the girl, stares into her eyes for a few seconds and pulls her back in for another kiss, whereas girl looks really shocked.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maid &amp;amp; Sister: *BURSTS OUT LAUGHING.* AT THE SAME TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *Covers my face that already has the Ohmydeargoodness look on* -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo Smile Jiawen SMILEEEE! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you out to try to make me hate you?&lt;br /&gt;Well. I think you'd better try changing tactics.&lt;br /&gt;Its causing me more hurt than hate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-6912987073392860291?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/6912987073392860291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=6912987073392860291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6912987073392860291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/6912987073392860291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/09/hey-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-448191706081051216</id><published>2010-09-26T14:47:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T22:29:24.159+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adorable pictures (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TJ77Q0mrplI/AAAAAAAAARM/LuyJGHVEkME/s1600/MR+HAPPY!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521126459620173394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TJ77Q0mrplI/AAAAAAAAARM/LuyJGHVEkME/s320/MR+HAPPY!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MR HAPPY! :D He's soooo adorable right? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TJ77QjYZMZI/AAAAAAAAARE/uYf3aklcj0I/s1600/Happy+Grandma+Cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521126454996840850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TJ77QjYZMZI/AAAAAAAAARE/uYf3aklcj0I/s320/Happy+Grandma+Cow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA This reminds me of a Grandma Cow I don't know why ^^ Haha and I was like Omg what an adorable cow with such a bright and cute smile and I was thinking how could it be possible for a cow to have such BRIGHT and SHINING and STRAIGHT teeth until I realised it was photoshopped. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TJ77QmS2LZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ew5Plt1BxSA/s1600/Happiness+in+our+hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521126455778880914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TJ77QmS2LZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ew5Plt1BxSA/s320/Happiness+in+our+hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is in our hands. Now I'm passing my piece of happiness from my hands, to You. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TJ77QWAH-II/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vBx5r7Mz9ZA/s1600/Definition+of+Hapiness+by+a+5+year+old.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521126451405387906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TJ77QWAH-II/AAAAAAAAAQ0/vBx5r7Mz9ZA/s320/Definition+of+Hapiness+by+a+5+year+old.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS. IS. REMARKABLE. I Love the 5 year old child. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TJ77QNKqTaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/uwvCUhVQwvw/s1600/DanceLoveSingLive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521126449033661858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TJ77QNKqTaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/uwvCUhVQwvw/s320/DanceLoveSingLive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Difficult. But we may try. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo Keeping my fingers crossed ATAP (as tight as possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-448191706081051216?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/448191706081051216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=448191706081051216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/448191706081051216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/448191706081051216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/09/adorable-pictures.html' title='Adorable pictures (:'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wi2MVal7rbs/TJ77Q0mrplI/AAAAAAAAARM/LuyJGHVEkME/s72-c/MR+HAPPY!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1729215353369143167.post-958330879650975248</id><published>2010-09-26T12:26:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T12:45:39.514+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhhhhh HAPPY. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I think there are many things to LAUGH about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the world should be a happier place.&lt;br /&gt;This world should be a place where everyone is able to laugh about their problems.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh about their situations.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh about their accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of weeping and crying about what you've done wrong,&lt;br /&gt;why not smile and be happy at the fact that now you've learnt one new thing on what NOT to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of crying when you fall down the stairs of the bus,&lt;br /&gt;why not start laughing hysterically at what a fool you've made urself to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of feeling indignant and hating someone when they play a prank on you and laugh at you,&lt;br /&gt;Why not start feeling blessed at the thought that at least when they're thinking of pulling a fast one on someone, you were the first thought that came to mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of crying at night after dealing with a heartbreak,&lt;br /&gt;Why not smile and be happy at the fact that you still have nice and sweet memories to keep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of complaining and crying over the mountains of work you have to finish,&lt;br /&gt;why not feel honoured that you are making yourself useful and that people trust you and are able to rely on you to do work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there should be a relay system in this world,&lt;br /&gt;where when one person smiles,&lt;br /&gt;his or her smile will be passed on to two other people,&lt;br /&gt;whose smile will be passed onto another two people each,&lt;br /&gt;whose smile will be passed onto another two people each.&lt;br /&gt;In no time, EVERYONE will own a smile each. FOC.&lt;br /&gt;Now. Ain't that what Singaporeans are always kiasu about?&lt;br /&gt;FOC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, I conclude this post with 5 words and 2 punctuations.&lt;br /&gt;Chey, Easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo I am going to be a happy girl from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself. *Crosses pinkie to pinkie*&lt;br /&gt;It will NOT be easy, but I am going to try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-958330879650975248?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/958330879650975248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=958330879650975248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/958330879650975248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/958330879650975248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/09/ohhhhhh-happy-d.html' title='Ohhhhhh HAPPY. :D'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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-1729215353369143167.post-5004193056383248964</id><published>2010-09-23T20:26:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:47:09.787+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End.</title><content type='html'>GET WELL SOON SISTER YAP! :D&lt;br /&gt;I love you! (: &lt;br /&gt;Take care and get lotsa rest and drink lotsa water and take the medicine regularly kay (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just because somebody doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tralala.&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes I'm really confused who's fault it is.&lt;br /&gt;How I should be feeling.&lt;br /&gt;What I should be wishing for.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I'm feeling really tired now.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna take it easy but it's not as easy as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;This was really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;"I had dreamt of a wedding with elaborate elegance,&lt;br /&gt;A church filled with family and friends,&lt;br /&gt;I asked him what kind of a wedding he wished for,&lt;br /&gt;He said one that would make me his wife."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1729215353369143167-5004193056383248964?l=madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/feeds/5004193056383248964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1729215353369143167&amp;postID=5004193056383248964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/5004193056383248964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1729215353369143167/posts/default/5004193056383248964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madamoisellecarmenyap.blogspot.com/2010/09/end.html' title='The End.'/><author><name>The Gal of times &amp;lt;3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17849386573974429027</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>
