<?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-8095524</id><updated>2011-08-24T17:55:06.897+10:00</updated><title type='text'>çhï¢k §þèãk</title><subtitle type='html'>a pink freak fashionista's rant n ramble haven..pay no heed to the rambling ons u may come across.."life is but a walkin shadow" quote Shakespeare..la dolce vita..enjoy while u can..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-114275644036876660</id><published>2006-03-19T19:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:20:40.376+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Termination of Chick Speak</title><content type='html'>Hello all (not that there are very many visitors out there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to announce the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;termination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of Chick Speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has served its purpose well and has been an excellent blog housing the various emotions of your truly. However, due to various reasons I no longer feel comfortable baring my soul to the big bad world out there and have taken security in an alternate online community of users in which i can keep the worst of my gripes locked away. Blogger also has a number of shortcomings Ive dealt with for long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-114275644036876660?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114275644036876660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=114275644036876660' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/114275644036876660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/114275644036876660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2006/03/termination-of-chick-speak.html' title='Termination of Chick Speak'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-114195814309622636</id><published>2006-03-10T13:29:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:35:43.106+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okies.. i noe i havent been updating here much. it is rather hard to maintain two blogs at one go. at least dis blog here has been spared my mad ranting over the past week about all things concerning the world lit. see the thing is if i update all my mad ranty posts on life journal i actually get comments and ppl hu like sympatise with me. which u noe.. is realli not too bad a booster. plus dere are other fellow LJers who also posts pretty frequent mad ranty posts about all things IB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS FINISHED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.. i had 2  1/2 hours of sleep last night and managed to write my effing draft in one night. i swear im never doing this again. i completely fell asleep during bio today which was sucky cuz it was a HL class and ppl like chudders and arlie are like mad smart bio freaks i just feel soo stupid. scrap that.. i dun feel stupid. i am stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor michelle.. she oni got bout the same amount of sleep as moi but cuz she changed her topic half way thru last night she's oni written bout half of it. ohh.. m sure she'll go allrite. she's like smart lit genius anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways.. m off to go pack and dwnload House and do laundry and crash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-114143938675076781</id><published>2006-03-04T13:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T13:33:54.296+11:00</updated><title type='text'>girls' night out</title><content type='html'>last night was groovy ass fun. we painted the town red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. i had a good time anyways. and i hope everyone else did too. we went to cafe greco on chapel for dinner. they have the most mouth-watering deserts dere... when we arrived which was close to 8, it was still actually pretty quiet. but yea.. we ordered and had pizza, fettucine carbonara, caeser salad and a grilled plate between the 6 of us. a good thing we cancelled the second pizza and the calamari rings.. as there was plenty to eat oledi. and dat saved us some room for dessert. so yea.. dinner was good and the company was awesome. we yakked heaps and i thought it was awesome to just catch up and not think about school for one good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were there for quite a bit i reckon.. and ppl started coming as it got later.. probs for desert and coffee and cafe greco became a bit more happening.. but yea.. we left pretty soon after, just as things were more or less heating up. took a stroll along chapel to walk off the mud cake and tiramisu.. ambience was pretty good. chapel is happening kiddos. but all we could do was gawk at some of the realli awesome lounges on chapel as oni tash was of age amongst us. and sarah had fake ID on her. :( we were dressed right tho. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this time next year.. steph will be there. we will be sitting in there sipping on our cosmos and chatting up those hot hot dudes in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways.. after our little stroll decided to head back.. trams were pretty efficient that night and we arrived at gf at around 10.30.. popped into safeways and picked up a pack of smirnoffs.. during which we got away without being IDed again.. muahaha. well.. tash was wif us.. except she didnt have her starcard wif her den. but yea.. as usual.. urs truly was the one who picked up the drinks and laid them on the counter. lol. it was like.. the youngest and oldest were the ones that got sent in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trams took quite a while to arrive after and the next one oni rocked up at like 11.00pm. we arrived at nat's in about 10-15 mins which was good.. cuz lyn and tash had to be back at midnight cuz they wre doing the info mornings today. but yea.. sat around outside in nat's backgarden and shisha-ed and downed our smirnoffs... opened up the drinking games cards the girls got me (much appreciated me chicas!) and had heaps of fun. fizz buzz close to midnight wif everyone intoxicated was hilarious. and mind you the black ice smirnoffs we had last night were like 1.9 std drinks.. but yea.. tash and shinny shish-ed for the first time.. and tash was such a natural at it whilst shinny was like.. coughing and spluttering.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around midnight, lyn and tash were sent back by michelle and we watched corpse bride. during which i promptly well asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing new there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea.. all in all yesterday's been good. and it was aweosome to not have to think about work and sorta get out of the bh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n so the dreariness sets in.. now that all the fun and partying is over. m off to do work.&lt;br /&gt;'glomps'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-114143938675076781?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114143938675076781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>awww. shucks</title><content type='html'>i just wanna say a big fat thank you followed by lots of big bear hugs and slobbery kisses to all of you out there. i will attempt to list every single one of you and pls pls forgive if i do miss out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nat, tash, sarah, lyn, yunn shin, laura-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for being such darls and organising last night. ice cream cake at 10.30 pm probs wasnt the best idea as i couldnt go to bed till like 2 last night. but still much much appreciated. and the awesome awesome birthday present. i honestly cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sin yi &amp; nishi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- for your birthday wishes at midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sharon, sangi, steff ,sarah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- for the lovely emails you guys sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;tess-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the birthday card in my pigeon hole this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ku-poh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- for my sole bit of birthday related mail. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- for the phone call at 7 in the morning. cant believe u were awake at such an ungodly hour. but i lurrve you all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kim and rach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- for the b'day and freddo frog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;my eco class-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for celebrating with me this morning. mr G for his heartwarming little speech.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;my beautiful mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- for everything ( the cake, the ipod. for just being my mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you guys soo much. its oni 11 in the morning i noe.. and these posts shud ususally be put up at the end of the day. but yea.. queen of procrastination me is wasting yet another spare. and u noe wot? today i dont bloody care. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a quick mention that it realli means a lot dat u guys remembered and care and are so sweet. just rest assured u oni have to do this once a year. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will update again later tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for friday!!!! hope u all have a good time then too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-114117080317374269?l=chicspeak.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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-114084495462526573</id><published>2006-02-25T15:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T16:22:34.673+11:00</updated><title type='text'>melbourne grammar social</title><content type='html'>was at the melbourne grammar social last night and the theme was 'outrageous'. couple of girls took it realli seriously and got realli dressed up. kudos to the swimsuits : tess, belle and sally. you guys looked realli hot and 'outrageous'. i didnt get dressed up as much as u noe.. i was gonna be formal date hunting..but dat proved pretty unsuccessful as a lot of the guys were like younger.. so u noe.. dey were wot.. bryan's age. eep :/ i did think rory was pretty hot tho. but nah.. didnt get to talk to him much. the music played was so-so.. dere were good and bad tracks but i guess the vibe all around wasnt all dat bad. esp when it started getting darker and evrything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg. some random dude frm like papua new guinea started feeling me up on the dance floor when i started being a little friendly. dude. friendly does not = invitation to feel me up. it was like he suddenly had like 8 arms or sumthin and was all over me. ick. gotaway as soon as i can and avoided him for the rest of the night. dere was another desperate dan who went around soliciting girls for his so called term break 'party'.lol. he was quite a loser and i actually felt sorri for him. he spoke to like, nat, lyn, me, and countless other girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess as social experiences go.. this could have been much better. hmm. i realli hope adrian doesnt back out on me. must go shopping for formal dress. soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC01051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC01051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;sall and belle- our swim suit girls. they actually rocked up in fluro leotards. pretty spunky &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC01052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC01052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tess and i- tess was part of the swimsuit trio &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC01054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC01054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the tram stop.isnt emma's wig funky ass? daph has sumthin similar in blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. tat's all the pics i have for now which im willing to put up. my stupid camera died on the way to the social so i dun actually have any pics at the social itself. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its raining soo heavily that i just wanna go sleep. man. so much work. speaking of which im realli scrwed for the world lit cuz i havent done anything n teh draft is due like the following week. went to allan's wif lyn and tash just now and also to bob stuart's to finally get my blazer done. twas raining so heavily dat we decided to have tea and wait for the rain to subside. it didnt and we ended up catching a taxi back home. was very cold while waiting for our taxi. a nice change frm the heat of last nite tho. ended sleeping in undies oni last night. &gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-114084495462526573?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114084495462526573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=114084495462526573' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/114084495462526573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/114084495462526573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2006/02/melbourne-grammar-social.html' title='melbourne grammar social'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-114060023873668069</id><published>2006-02-22T20:23:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T21:55:25.833+11:00</updated><title type='text'>drowning in deadlines</title><content type='html'>okies.. for some reason dat just published without me even begining to post anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. neways, today was yr 12 reflection day. which wasnt too bad actually. we did the walk first, followed by the talk and then the reflection. which was pretty allrite the way it was arranged. i thought the walk was the most inspiring and dat samara was realli good. in fact i liked her the best. so yea.. we were basically taken round the block frm where collin's street is, which is all posh and lined wif LV, Tiffany  &amp; Co, Bang &amp;amp; Olufsen, The Westing and other swanky high rises and corporate offices to the nearby back alleys where the homeless shoot up heroine and all manner of drugs, get drunk, throw up, piss, and basically hide from the swankiness of collin's street. it was just such a change to be in one world and then a diff one the very next. so yea hands on learning or rather watching it was. we were also taken down to credo cafe which is run by urban seed and basically is a safe haven tucked away in a little alley of collin's where they serve ppl meals FOC. te work that they did realli did strike a chord within me as it wasnt as if it was a welfare/ charity system.. u noe.. just a bunch of ppl hu got togethr and started cooking for the ppl of the streets which in a sense is realli heartwarming as they were treating these ppl like ppl and not charity cases. i think it was particularly meaningful to be returning to this place today and being told about wot they did and all dat when we actually went and donated food frm the boarding hse last year during celebration evening. we had heaps of packed lunches and nobody was taking them and so we decided to bring them to this place instead of chucking them out as suggested by last yr's yr 12s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reflection session was pretty good too. but i thought the talk wasnt all dat great. they kept on going on about how we're all worth more than our enters and all dat but i just thought that it made it all the more stressful as i just kept on thinking about my enter and the whole lot. and i reckon it just pretty much freaked me out. i mean.. they're telling is that its ok to stuff up. dat its not the be all and end all. but i dunno. this just seems to drive home the fact that this is that important. which it is. oh man. it just so is!!! this determines every bloody thing that i do with the rest of my life. having met with the careers councellor on mon.. ive just realised how bloody high i have to aim for to say get into my dream course. omg. and listening to some of the ppl talk today.. ive realised that ive always wanted to noe wot i wanted to do with my life.. but at this moment i guess im just not very sure anymore. like i mean i probs will be able to cope but in terms of self fullfillment, would it be enuf? im not as shallow as i seem i guess. i do want to give some back to the community you noe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point is i dunno.. it just seems so overwhelming rite now. having got to make these decisions.. when i well friends back home dont have to. dun get me wrong guys.. im not being resentful or anything.. just a little envious at times.rite now.. i just feel like thing's are moving waay too fast for me. im scarreedddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note. my awesome awesome friends here got me tix to go watch the lion king on the 31st of march. whee!! we went to check out the regeant threatre today cuz i realli wanted to go see it and before i knew it they were like steph, we're paying for your ticket. i was like noo waaayy. its soo expensive. but they did anyway and i lurve them!!! i mean its like 100 aussie for one ticket and dat makes it close to wot 300 bucks back home split between i dunno 4 ppl is shit loads. but yea.. spoke to mommy about it and i'll be throwing an awesome dinner party for the couple of us next friday. not sure where we're going yet. i shud call up grecco.. dat place is pretty kewl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oso.. brekkie at tiddeman was fun. uppie was so popular and so was mr girvan. and den dere was bernie whom i swear is hot. lol. oh and i found out mrs wallington has a son in yr 12 and dat means it adds to my lil portfolio of teacher's sons. god ur so sad steph. perving on teacher's kids whom youve never actually met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!! STEFF NG. you never told me you got wif KOK SHIN. you guys must be sooo cute togethr.i had to hear it frm yanni. pffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-114060023873668069?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114060023873668069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=114060023873668069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/114060023873668069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/114060023873668069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2006/02/drowning-in-deadlines.html' title='drowning in deadlines'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-114017133997269189</id><published>2006-02-17T20:37:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T19:25:59.010+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Queenscliff</title><content type='html'>the bio excursion was realli realli good. it seemed like the best educational excursion i had ever went on. yea.. i actually learnt stuff this time around. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.15 am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fi thought the bus was leaving frm fitzwilliam and so we went up to the top of the school all pumped for the excursion onli to find that there was noone there but mr mac waiting for us. i knew he said down the bottom. i was soo sure. but anyways.. yea.. he must have known there would be dim-wits like us who would have gotten the simplest of instructions wrong. was late as usual in true boarder fashion. realli, when we live in school ud expext us to be on time for any school related stuff. nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 hours later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a very long and boring bus ride..during which i slept most of the way.. we reached queensciff. was taken straight to the coastal area/ beach / barwon heads and introduced to out guide person for the day janice. were split into 2 groups. weather was awesome.. sea was soo blue.. tide was fairly high and waves were awesome. we didnt get to go splash around in the sea. yet. were shown various moluscs and sea creatures residing in the rocky areas. there were so many of them including little starfish. there were barnacles, periwinkles, sea anemones, mussels, chequerboard snails and heaps of other little creatures. hah. the best part was towards the end of out time at the beach was able to identify most of the little creatures. there were so many barnacles at some of the higher rocky areas which was simply awesome as our (lyn and i and coincidentally heaps of other ppl) chosen crustacean was the barnacle . yes they are crustaceans. did our quadrat counts pretty quickly and headed of to the marine centre for some lunch, lab classes and snorkelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lunch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a picnic lunch outside the marine centre. everyone brought heaps of food. i brought paper cups as someone was bringing cordial. but we didnt end up using them. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marine Centre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attended a lab class where we got to play around wif tube worms and kill them in order to 'get the sperms working'. yea apparently they release their gametes onli when they are about to die. was rather fun. rather amazing to see so many creatures live in such an enclosed little space. as we sliced the choral bits open, so many little creatures started swimming out. after that we were taken to their indoor rock pool thingo where we could touch and handle the various creatures. the crabs and starfish (btw they call them seastars here) and the jelly like plant things were all awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SNORKELLING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally like the super highlight of the trip. the bus came to get us frm the marine centre and drop off the other group to do their lab work and took us to the jetty area where a boat was waiting to take us out to sea. oh man. excitingness it was. reached there.. suited up fairly quickly as my wetsuit seemed to fit on fine.. altho cant say the same for the other girls.. as i reckon a lot of the suits they had were for men and thus were rather big waist up. flippered up and got my snorkle goggles and mouthpiece going and on board the boat it was. got horrible wet on the boat as the sea spray came directly at pip, sarah and i. got to the little enclosed area in the middle of the sea. there were heaps of these fishing birds ( i cant remember wot they're called) but yea. bottoms in we were and into the deep blue ocean we went. the currents were rather strong today and so we didnt quite leave our not-so-little enclosure. there was still heaps of marine life anyways. saw heaps of fish and tried to dive in after them but was kept buoyant by wetsuit. hmmph. also saw a sting ray which was pretty kewl. to greatest dissapointment didnt see any sharks, even tho we were 'told' there would be some. bah. but yea.. it was realli fun and we were in the water for about 4o minutes. was getting rather cold. just as well we had wetsuits that kept us fairly insulated. oni went in bathers in bali and fed the fish there. waters here were much clearer here but the marine life in bali i thought was better. but anyhoos... t'was a very enjoyable snorkelling experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5-ish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;towelled of and changed into clean clothes and went to pick up the others for dinner. stopped in the small town in queenscliff and had awesome fish and chips. ohh they were soo good. but the chips were rather salty and im feeling realli dehydrated now. despite drinking like a camel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 hours later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another realli boring bus ride back, during which i also slept heaps but got realli cold and woke up quite a lot cuz the girls at the back were making quite a ruckus..we're back at MLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to become a marine biologist. i actually did seriously consider that during the lab class. well i definetly want to go snorkel down at the great barrier reef. me likey the sea. a pisces through and through. like seriously.. water is soo many element. i feel reali comfortable in water, the sea, u name it. oh and yes i intend to get my scuba diving license when im rich enuf to afford the lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-114017133997269189?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114017133997269189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=114017133997269189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/114017133997269189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;today has been pretty awesome soo far. for once i actually quite like val's day. well.. u noe.. not that ive found that special someone to celebrate it with yet.. but u noe.. when i do.. its gonna be explosive and make up for all those years ive missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. recevied awesome choccies from Nat (they were Haighs), Tash (with a kickass msg to boot: okies mebe not seeing as it comments on my current formal datelessness. but i still luv her) and most awesome of all frm shinny who gave us a box of milk tray deluxe selection each. yay! oh yes and realli sweet v's message frm tess. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realli didnt noe hu it was frm initially. as i have no idea wot her hand writting looked liked and it was quite obviously anonymous. but yea.. a very pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arr.. i do hate times like these tho.. just makes me think even more about things long past. wonder wot it wud have been like if it had worked out. i wonder if he even noes. god steph. ur sad and pathethic. get over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dangit P5 mths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back- update:&lt;br /&gt;a pretty red candle thingy frm another anonymous person. realli thought it was lyn. but she said it wasnt. hmm.. being in a girl's school isnt all that bad after all. isnt it exciting when u get stuff in ur pigeon hole?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113989754383743340?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113989754383743340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113989754383743340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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'does little jig of happiness around room'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of my fucking life i dun ever have to look at medea or scission again. EVER again. yes ppl. i did my orals in period 1 today and its all over. yes.. okies. fine. the little perfectionist in me is still a tad worried bout the results. like sharon went first and she was simply awesome. like she realli set the mark waay up high for the rest of us. ms wadden told her herself dat she didnt have to worry bout that 15% of her english grade. how bloody awesome is dat??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats it. dat was the oni thing i actually did and prepared over the hols. and i dunno.. i just hope it went all rite. hmmm.. thinking back bout how i went actually makes me feel more nervous. cuz now i just simply cant do anything bout it anymore. 'shudders' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways.. from now on.. i'll realli be pulling all-nighters for all the other assignments. thinking about it.. m gonna have to go thru this all over again wif the TOK orals next week. i swear im gonna start on them this week and not wait till the weekend. i will. i said i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody period 5. IT period 5. it sucks balls when uve just had a period 4 spare as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113980449614134534?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113980449614134534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113980449614134534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113980449614134534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113980449614134534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2006/02/eng-orals.html' title='eng orals'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113957438372374941</id><published>2006-02-10T23:02:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T23:34:01.603+11:00</updated><title type='text'>F.R.I.D.A.Y</title><content type='html'>finally the weekend's here. this week has just been super full-on and im kinda glad its over. its funny cuz i think everyone's in heaps of stress wif orals season round the block and like just essay after essay due week after bloody consecutive week till like june or sumthing. i supp as long as i dun think about those impending dooms i realli have been enjoying most of my classes. i dunno.. being in yr 12 still seems so surreal for me. like even wif our jumpers embroidered and everything... so yea.. was early for mths today and saw poor zahra slumped outside class looking realli tired and baggy-eyed. poor darling. totally feel her pain. and like fi this morning hu was up till realli late working on a psyc essay or sumthin.. and tash hu was also realli stressed out last nite bout her orals and like shinny who went to see ms wallington and never told anyone of us about it cuz she was trying to get her like horrid horrid timetable changed. and we were doing the stall today and we were about to go deliver ms wallington's and stozza's orders to them cuz they hadnt picked it up yet and i insisted on going to SS office cuz its nearer as opposed to principal's admin and den i found out why shinn wanted to go see ms wallington and i just feel like such a biatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrid and tiring week aside.. classes have been pretty allrite so far.. except mebe bio in which we're currently doing genetics but seeing as i didnt do yr 10 genetics, didnt quite get wot some of the basic stuff at first.. but i guess i do now.. and den ooh.. dere's d snorkelling excursion next friday but i swear i think im gonna get my period den which is gonna piss me off soo much cuz i realli wanna go snorkelling and everything and we have to write up a prac afterdat.. eco this week has been surprisingly good. i think ive realli grown to love our class. we found out girvie's age the other day in the stupidest of ways.. he told us his chinese zodiac animal and mths whizz yi like immediately shouted out his age. ahahaha. dat was truly hilarious. and of sarah endersbee baked us like mars slices for our period 5 dat day which was really really sweet of her. m rather worried bout being in ms wadden's class tho.. like i dunno.. she's realli nice and everything and i realli like her but argghhh.. uppie pushed his class so much and i guess in a way im relieved im not in his class cuz fi and tash are just under so much stress and like it just seems wrong dat we arent. plus.. when it comes to english i realli need dat extra help. hopefully jing can come tutor me. she got like 44 and does HL eng in which she got like 7. siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eep :/ preferances are also due soon. omg. i have no idea wot id put down. m scared.very scared now. like ultimately commerce will feature sumwhere on there. but wot if i dun get the score i want. i swear i will like totally commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note.. this evening was stozza's garden party. in the front gardens, in front of the boarding hse. awesome vantage point frm steph' s room. uh huh. and we totally wanted to gate crash as waitresses or sumthing. it wud have been hilarious. serving ur teachers booze. nicking a couple of swigs ourselves. hopefully not falling into the fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we didnt. tash and i settled for spying on den frm our room and the year 11 common room and blowing bubbles down on to the garden party. which yes.. i will admit does sound rather posh. so yea.. d bubbles were rather unsuccessful tho. wind was blowing the wrong way and like teh bubbles were just coming back into my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went down the road for dinner after that. had a pretty good time.. so yea.. dat was kewl. vowed i will do some work this evening. doesnt look like its happening. will hermit tomoro i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news.. i hear lynnie's much happier now. which is a good thing. luv yanni for her concern and everyone elses'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wishing everyone a happy valentines day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone's being an idiot and completely unfair. my lips are sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. just read thru it and realised that most of my sentence structure doesnt make sense at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113957438372374941?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-8095524.post-113930874399894508</id><published>2006-02-07T21:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T21:39:04.013+11:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic hellish days</title><content type='html'>okies.. the past week or so has just been crazy. i suck at multi tasking unlike sarah which would be an awesome asset to be in possession of rite now. i shud realli been working on some eco essays rite now.. but oh stuff dat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver &amp; Green launch is tomoro during lunch which should be pretty interesting. but so is the voting for mads leaders as well as the ISC lion dance. i want to be at all three places at once but i cant. arrghhh. esp the lion dance.. seeing as we are organising it and  i am the (soon to resign) president and i missed last year's dance. mebe i can get out of silver and green early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deadlines oh dealines&lt;br /&gt;i hate you you stink&lt;br /&gt;you should be flushed&lt;br /&gt;down the damn bathroom sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* anyone remember winning entry homework oh homework? 'sigh' good days realli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we have the english orals next week which is totally freaking me out, the TOK orals the week after that, EE and world lit major drafts due soon after, as well as the eco IA and my IT portfolios and extension piece. which are all pretty much non-existant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113930874399894508?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113930874399894508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113930874399894508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113930874399894508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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compelled to read this chica's school-mare rants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has been shite so far. okies.. i mean.. its not like its all dat bad or anything.. just dat everything has been so hectic and realli, i hardly have a moment to myself (or so it seems) had 5 periods again today. which i stilll find absolutely hellish. but i guess its marginaly better having a period 5 on wed cuz dat means that we finish earlier. have got to hammer together a speech and a presentation on cny for the JSS thingy tomoro. eep :/ have also got to get all of my hw done as am gonna be out on thursday nite, edit some promotional text for S&amp;G dat is to go up on myMLC, summarise the content on the discussion forum on edukate and start on more EE research in preparation for friday's meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr liu still rox&lt;br /&gt;ms wadden is funny ass&lt;br /&gt;mr mac speaks a tad to fast in my opinion but is otherwise cool.&lt;br /&gt;ms monaghan is back. yay!&lt;br /&gt;ms DG is ms DG&lt;br /&gt;girvie has been comparing classes and talking bout paedophiles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113878007922375529?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113878007922375529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113878007922375529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113878007922375529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113878007922375529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-so-ranting-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113846127745498012</id><published>2006-01-29T01:54:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T02:14:38.386+11:00</updated><title type='text'>since im still depressed and a little pissed...</title><content type='html'>if you have a fucking problem with me, tell me to my face. i dont like hearing things about me from another person. that's just cowardly. so im not the person you'd like me to be. accept it and just leave me fucking alone. you dont have to go telling the whole wide world. it bloody fucking hurts. especially when it comes from someone else. i may not be the perfect person and i will never be. i try my hardest and give it my best shot. unlike you, i dun have such a perfect and simple life. shit happens and i do what it takes to cope. i guess you'll never know. you've never had stuff happened to u have you.? and dont you fucking drag my parents into this. if i do anything, its a personal choice and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;further more, you've hit me at my sorest point. i'll admit that much. if ive ever given you the impression that im not pulling my socks in terms of my academics, fuck off. admitedly, it was hard last year. you try skipping a couple of years and tell me how you cope. i dun think u can even begin to comprehend how much certain things take priority in my life. and the side stuff i dabble in most certainly doesnt and that you have no fucking business in the first place. you tell me.. would you like someone else to paint a preconceived notion about you without even understanding the fucking situation? would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thirdly, as mentioned earlier.. hu the fuck are you to spread your opinion around like that? what's yours is yours. what's mine is mine. it hurts waay bad. you have no fucking idea. you wouldnt want to hear of some of the things i have to say. you just wouldnt. and i keep it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want to clear up is.. yes,i may be a little different. yes, shit happens and i deal with it the way i see fit. no, you will never understand what its liketo be me. no, you have no fucking right to be discussing my personal life and spreading exagerated opinions about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts. just hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113846127745498012?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113846127745498012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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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-8095524.post-113845889676550338</id><published>2006-01-29T01:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T01:46:31.296+11:00</updated><title type='text'>'happy' chinese new year</title><content type='html'>oh yea. its the new year allrite. but hu ever coined the term happy wif it deserves to die. the night has just escalated from bad to worse. i mean things were oledi realli rocky between them both. we had our 'family reunion' dinner .. which realli consisted of just the 5 of us. lita didnt even come. wot fucking pissed me off the most was dat dey were fighting during dinner.n it was all for sum stupid reason. something bout dad leaving docs lying around and mom not ever taking an interest or sum similar shit. so yea.. me and the kidos just sat dere whilst they bloody argued about hu was the one dat wasnt resposible. all this whilst we were meant to be celebrating the chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the one hand, i soo want to go back to melb. cuz shit like this doesnt happen dere. on the other, m realli dreading the start of school. my world lit thing is no where near a darft which is starting to majorly freak me out. but the last few days have been a little rough and i just dun feel like doing any work. have totally resigned myself to slaving away for the rest of the year. and the fact that my timetable sucks majorly this year. im not in any of the classes wif ppl i want to be wif. which cheeses me of. plus no offense to anyone.. but i dun exactly want to be in the eco class im in. at least mths is the same. and i have soo many frigging period 5s. the stupidest of which is the day when i hav period 4 off oni to have to go for period 5 after. neither am i back in uppie's english class. which sucks majorly. yr 12 doesnt seem at all appealing rite now. i shud have just gone back on bloody wednesday. tuesday, the first day of classes where i have 5 fucking periods and general period gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph is depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news.. yan's party kicked ass.. well i thought so anyways. dere were oni 6 of us hu turned up in the end but i guess dat didnt stop us frm having an awesome time. so sorri steff and sarah werent dere.. luv my girlies very much. so anyways.. we went for dinner at this italian place and we were like the oni ppl there. pity the oni other couple hu had the misfortune to have the table next to us. hahaha. in that restaurant.. they just had to sit next to us. needless to say.. they left pretty quickly. food was yummy. ate heaps and was fully stuffed. cam-whored quite a bit. in fact make that quite a lot as the place was closing and we were still cam-whoring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fun realli started around after midnight. got room service to send up a bottle opener and a couple of glasses for the wine. decided we wanted to go sit by the pool.. stupid pool was closed. very the dissapointed. walked around the whole floor trying to find an alterative way to teh pool side. failed miserably and ended up back in our rooms. got the video cam going.. and oh holy mother of god was that hilarious. 5 girls, a bottle of wine, a camcorder= totally insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to make a little video in honour of those hu couldnt be there. dedicated the first episode 2 stef and sare and forgot about bee. decided to do a second one and dedicate that to her. everyone was acting high esp lynnie hu looked completely and totally smashed at certain points. all was fine till the bloody rempits came a-knocking. let the girls fil you out on that one. too lazy to go into details. anyways.. its all caught on camera. believe me.. everyone was in denial and claiming that they were totally sober. pfft. sober indeed. we were all at the least bit tipsy. well i felt that way in anycase. and yanni was in major denial. she was soo flushed dat it actually became rather scary. well i thought so anyways. cuz.. i mean things could have happened and she could have been throwing up the next thing u noe.. yea. dunnot question. been to enuf after parties to noe. so anyways.. polished up the whole bottle of wine between the 5 of us. we realli need to bring sumthing more exciting the next time round. in time to come.. i'll try bringing duty free stuff back. watched our videos, laughed ourselves silly and finally went to bed around 3.30 ish 4? i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. yes. the rempits. they were stupid arses. and guess wot.. we found out in the morning thay they were in the room next to lyn and elsa. hahahaha. imagine if we knew that during the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113845889676550338?l=chicspeak.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-8095524.post-113824205046535723</id><published>2006-01-26T12:59:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T13:20:50.533+11:00</updated><title type='text'>oh woe</title><content type='html'>school starts like soon. and my world lit draft is still non-existant. frankly at this stage.. i realli cant be fucked. plus ive discovered i have a realli low IQ (the average person is like 110 and above) must explain why i feel like such an idiot aound arul each time. man, dat dude is like genius. i'd be dere trying to figure out what the damn qs means when he probs oledi has the answer in his head. n the lousy sod does like to torture me doesnt he?  watching me squirm in distress as i try to figure out how to get time out of a given equation for velocity or acceleration or sumthin. i have the physics mind of a 3 yr old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apart frm dat.. m pleased to announce that my eng oral draft exists. yes ppl. i have written one sodding draft in the past week. hey. it was hard work. having got to select the scenes i want to use and pull out the quotes and all dat. okies.. so i am a distracted studier/worker. on the other hand, ive managed to squeeze those spots (out , out damn spot. lmao) pluck my eyebrows and wax in the whole process.  i should realli be workin on damn 'One day..' rite now. or calling up my ticketing agent or sumthin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things i want to be doing rite now&lt;br /&gt;1) be at the beach. heard weather down under is awesome&lt;br /&gt;2) curling up with a good book. did i mention 'the undomestic goddess' is funny ass?&lt;br /&gt;3) devouring the stash of patchi choccies in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;4) watching House. which is not bloody downloading for me.&lt;br /&gt;5) getting my shisha fix. okies.. i googled it yesterday and found out its actually harmful to one's health. and hu said anything bout it not being addictive? in anycase i dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh.. m looking forward to yan's partay.received the invite last night. haha. chanel. good one girl. it shud be awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113824205046535723?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113824205046535723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113824205046535723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113824205046535723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113824205046535723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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and 3700 wrds for her EE. call me kiasu. wuteva. at this rate, hearing bout all this is making this chick a tad worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;begin work on my orals this morning. progress hasnt been all that great so far. did manage to kinda define my topic tho. tell me, how does ' exploring the parllel emotions of pride and passion as conveyed by the character Medea' sound? oh god oh god oh god. i dun think i will be getting the world lit done at all. and despite having written a very roungh plan of my EE which is oni like half the actual word limit summarising most of wot im gonna say, i have a very horrible feeling that wot ive done is nowhere near enuf. girvie is probs expecting a proper 1st draft, which i absolutely am in no state to write at the mo and probs wont till like march. if i finish writting the draft for the orals by tomoro, i shud have tues and wed to start pulling out quotes for the world lit. no way am i gonna be able to pull off writting a draft before school starts. plus, i told myself id read 'death of a salesman' before school as well. i guess dat can wait till the flight back. am planning as tash is to devoting a couple of whole weekends (or whatever that i have) to the world lit and EE when the time comes. we'll see wot happens then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man.. please please please let my oral draft come through and the EE plan be sufficient for now. and that im most importantly on the right track and not wasted the past couple of weeks waffling my time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also opened my school email inbox to an invitation to S&amp;amp;Gs launch on wednesday and a senior editorial team meeting on friday which im meant to be summarising the content on the discussion forum for. fuck. ive not actually contributed to the discussion forum over the bloody hols cuz for some reason edukate doesnt load on myMLC for me. hmm..this is not good. and isnt dere sumthin on on wed for the ISC? god. i hope the lion dance is not on the same day. cuz it means that this will clash during lunch and i have to be at 2 places at once which is shite. and i cant possible not be at either one of them. how do u explain not turning up for a full editorial meeting or lunch launch wif the principal and head of senior school when ur a fucking senior editor? or not being there when the lion dance troupe comes to school in conjunction wif the CNY when ur co-president of the ISC?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113799828515878570?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113799828515878570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113799828515878570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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at the very last minute, dad managed to get us all on the MAS flight dat leaves on sun night which means i land in the morning in time for school. trully amazing! ive been on the same bloody waiting list for like 2 mnths.. and he goes thru some friend and manages to get all 5 of us on the same flight. awesome. and i'l be on the same flight as nat. which means i'll have someone to cab to school with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was pretty non-descript. started doing the plan for my EE and got realli confuse half-way thru cuz my data did not correlate at all..cameup wif some other bogus theory about why the data wasnt correlating.. lol.. yes. threw in somethin about market liquidity.. hope dat will do for now. man i sound like a total geek. ive been going on about the EE snce goodness noes when. well.. here's just a lil taste of wot is more to come. yes peeps.. ive got the world lit, eng orals, tok essay, tok orals and heaps other stuff to be ranting about this year. so yea.. skip this blog for the next couple of mnths.. actually make the whole of this year till end nov, if you'd like to give my geeky ranting a miss.. ohh.. hang on.. dere will be other stuff too.. well.. okies.. mebe just a lil.. u noe.. formal updates in time to come and all dat. yea..and hu noes.. watever other shannanigans i may get up to :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. the EE is a calling.. gotta go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113776603775371241?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113776603775371241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113776603775371241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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one bloody week left. + i have not started on my world lit or orals at all. fuckety fuckety fuck. sat down just now and started writting my plan. didnt get very far. am now soo thoroughly sick of the EE. ive been at it for goodness noes how long now.. and arghhhh.. why is the SC soo bloody slow in putting up the data for year 2005. goddamnit i need it now!!  how the hell am i ever gonna write a whole 4000 words when at 500 words i just wanna walk away from my bloody laptop. and this 500 words are oni the tip of the ice berg. dat was just the bloody plan and i was oledi soo shoddily written!!! who the fuck was i kidding??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies. breath. 1..2..3..4..5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna have to take a diff approach. i should be starting out wif all the data in hand. convert dem all into easy to analyse graphs. drw the supply and demand graphs properly so that i dont have to redo dem. strt wif the theory bits first. do in dot-points all the new theory and terms that need to be explained. compile list of definitions. start wif explaining the supply and demand mechanics of the bond market. how yields come into play here. brief analysis of data.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite.. dat sounds slightly more manageable.i'll do dat tomoro. hpefully i'll have a better plan by tomoro. i also need to come up wif a whole list of other factors and research the possibility and affects of those. oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun think i can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when in denial, go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113767948992003012?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113767948992003012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113767948992003012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113767948992003012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113767948992003012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-getting-really-frustrating.html' title=''/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113740848341698906</id><published>2006-01-16T21:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T21:48:03.466+11:00</updated><title type='text'>my procrastination stint</title><content type='html'>oh god. its oni two more weeks till school starts. EE, world lit and orals draft still non-existant. eep :/ the family will be down under with me this NY, we got our PR thing today.. which means no more exorbitant school fees. yay! ohh, and no more evading tram officers cuz i dun have a concession card. haha.nah.. i'll still be doing it.. u noe me. oh.. i just realised.. does dis mean i cant be president of the ISC no more?? i am now PR actually.. hmmm...i dunno..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. out of boredom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC01036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC01036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in an attempt to prepare for tomorrow's interview wif RAM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC01037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC01037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so not working..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC01038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC01038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wot little planning i have started for the EE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC01039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC01039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i realli?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC01040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC01040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i want to b doing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC01041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC01041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this i realli want :P hot booties..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC01042.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC01042.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this i truly &lt;3..&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC01043.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC01043.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC01044.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC01044.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a plethora of little treasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC01045.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC01045.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a sneak peek :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC01046.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC01046.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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 other obsession..my babies..'squee'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite.. the credit ratings await.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113740848341698906?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113740848341698906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113740848341698906' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113740848341698906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113740848341698906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-procrastination-stint.html' title='my procrastination stint'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-113724861477119411</id><published>2006-01-15T01:05:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T01:23:35.426+11:00</updated><title type='text'>memoirs of a geisha</title><content type='html'>two words: fucking awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loved it loved it loved it. fully lived up to my expectations. go see it people. much much recommended. zi yi was good portraing the emotions of sayuri. the kid who played chiyo was good too. loved the aesthetics of the movie the best. set, scene and costue was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and m finally getting to see the Lion King. fam will be in melb with me over CNY.. mom said we can catch it den. woohooo:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113724861477119411?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113724861477119411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113724861477119411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113724861477119411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113724861477119411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/memoirs-of-geisha.html' title='memoirs of a geisha'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113715279893652233</id><published>2006-01-13T22:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T22:46:38.946+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Journal</title><content type='html'>couldnt sleep last night and decided to start up a live journal account. oh did i mention i now have free internet access in my room itself. hahaha. which realli realli rox. ive got some very kind neighbours in teh neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea anyways, thought id give LJ a go. Its been pretty allrite so far. pretty user friendly and has heaps more functions den blogger. well it primarily allows linking wif other LJ users, and various LJ communities. m finally able to keep abreast of going ons in melb. everyone dere seems to favour LJ. so yea.. will also be able to monitor any scandalous storied now. missed all the crazy party ones previously. sigh. apparently was mentioned in a number of LJs re: last year's after party. eep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea here's the link: &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/hedonistic_cow"&gt;http://www.livejournal.com/users/hedonistic_cow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will probs still be updating here. but will now make use of live journal's locked posts function and friends only function in time to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113715279893652233?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113715279893652233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113715279893652233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113715279893652233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113715279893652233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/live-journal.html' title='Live Journal'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113705156770187027</id><published>2006-01-12T17:41:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T18:39:27.760+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Securities Commission</title><content type='html'>Was up at like 7.30 this morning in order to get ready to go to the SC. ohh..thnk god for my awesome mummy hu noes everything dere is to noe about bond markets. was realli struggling with my qs till she came to my rescue. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,  so was dere on time. had to get a visitor pass and the whole works before being allowed to go upstairs to see them. Hahaha, t'was a rather awkward moment when teh security guy asked me which company i was with and wanted to see my driver's license. seeing as i had neither. anyways, convinced i was genuine ( i was wearing a zara suit. my first power suit O.o), besides i had an appointment, he let me go eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview itself was a pretty non-event as they just basically answered the questions i had. didn't quite get all the answers down but oh well.. it will do. this is just to show that i have some primary data anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. i now have internet access in my room. haha. thnx to some unsuspecting neighbour. having the hse computer down has made me very resourceful i must say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113705156770187027?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113705156770187027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113705156770187027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113705156770187027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113705156770187027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/securities-commission.html' title='Securities Commission'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113696017036404349</id><published>2006-01-11T17:08:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T17:16:10.376+11:00</updated><title type='text'>die die die</title><content type='html'>oh god. im soo scrwed. tomoro's d interview. i have no idea wot im asking them. m not at all familiar with my subject matter too. die die die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent the whole morning msn-ing.. managed to clarify and sort of come up with a better rough sketch of the ISC's CNY plans for when school starts. the discussion was surprisingly long. well okies.. we started lamenting the fact that amanda did not win america's next top model. but when we started..we were on a roll. yes. this is tash im talking about. manage d to fire off a couple of e mails to a couple of people re: the plans. we sound pretty damn professional. haha. we should just scrap becoming lawyers and investment bankers. event organising here we come. hu noes.. the oscar's? golden globes? emmy's? hob-knobbing with the a-list. attending and organising incredible parties/events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god steph. dream on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies.. descending frm cloud 9.. i am soo screwed. dats wth a capital s. d oni place u'll be hob-knobbing if u dun get started is ur bloody supervisor's office answering him for not having done zilch on ur EE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113696017036404349?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113696017036404349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113696017036404349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113696017036404349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113696017036404349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/die-die-die.html' title='die die die'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113677863131995677</id><published>2006-01-09T14:40:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T14:50:31.396+11:00</updated><title type='text'>muahahahah</title><content type='html'>i feel evil. i lurrve leeching off other people's  internet. yes.. some poor dude's wireless internet is being parasited by me. ohh.. its just such a wonderful feeling.. knowing you have an unlimited surf time on someone else's tab. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea yea.. i noe im supposed to be working on those stupid eco essays. the 2 questions we didnt answer from the exam. and yes.. it does bring back horrible exam/ result memories.. oh god. speaking of which.. ive gotta do an interview this thursday. i realli need to start formulating those effing qs and getting them out. i dont even noe wot im bloody studying let alone wot i shud be asking those fellas at the SC, RAM and bank negara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eep &gt;.&lt; i shud go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113677863131995677?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113677863131995677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113677863131995677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113677863131995677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113677863131995677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2006/01/muahahahah.html' title='muahahahah'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113662002436226480</id><published>2006-01-07T18:17:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T18:47:04.476+11:00</updated><title type='text'>IB</title><content type='html'>IB a very major nerd. like seriously. the IB results just came out not too long ago.. a couple of days in fact.. and i think dat most of dem did pretty well this year.. like 3 girls had perfect scores and about half the yr 12 class of 05 had like scores of 40 and above. i think something they hadnt ever had.. nevertheless, ppl i expected to do realli well didnt. and dat's wot realli scares me.. seems like its not that easy after all.. worst part is i havent actually done anything so far.. have oni so far completed my mths hw and done some eco summary work.. oso did manage to secure a couple of interviews for next week for my extended essay.. but like omg.. i soo dont think its enuf. according to lyn.. met up wif lyn, roz, nish and smok at klcc last nite.. cassie like worked her butt off over the summer hols.. she had written her drafts for the EE and world lit and all before school had started. i realli shud be working a lot harder. i mean even she got a 40. dat's a prety good score considering.. but apparently she wasnt very satisfied.. well cass wants to get into med.. so yea.. u noe.. now..i personally was aiming for 40 and above and im not even going into med. dat's it.. it just sounds soo bloody difficult. steph is scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter (but still whiny) note, i soo wish i was heaps older or that the rents were heaps more lenient wif me... i mean dey're pretty cool and stuff..but like lyn has got like amazing freedom.. os so it seems.. she's always out and all dat but she still does incredibly well.. and like.. whenever i meet up wif dem.. dey stay out heaps later whilst i have to be home like early. like the last time.. they were at telawi and then went on to hartamas even tho it was like 11 oledi. and last nite.. after dinner they went on to chilli's for more drinks.. and i couldnt go.. cuz im underage :((((( at times like this i hate being young. im just soo glad i turn 18 early in the year. at least when i get to uni i'll be of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh..in any case.. im finally using my own laptop rite now.. oni becuz the internet at home is stuffed. so here are some pics i can finally put up. they're new year's pics btw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies.. im gonna give up now. damn pics arent uploading. can be bothered compresing dem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113662002436226480?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113662002436226480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>midnight maccas</title><content type='html'>my whole post got eaten up..garr.. stupid windows which decided to run an error and automatically close all my internet explorer windows just before i had time to hit the publish post button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing as steffie already gave a blow by blow account of new year's eve.. i dont think i'll be doing the same. i'll just post a quick thank you to all of you guys who came and shared new year with me. sorri to dissapoint all with the lack of atmosphere at telawi that night. i expected more too.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. the new year has started and steph has shit loads of work to do.. not good. have gotta get those bloody letters out by this thursday..which means i actually have to start doing the effing research now. ive been moaning about it for ages.. realli should start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rents are fighting again. i swear im gonna get that thing and stop all this stupid fighting once and for all. i hate being the cause of all the misery at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: maccas is teh aussie lingo for mcd's..took me a while to figure it out initially.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113613406377401254?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113613406377401254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113613406377401254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113613406377401254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113613406377401254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes ppl.. its finally mine.. all mine. omg. after all dat.. and we were soo close to being dissapointed. it was the last 2. yes.. we bought dem all. sorri guys.. we realli wanted to buy more but dey kinda didnt have any left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. was out wif yanni and kyo today.. hung out at times square initially and den moved on to midvalley. ohh.. i soo wish i was some jap kid. everythin is soo cheap for dem over here.. everywhere we went.. kyo was like so cheap so cheap. she bought heaps too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to our TIffany charm bracelets.. after such a long day.. we came across our babies and were like jumping for joy that even the sales lady person laughed. well laugh all u want woman. dey're ours.. mine and yanni's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113594314924710133?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113594314924710133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113594314924710133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113594314924710133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113594314924710133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-came-we-saw-we-bought.html' title='we came, we saw, we bought'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113582545550687955</id><published>2005-12-29T13:51:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T14:04:15.516+11:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping it short and sweet</title><content type='html'>this morning's been rather hellish. woke up with a horrendous cold only to find that the rents are arguing again. it's only 11. wonder how much worse today is gonna be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. revelation: i can touch type. yes.. i was never able to. ive just discovered that. probs from having got to type out all those assignments throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year's resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to do well in the IB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that is results worthy of a dux/ dux secondus. ( who am i kidding??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt; to not have to rush the extended essay/world lit/eng orals/TOK essay/TOK orals/ portfolios/ internal assesment pieces/ everthing else to be handed in for moderation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;god. dat's shit loads i have to start now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt; healthier lifestyle &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;eat well, sleep well, exercise more, not fall ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;keep in touch with the people that matter most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113582545550687955?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113582545550687955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113582545550687955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113582545550687955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113582545550687955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/keeping-it-short-and-sweet.html' title='keeping it short and sweet'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113574107227608090</id><published>2005-12-28T14:09:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T14:37:52.343+11:00</updated><title type='text'>collage</title><content type='html'>and so i stare at the collage hastily put together.. a flurry of familiar yet distant faces.  how much has changed in the short 365 days dat has marked my existence this year. my fingers trace the messages, wondering if any of them are actually true. apart frm probs juan kin's whose messy scrawl  reads : fuck tunku ja'afar over like u fucked wms. and what do you know? i did. didnt end up going there did i?  these faces all soo close, yet soo far. we shared some memorable times.. yet like the waves that crash onto the shores, all that's left is their foamy residue till the next wave crashes and the previous ones forgotten. a temporary high and joy. those snapshots in time, marking us as we each embarked upon our journey of adolescense. 13, 14, 15 and it ends. no.. it doesnt end. it continues.. with different snapshots of different people. again my fingers trace the faces with whom i once shared my deepest secrets with,  pouring forth my most deepfelt thoughts, in return for giggly confessions of the latest crush. yet, not a phonecall but one. that night, my heart sank as i looked around. clusters of friends bunched together as they discussed they're latest gathering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps we are to blame. for falling apart just like that. a tower of blocks once strong but a piece taken away afterwhich my whole world feels like it's tumbling. i stare at the faces in my new collage, will this too just be a momentary chapter in my life? an instant high, to be soon replaced by another unfillable void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit in my faded red camp shirt. the one that says ' the old is gone, the new has come' . does the old realli have to go away? what if one doesnt want it to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the gushing river that shapes its banks, its intense ebbs and flows leaving indentations lasting forever, as quickly as it flows by, it is gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113574107227608090?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113574107227608090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113574107227608090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113574107227608090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113574107227608090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/collage.html' title='collage'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-113565690042810097</id><published>2005-12-27T14:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T15:15:00.470+11:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR'S EVE</title><content type='html'>okies.. here's the low down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) party at Steph's place NOT on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i have some other unfortunate family dinner to attend and we decided against the party cause catering means inviting a 100 ppl and i dun have 100 friends. (well none dat i want to spend new year's eve with anyways) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) we're arranging to meet up at Telawi for drinks at 8.30-9.00 pm and hang around at the street party till count down and all that. venue: either the lounge (la bodega) or the Social. subject to majority. so ppl pls let me noe your choice of venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bukit bintang's out of the question cuz none of us has a room down dere and it would be hell trying to get home. as opposed to telawi where most of u guys can bunk at my place after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) as mentioned earlier. those who wish can sleepover at my place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) as  there will be a street party going on at telawi.. im expecting us to not stay the whole nite at either the lounge/social.( we'll meet there first tho) we'll probs be roaming telawi stopping off at whereever seems hottest :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope that clears up a couple of things for u guys out there. sare: the mic are more than invited. the more the merrier. those of u wanting to bring friends, i dont have a prob with that either. sorri to dissapoint all those holding out for a party :( it's just that this way we'll have heaps more fun (more than i can ever create) and still be in the midst of a happening street party. the atmosphere should be heaps better than one at a house party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will msg some of u guys with more details soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. i'll check around about corkage. a bottle of wine wouldnt hurt to ring in the new year. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113565690042810097?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113565690042810097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113565690042810097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113565690042810097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113565690042810097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-years-eve.html' title='NEW YEAR&apos;S EVE'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113552540925550479</id><published>2005-12-26T02:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T02:48:11.610+11:00</updated><title type='text'>ho ho ho</title><content type='html'>ive been seriously moody these past few days. there is something seriously wrong. haha.. when has there never been something seriously wrong? i sense things have changed waay more than i expected them to.. like clouds shifting on a windy afternoon. xcept in my case probs not as cheerful. well moodyness aside.. today's been an allrite day. okies.. mebe apart frm the fact that i found at that we're not doing the new year's thing anymore.. which is fair enuf seeing as we would probs just end up inviting more random strangers in order to make up numbers for the caterer. in any case.. i oni want to spend this spesh occasion wif a few realli close friends (you know who you are :) besides.. hanging at telawi and posibbly hartamas will beat a home party anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. went driving wif dad yesterday. quite an experience.. almost drove into a ravine.. thank god dad had the sense to pull the handbreak for me and i,mid-panick got the right pedal and managed to hit the breaks. haha.. it wasnt funny at all.. but i laughed anyways. could see him stepping on imaginary breaks from time to time when i took the corners a little too fast. t'wasnt too bad for a first time i guess.. im gonna quite enjoy having my own set of wheels or rather the ability to operate a set of wheels when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had our christmas dinner at souled out last nite.. the party was pretty rocking. thank god the rain cleared up after a bit. tres annoying when it was raining esp since souled out is mainly outdoors. the horse carriage rides were cool too. went on them wif mom and the kiddies. two hotties were seated at the next table :P scrummy yum. one of them smiled at me from time to time. if oni it went a little beyond that. sigh. the band was realli good. the leonard guy was realli good too.. all in all a pretty good nite. downed quite a bit of wine. but in small bits at a time.. couldnt exactly lose it wif the rents around. stayed around till bout 1-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up late this morning. well relatively anyways. seeing as bob was up at 7.30 to open his pressies. this year's haul wasnt too bad. an LV bag,coach wallet, body shop stuff, jodi picoult's 'the pact' (did i mention i &lt;3 jodi picoult?) and other random stuff. oh and a box of pencils frm bob. the kid's a legend. annoying at times but still stellar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to new year's eve wif you folks out dere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. yanni, if its just the two of us and ur jap fren.. we might even get into the lounge (la bodega) how old's ur jap fren again? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113552540925550479?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113552540925550479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113552540925550479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113552540925550479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113552540925550479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/ho-ho-ho.html' title='ho ho ho'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113535433528044813</id><published>2005-12-24T03:03:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T03:12:15.303+11:00</updated><title type='text'>in the spirit of christmas...</title><content type='html'>i shall not say very much. ive been dissapointed a fair few times in life.. i guess.. tonite was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth be told..i have never shared the conventional/religious belief or truth of christmas. to me.. its just another one of those occasions we celebrate. for what and why..no one has yet to answer that for me. and so the search continues. i dont know.. i guess soo much has changed this year. yes.. i am aware that i am a different person now. i will probably never be the same person i was before.. i have had many beliefs challenged and once again they are challenged at this point in my life. do i have a faith? i cant answer that myself. do i still belief? i have no idea. admittedly.. i have strayed.. but then again i dont realli care any more. why? u ask.. well i dont know. sure.. i have heaps to be thankful for.. but so do many others.. and i know for a fact many of them do not appreciate what they have at all. so why should i be like them? well.. all i can say is why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas evryone. wishing you have one that's heaps more meaningful then mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113535433528044813?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113535433528044813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113535433528044813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113535433528044813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113535433528044813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-spirit-of-christmas.html' title='in the spirit of christmas...'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-113505893678737972</id><published>2005-12-20T16:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T17:08:56.803+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>two words: fuck off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been such a fucking shitty day.. i cant even begin to describe it. got a helluva shelling frm queen biatch. im tired and i just wanna go home. i hate the whole ' i sacrificed so much for you kids' story. dude. itsjust getting old. have heard it since i was 10. get fucking over it woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god. i hope i dont ever become like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113505893678737972?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113505893678737972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113505893678737972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113505893678737972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113505893678737972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/two-words-fuck-off-its-been-such.html' title=''/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113500960878517820</id><published>2005-12-20T03:00:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T03:26:48.860+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Blanche DuBois</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;'Its a French name. It means woods and Blanche means white, so the two together means white woods. Like an orchard in spring! You can remember it by that.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once went for ballet with a girl by the name of DuBois. Valentine DuBois. A gorgeous child. But i found her way too much of a suck up.  So anyways.. i finally finished reading&lt;em&gt;  A Streetcar named Desire by Tennessee Williams.&lt;/em&gt;  Well it makes me feel productive. I havent actually done anything this hols. Nothing in the least bit academic to say the least. I didnt actually get the point of the play.. but den again i seldom do. not unless they're dreadfully simple.. u noe for a simple mind like mine.. so yea.. dat's like the very tip of the ice berg in terms of my summer reading list. call me kiasu.. but i think i desperately need to re-read anna karenina. roz and nish both mentioned getting by withought ever finishing it..but den again.. dat's nish for u and roz does HL eng. so u noe.. poor sods like yours truly who are barely scraping a 6 for eng has to work a mite harder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might just go to some obscure little library somewhere and start on some work soon. home just aint cutting it. not with my room hijacked by a visiting uncle. more on that when i actually do find my obscure little library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. she's being soo difficult. so ur social life sucks.. u dont have as many functions to attend over this season's festivities.. u dont have to effing take it out on me. like i would have wanted to attend yesterday's stupid function anyways.. fine.. i liked the food and i got to eat patchi choccies.. but oh god (dear god please forgive me) the church play was soo amateurish, everything else was a big fat bore and i just wanted to be some place else. clapping and singing in public should be reserved for concerts , chapel at WMS wif like-aged peeps or other forms of YF. okies.. so im being unfair... but arrghh. jus cuz ur being selfish and difficult  doesnt mean i should forsake wot little social life i have. its not like we're even doing anything then. why cant i blinkin go for that christmas party?? u noe.. meet new ppl and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided i quite like sare's friends.. the peeps we hung wif at hartamas post birthday bash. dey were realli friendly and sociable. ive met various other friends of friends before and yesh.. company has always bored the hell out of me. i dunno.. could be an international school thing going. i suppose when one has to move around heaps or there are constant new faces.. one tends to be a bit more sociable, welcoming and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiddies r watching king kong. i'll watch it on my own sum otha time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113500960878517820?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113500960878517820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113500960878517820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113500960878517820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113500960878517820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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anyways.. and yea.. why wud u date me?? so yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started on thurs when cheryl came dwn frm s'pore to attend sare's party..we went out for dinner at modesto's dat nite.. took her to mv on fri and went shopping.. got my purple top frm mng which i &lt;3 and which i think will come in very handy for hse stuff.. came back round 3ish and waited around for nat to arrive. showered and got reday for the paarrrtaayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made it dere super early. was unfortunate enuf to be roped in by kathy to help see to the mint slices and dat dey were situated squarely at each place setting.. didnt do much otherwise.. other guests started to trickle in.. heaps of sare's and kathy's frenz.. we had our lil 'aussie' table.. which was rather funny.. and we were all too comfy wif each other to bother socialising much.. did do a lot more of dat later in the nite tho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea.. daced heaps at the party.. feet hurt like crazy and it went on and on till bout midnight. dude.. dat's like 5 solid hours in realli realli poorly supported heels. but hah.. i laste it out.. and still boogeyed. decided to hang at hartamas after the party.. most of sare's friends could drive.. but we got dropped off by her driver anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was ay hartamas square till bout 2-3 am.. i lost track of all time.. dey ordered satay and stuff.. but didnt hav an appetite and just stuck to my ais limau.. farhan ordered shisha as well..he got cherry mint which i totally adore.. was awesome dat he ordered it. have been totally dying to give it a go.. didnt wanna do it in melb cuz its waay expensive dere.. anyways.. was actually realli surprised it came in such a big err 'thing'.. always thought it was the size of those bong stuff dat dey sell in dat dodgy shop near the glenferrie train station. so yes.. shisha totally rox.. cuz.. i was sniffling and snuffling last nite.. stupid cold.. and after doing shisha.. dis morning.. i was like totally recovered. plus.. it tastes soo good... and doesnt mess up anything.. okies.. aparrently u get like all these happy vibes and stuff.. which is good rite?? so yea.. farhan was kind enuf to explain the mechanics of shisha.. which is pretty interesting.. i'll hav a pic up soon.. i get soo lazy wif pics.. cuz.. it takes ages.. anyways.. lyn's awesome mom.. was kind enuf to come get us at like 2 sumthin in the morning and drop us off at sare's for the nite.. played a couple of rounds of cards and was the first one to crash at 3.30.. the others were all up till 5 -6 ish i think..did i mention i never knew lyn was soo happening??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out again to 1 u dis afternoon.. had lunch wif nat and cheryl dere and shopped around a bit more... dad came to get us round about 4 and we dropped cheryl off at sentral cuz her flight was at like 10 to 7.. came home and crashed till dinner time.. n den met up wif nish and rox for drinks at bout 9 just now.. was at la bodega where dey were having 'breakfast' yea.. dey literally ordered d breakkie set for dinner.. lyn joined us in abit and den we migrated to devi's.. went to bgc and saw sare (liew) where she was just finishing up worship practice..was awesome to see her after sooo long.. we realli hav to meet up soon!! didnt stay long at devi's cuz dad came pretty soon.. okies.. so we were dere till like 11. arghhh.. i soo hate the fact dat im dependant on dem for transport. roz, nish and lyn were gonna move on to hartamas after dat. couldnt join dem or the rents wud have kicked up a fuss.. bangsar was like soo dead tonite.. for a sat nite dere were no jams at all.. which is realli quite rare.. hartamas last nite was like thriving..garrr..  wudhave luved to have joined the rest at hartamas. as roz was saying.. hartamas is heaps younger.. the bangsar crowd nowadays is realli quite old.. hah.. and more shisha.wheee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god.dat was a longass post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. and yes.. frm here on its gonna be dwnhill.. my social life of the year has ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hav realli gotta get a move on all those stupid essays and stuff. school report came in the mail today. hahaha got an A+ for my TOK essay.. and i cant even remember wot i wrote about now.. but i got a C+ in the oral. &gt;.&lt; such is life. the oral took me ages to prepare too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113483655282289102?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113483655282289102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113483655282289102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113483655282289102'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Was 2005 a good year for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relatively..it was very new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) What was your favourite moment of the year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the formal, the parties i attended, going latin dancing wif andrew, eco class- when we dont do anything but yak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) What was your least favourite moment of the year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last nite. between all that vomitting and stomach pain i had never felt worst. being away frm home during CNY for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Where were you when 2005 begin?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a bunch of friends at my place ringing in the new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Who was you with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bunch of close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Where will you be when 2005 ends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if all goes well..at the telawi street party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Who will you be with when 2005 ends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again if all goes well.. wif the same bunch of cherished friends plus a few others ive made this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Did you keep your new year's resolution for 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell no. does anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Do you have a new year's resolution for 2006?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hell yea. doesnt everyone? my resolution for next year is to stick wif the resolutions i make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Did you fall in love in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) If yes, with who?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andrew. oni cuz nobody noes who he is (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) If yes, do they know?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. but i wished he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) Are you still in love with them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) Do you regret it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) Did you break up with anyone in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. didnt get wif dat person in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) Did you make any new friends in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heaps. i &lt;3 dem all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17) Who are your favourite new friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have favourites. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18) What was your favourite month of 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the month of the formal. Dec- its been realli lazt soo far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19) How many different states did you travel to in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arr..i oni stayed in vic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20) Did you lose anybody close to you in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. and thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21) Did you miss anybody from the past year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea. 'sniff'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22) What was your favourite movie that you saw in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the notebook. oni cuz it made me cry bucketloads. Mr and Mrs Smith wasnt too bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23) What was your favourite song from 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant remember wot its called (i suck at things like dis). its frm mariah's the emancipation of mimi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24) What was your favourite records from 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25) How many concerts/ shows did you see in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; a fair number. mamma mia,dirty dancing, stomp, the IB theatre arts production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26) Did you have a fav concert in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamma mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27) Did you drink a lot of alcohol in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. relatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28) Did you do a lot of drugs in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heaps of panadol and sudafed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29) How many people did you love in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too many to count. ( this does not mean just boys rite?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30) Did you do anything you are ashamed of this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. lying about the after party. and behaving abominably there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31) What was the worst lie someone told you in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32) Did you treat anybody badly in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33) Did somebody treat you badly in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34) How much money did u spend in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i plead the 5th ammendmant at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35) What was your proudest moment of 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;receiving my 4 distictions and making S&amp;G Senior text editor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36) What was your most embarrasing moment of 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behaving abonimably at sanna's. being the oni one who couldnt make it to the top at hard rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37) If you could go back in time to 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; yes. to rectify all those times i looked and acted stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38) What are your plans for 2006?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study realli realli hard. not have a life. get into the uni i want. to make it up on stage for celebration evening. to achieve results worthy of a dux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113444761552445388?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113444761552445388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113444761552445388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113444761552445388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113444761552445388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/year-that-was-2005.html' title='the year that was: 2005'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113436047882878294</id><published>2005-12-12T14:39:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T15:07:58.890+11:00</updated><title type='text'>knight in shining armour</title><content type='html'>so.. we've decided that barcelona's out of the question..so's most of western/central europe cuz mom has been there before. guess wot we came across:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 days/7 nights Marvellous Turkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;istanbul, canakkale, kusadasi, pamukkale, konya, cappadocia, ankara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sooo wanna go there. screw the bloody extended essay and watever else it is i have to be doing.. dig this.. it says on the itenary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;HIEROPOLIS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A fairyland of dazzling white castles. thermal spring waters laden with calcareous salts running off the plateau's edge...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's my knight in shining armour?? sooo..yes.. im gonna have to book this if i actually wanna get dere. minor glitch: this tour oni departs on the 27th jan onwards.. fyuilnkv. school starts on the 29th..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh mann.. the bazaars dere wud be awesome. god steph.. think of all the beads u can get ur hands on. yes.. im going gaga over all things beady at the mo. ooh and it mentions here we're taken to a harem of sorts.. eep. yanni!!! a harem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well descending frm cloud nine.. my weekend was pretty allrite otherwise. hmm.dat's it.. i cant seem to recall wot we did on sat.i do remember eating heaps.. yea.. i think dat's all we did. we went out for lunch.. bought stuff home for tea and den went out for dinner again. and might i remind u..chillicrabs soo rock. so does o-chien and all things hawker. ahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummed around at borders on sun. spent the morning dere. mom, being kind and generous all of a sudden decided to take me shopping after lunch. or rather she went shopping and i tagged along in the hopes she would buy me stuff. so we got dropped off at telawi and spent the afternoon roaming the streets of bangsar.. i was not dissappointed: managed to snag the last set of beads frm this shop-man i cant remember the name- and bought more beaded cushion covers frm khazanah. apparently i needed to dress up my room cuz of the guests coming to stay. which reminds me i hav no idea wot to do wif cheryl. she's been to KLCC, Mv, and 1U. grrreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yes.. i realli wanna go to turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rite now would be a good time for my knight in shining armour to gallop gallantly upon his white horse brandishing a medieval sword and sweep me off my dainty little feet whilst i swoon in joy and gallop away into that middle-eastern horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..the dazzling imperial residence is expected to have a male harem in order to satisfy her highness's needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113436047882878294?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113436047882878294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113436047882878294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113436047882878294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113436047882878294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/knight-in-shining-armour.html' title='knight in shining armour'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113421483181106374</id><published>2005-12-10T21:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T22:40:31.976+11:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister's keeper</title><content type='html'>this book is realli realli recommended. it's by jodi picoult and has been the best bit of literary work ive read in a long time. its packed with symbolism and realli debates the morals involved. its told frm diff points of views: mother, sister, brother, father, lawyer and the GAL (guardian ad lituem). its basically about anna whom was conceived as a perfect genetic match for her sister who has  leukemia APL and at aged 13 decides she wants to stop being a donor and sues her parents. its realli realli sad and believe me when i say sad i meant i cried bucketloads throughout the book (yes..i get like dat.. nothing like a good book dat turns on the waterworks) so yea.. back to my attempt at a book review.. 'my sister's keeper' does have heaps of symbolism and metaphors.. for once all those scasis and analysis work has paid off.. i actually understand and appreciate the literary effects. hah. i especially loved the imagery of stars that recurrs in this book..and ooh and.. urs truly who is soo totally bad at lit effects actually picked up all that imagery bout twins and twinship (if dere's actually such a word) waay waay before it was formally mentioned. happiness. dere's hope for me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one of my fav quotes dat appears in this book (quoted frm hamlet):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt thou that the stars are fire;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt thou that the sun doth move;&lt;br /&gt;Doubt truth to be a liar;&lt;br /&gt;But never doubt that i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-William Shakespeare (Hamlet)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh.. and another one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, if u you were sensible,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I tell you the stars flash signals.&lt;br /&gt;each one dreadful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would turn and answer me&lt;br /&gt;"The night is wonderful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- DH Lawrence (under the oak)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;steph desperately needs that summer job. christmas is round the corner and im officially broke after that new pair of shoes i bought the other day. oh man.. and dere's sare's party still.. noooo.. and dat other jodi picoult book i desperately want to lay hands on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;boohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113421483181106374?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113421483181106374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113421483181106374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113421483181106374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113421483181106374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-sisters-keeper.html' title='My sister&apos;s keeper'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-113401027079266367</id><published>2005-12-08T13:16:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T13:51:10.840+11:00</updated><title type='text'>of buzz rides, space mountain and tarzan's treehouse</title><content type='html'>space mountain was the best of course. so yea..skip this post if ur not up for a blow-by-blow account of this chica's 4 day romp in hong kong. (NB: this post will not contain any pics as yet as I have yet to upload any pics frm the cam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we left on fri the 6th and arrived late evening on the same day. endured a 3 hr flight full of screaming babies. its amazing how dey cannot all shuddap. one will start crying and set off the next and it just went on and on. all the same m glad it was a short ride. travelling up-and-down each term has actually done wonders for me.. i can now fall asleep at any time on any flight for at least half of watever the duration of the flight is. :p anyways.. checked in, had dinner.. and went on to lui-yan kai (ladies street) its basically one long road just like petaling street. kiddies were infintely bored. i wasnt. didnt spend lots of time dere. did manage to snag a bronze metallic looking bag ( resembles the gold version at zara's) was pretty happy wif purchase as have been hunting high and low for something like dat. dat's all i actually bought tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days 2 &amp; 3: Disneyland Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney HK truly lived up to its name as a mini disney. its is absolutely positively tiny. nothing at all compared to eurodisney (its d oni other one ive been to). but i guess dat aint too bad. i mean u can cover the whole park in a day. dere were 3 main lands init: adventureland, tomorrowland and fantasyland. it certainly catered very much for asian crowds. for every western restaurant within the theme park (mind u, dere werent many to begin wif) dere were at least 2 chinese restaurants round the corner. each land had a grand total of 3-4 rides. i went on space mountain a gazzillion times. and as previously forecasted spent heaps of time standing in line wif the kiddies. saw a lion king preformance at disneyland as well and thought dat was pretty awesome.. they had like fire-eaters and dancers and stuff.. realli have to find time to see the musical in melb when i get back. d nighttime fireworks were realli good too. one of the best ive seen. so yea..dat was kewl. adventureland was a tiny dissapointment. expected tarzan's treehouse to be heaps more impressive. it was allrite i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in HK itself.spent the day roaming the business district of HK. dat was where all the awesome malls and hotels were. dis was the bit i had reali wanted to see. and yes.. it lived up to my expectations. comes in handy when one's mom noes her way round the city like mine did. she actually knew her way round wif the public transport and everythin.. not bad for a woman who has never set foot on an lrt and sucks at directions.. had lunch at the Pacific Place and oggled at all things versace, gucci, BCBG, armani, louis vuitton and heaps more. entered a manolo blahnik boutique for the very first time. thought id died and gone to heaven. one minor glitch: couldnt afford anything dere.&gt;.&lt; one day i will come back and buy up that whole boutique. muahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and miu miu was dere as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was pretty cool. dis was the part of HK i had always wanted to see. the hip, sophisticated, financial hub every investment banker worth his/her salt would have had business dealings wif at least once. god steph. ur soo materialistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention the christmas deco was absolutely gorgeous. it wasnt cheap and plasticy looking. bought a pair of jeans over dere. my first pair of skinny jeans.. except now i look positively stunted.. oh well.. will make it a point to wear dem mainly wif boots. hah. gone now are the days of trying to stuff my flared jeans down a stubborn boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea.. all in all.. HK was awesome and heaps of fun i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh.. and now.. dere's sare's 17th to look forward to. cheryl's coming up frm s'pore to attend the party and she'll be bunking wif me for bout 2 nites.. shud be heaps and heaps of fun. still havent decided wot to wear yet. will go get those black shoes dat ive been eyeing today..wonder if s-mae is coing too.. apparently if she does.. she might be staying wif elsa.. hmm.. but i thought elsa is down in s'pore at the mo. well.. we'll see..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113401027079266367?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113401027079266367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113401027079266367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113401027079266367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113401027079266367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/of-buzz-rides-space-mountain-and.html' title='of buzz rides, space mountain and tarzan&apos;s treehouse'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113392850426565917</id><published>2005-12-07T13:52:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T19:22:28.580+11:00</updated><title type='text'>5 random facts about me</title><content type='html'>okies.. soo here i am doing my very first meme.. oh.. mebe ive done one other one before.. anyways.. just to keep moi amused for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) ultimately.. i would run away and join the circus as a trapeze artist. i have been on a trapeze before..(okies.. i noe club med does not exactly cut it.. but hey..) except for a couple of minor obstacles: i get queasy at certain heights and i believe i am way to heavy to master those mid-air moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i believe that my life calling is to be a peace loving beach bum. blame it on the aussie lifestyle.. sun, sand n surf.. yes.. i'll learn how to surf. 'dont drink and drive, smoke (flavoured ciggies of course.. d real thing is too damaging) and fly'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) viewing the world thru rose-tinted glasses is the way to go. believing everything is lovely and dat everyone loves you will no doubt promise less stress and headache. or so ive been told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) travelling is awesome. plane flights arent. esp not when uve got a whole hoarde of screamin babies on the same flight. my immediate goal for the next five yrs.. to diligently collect all those enrich points dat will make me an enrich gold member. 5 yrs on: business class here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) this meme took me forever to complete. i started at 10.45 and its now 12.03. i would like to say dat d reason is cuz ive put in a lot of thought to the 5 random facts i would want to reveal about myself. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo.. dat completed.. i shall now adjourn for lunch after which i will soon be back for more updates on before mentioned HK trip and upcoming social event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113392850426565917?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113392850426565917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113392850426565917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113392850426565917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113392850426565917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/12/5-random-facts-about-me.html' title='5 random facts about me'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113323808800251169</id><published>2005-11-29T15:11:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T15:21:28.013+11:00</updated><title type='text'>rotting away this hols</title><content type='html'>my nose is killing me.. i am bored and yes if u cant already tell.. im in a horrid whiny mood. i do not like the key board at home cuz it makes too much noise and am currently missing my soundless keyboard laptop, not to mention the fact that my laptop key board is all nice and compact. and yes i havent hooked it up cuz im too lazy to reconfigure the stupid internet settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're going to hong kong on fri and spending 2 whole nites in HK disneyland. m not realli looking forward to dat as ive realised that im waay to old for all dat disneyland shit.. and it'll be me who will have to be lining up in the 2 hr long ques for rides with the kids. mom was like we're going to barcelona in jan but u have to organise everything cuz this trip is solely for u. looking up the available flights..getting to barcelona involves like 24 hr flights wif goodness noes how many stopovers.. and organising hotels and transfers and all dat which frankly speaking i cant be bothered wif. so yea.. told her dis morning dat i cant be stuffed.. esp since i wud probs be rushing my assignments at that time.  plus.. she wasnt in the best of moods this morning. so yes.. here's adieu to barcelona and madrid and rotting the rest of my summer hols away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god steph.. ur soo unmotivating and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; bah. yes. i can be lazy and unmotivating and watever else i want to be for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nat!!!! where are you?? im going insane at home. i need to go out. we've gotta go crash at yunn shin's...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113323808800251169?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113323808800251169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113323808800251169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113323808800251169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113323808800251169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/11/rotting-away-this-hols.html' title='rotting away this hols'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113309413702369287</id><published>2005-11-27T23:04:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T23:22:17.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'>the heat and humidity</title><content type='html'>oohh.. one indeed knows one is back home. 'nods' the heat and humidity seriously hits u like a wave upon stepping off the plane. the flight was allrite.. managed to sleep a solid 6 hrs.. was up for breakfast and man i always make the same mistake. MH 128 ususally serves a choice between nasi lemak and cheese omelatte and i, missing local food or watever the excuse on the occasion is always go  for the nasi lemak.. oni to be sorely dissapointed. yes. nasi lemak on MAS is soo not a good idea. anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m oni 2 days into the hols and m oledi feeling like such a little piggy.. okies.. forget little piggy.. more like big fat piggy.. last nite's dinner was good.. today's lunch absolutely stuffed me and after dinner i just couldnt possibly walk. was at kampachi for lunch today. d occasion: dad's b'day. how could i ever forget how much one eats at such a japanese buffet spread.??mom was like dont have brekkie.. and i was like noo, im hungry...blerrgh. i feel like such a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shoe hunting at KLCC today.. desperately need a new pair of heels for sare's party. yes the theme is 'pink glitter black glam' and pink shoes are a no-no. yes.. ive decided im gonna refrain frm buying any more pink clothing.. okies.. soo this is rather hypocritical seeing as my bloody blog is bloody hot pink. &gt;.&lt; meh. i cant be bothered changing it. so anyways.. seeing as ive decided to opt for black glam, n i left my heels in melb (pls understand that i even had to leave my goldies behind due to LOLS (lack of luggage space) and my black Nine West arent gonna cut it for this party.. so yea...shoe shopping i am. hah. guess who i bumped into at KLCC.. yanni and zheng.. apparently yanni was on the look out for magenta pumps.. dun ask me why..but i hav now found a shoe hunting buddy for the hols :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so..the hols haf officially started.. steph is happy.. SJP is on opera.. m off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i super duper &lt;3 sarah jessica parker and sex and the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113309413702369287?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113309413702369287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113309413702369287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113309413702369287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113309413702369287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/11/heat-and-humidity.html' title='the heat and humidity'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113289796654692151</id><published>2005-11-25T16:12:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T16:52:46.600+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>24 hrs, 4 boxes, 3 raffia bags ( the refugee kind), 2 suitcases, and a bar of wonka's whipple scrumptious caramel delight (actually for the kids.. but which i couldnt resist last nite)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im done packing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god.. i can barely see my comp screen..ive been tearing the whole bloody aftenoon due to bloody hay fever. anyhoos.. yes.. its soo hot dat im actually just siting around topless..im soo scrwed.. my oni piece of check in luggage weighs 30 friggin kilos.. lets just hope mikhail is travelling light... sare and i are soo gonna need his weight..i even took out one jacket and my big fat 'advanced bio'.. but it was to no avail..one wud think dat travelling home every term i wud have mastered the fine art of packing light.. but no...i need to get hold of a cope of 'packing for dummies'.. well all i can say is at least im fast. mebe dat wud explain why i suck at packing.. throwing everything in higgledy-piggledy probs isnt the best way to go.. and oh god.. the box room is like horrible. its hot and high up and hoisting boxes up dere aint easy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos.. here's to going home again. noooo..means i actually hav to start on my stupid EE.. all this while have been putting it off.. saying dt t can oni be done when i get home. blergh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113289796654692151?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113289796654692151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113289796654692151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113289796654692151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113289796654692151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/11/24-hrs-4-boxes-3-raffia-bags-refugee.html' title=''/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113280913948687641</id><published>2005-11-24T15:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T16:12:19.496+11:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby is back</title><content type='html'>n yes.. i am overjoyed. i seriously did not noe what to do with myself last nite. i was shit bored and ended up going to bed at like 11. now, for steph, dat's waaay early. if u havent already figured out wot im on about...you deserve to crawl ino a hole and die. (its my laptop btw) the poor thing spent the nite at the dungeons cuz the stupid CCC is incompetent and inefficient. they were supposed to transfer the rights of the international students website to tash and i but they took like forever. but anyways... its done now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to visit s-mae yesterday. she had her knee-scope thingamabob done and she seems fine. they didnt have to reconstruct  her knee. which was good. we stayed for ages and watched salaame namaste. its a realli stupid bollywood movie. but omg. it was soooo funny. yea.. anyways.. dey had like guests over for dinner as well and i realli think we werent meant to stay on for dinner..but we did anyways.. which was very nice of sarah's parents..salaame namaste was good. like its set in melbourne and everythin.. so yea.. it was funny seeing all the local places and knowing dat we frequently haunt those places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the melb zoo today wif vic and rosie to observes a bunch of primates. it was for a bio prac. i swear that was one expensive prac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;train tix = $ 6&lt;br /&gt;zoo entrance = $16&lt;br /&gt;lunch and snacks = $ 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dats like close to 90 ringgint for a bloody trip to the zoo to watch a bunch of baboons. well i guess it wasnt too bad. it was educational. oh. who am i kidding.. it was hot and dere were like flies and d monkeys didnt do very much plus, im not a big fan of zoos. well at least dat's out of the way. and god.. the baboon we were observing had the hugest arse id ever seen. and it looked in a realli distorted way like his face, but all squashed up. rosie was like its to confuse his predator. and vic was like any predator worth his salt should be able to tell the difference between an arse and a face. Lmao. so yea.. it was hot and i fell asleep on the way back in the sun and now i have a headache. but yea.. it realli wasnt all dat bad i guess.. at least i didnt have to go monkey -watching on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw mr G and uppie today re extended essay and world lit. so at least dat's out of the way. man. i have to pack. i hate packing. a tornado has just torn thru my room. dere's shit all over the place. i hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113280913948687641?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113280913948687641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113280913948687641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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actually quite interesting..next year is gonna be soo full-on.. it realli is quite scary. like the world lit, extended essay, TOK essay, TOK oral, eng orals.. arrghhh.. yes yes.. i noe ive gone on about it quite a bit but yea... this hols.. i can actually realli see myself slaving away..i dunno.. its just scary.. the thought of having got to write and hand in soo many pieces of work for moderation and stuff.. and on top of all dat.. dere will be the ISC and S&amp;G which will also take up heaps and heaps of time..so yea.. realli.. steph.. u need to get of ur lazy butt and get realli realli organised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/Jeremy-running.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/Jeremy-running.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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friggin whoop-whoop..n believe me.. it almost is) this afternoon wif the girls.. god.. im soo sooo  unfit. i am aching all over rite now. do not even want to think how i'll get out of bed tomoro. hard-rock was pretty kewl..nevermind the fact that the walls are like 4 storeys high.. and the highest i ever got was like mebe the 3rd storey or sumthin.. i was like the worst amongst everyone. haha. oh well.. dun matter.. everyone got rite up to d top at least like twice.. but hey.. i was soo needed okies.. someone had to do the ground work k.. i cant remember wot its called  (bilaying or sumthin).. but yea.. i was absolutely pivotal. cheryl rocks.. she's on the squad and goes like 3 times a week. both herself and kevin are soo agile.. esp kevin when he's bouldering.. gosh the kid is gonna be soo buff in time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner was awesome.. aunty miki served us an awesome jap meal.. u noe.. dat was like the first time ive had hme-cooked jap cuisine. and it was realli good. well i guess.. when uve been born and bred in japan.. its funny watching her converse in japanese wif cheryl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;washing my hair in the shower just now was another colosial effort. my arms are aching soo bad.. frm climbing frm 2 sumthin - bout 6. brushing my teeth hurt too.. and oh god.. straightening my hair was another matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are soo scrwed for group 4. my group is soo bloody slack. happens when im in any group. lol. heys.. at leats ive finished my bit of the assignment. i now just hav to type it up and get the manila card stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yea.. all in all its been a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superkai is gonna crash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113249138203939147?l=chicspeak.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-8095524.post-113240176557202602</id><published>2005-11-19T22:48:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T23:02:45.640+11:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRYAN!!</title><content type='html'>aww.. my lil baby bro is now a teenager. i cant believe im not home. m also missing out on the first marriage of the family (my generation) today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing ive realised about coming to melb, im gonna miss out heaps on my baby bros growing up and other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph has been a good girl. she went out today and spent on her bros (must be feeling a tad guilty frm spending so much on herself). bought bryan a set of realli kewl hunting knifes and brandon a von dutch shirt. i oni came home wif a new beaded necklace. see.. i didnt spend all dat much today. plus, ive just finished writting up my log book for group 4. now, ive just gotta decide wot i wanna use and type it all up and buy card for the poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m going climbing wif a whole bunch of ppl tomoro.. hope its fun. after dat we'll be having dinner at cheryl's..oni thing im not too keen on is how fat my butt will look in the harness waay up high. eep &gt;.&lt; i can assure it wont be a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off to bed now. one side of me is more tan then the other for falling asleep in the sun this afternoon. nat and i were sun baking in the front gardens this afternoon.. and whaddya noe there was a wedding at the chapel and they were wanting to take pics in the front gardens.. well too bad.. cuz they had to make do wif just taking frm a distance as there were bikini top clad teens sunning in the gardens.. nat and i were considering moving, but decided dat since we were there first and we were living here.. we had every right to stay where we were..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113240176557202602?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113240176557202602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113240176557202602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113240176557202602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113240176557202602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday-bryan.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRYAN!!'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113230492397681374</id><published>2005-11-18T19:46:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T20:08:44.010+11:00</updated><title type='text'>mood: apprehensive</title><content type='html'>we had our final assembly today. i finally went up on stage. hah. like 3 times. dats for all the times i never went on to stage the whole entire yr. i got senior text editor for silver &amp; green. yay! pretty kewl seeing as i wasnt even on this yr's editorial team. ive got the publicity and competitions portfolio. ouch! such a lot of work. i was just thinking about it.. i seriously doubt i'll have a social life..no wait..make that life to speak off nxt yr. all the work and stuff coming up is realli freaking me out. ooh.. i get the fancy S&amp;amp;G insignia on my blazer.. yay! i wont be able to apply for prefct anymore nxt yr. which kinda sux.. cuz..i kinda want it.. but at the same time.. i noe i wont get it. if cheryl applies.. she's soo gonna get it. i just noe she will.. she seems realli popular lately.. but den again.. she's smart, sweet and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its pretty much confirmed. Mr G's my supervisor. i'll admit.. am actually realli scared about how my extended essay is gonna turn out. the whole thing is just such a scary process. it also doesnt help when ur supervisor (the head of the eco department) tells you he's feeling pretty scared about it too. ahhhh... freak freak freak freak. i managed to pull together bond pricing frm 2002-2005 in half an hour before my meeting this afternoon. i thnk he was pretty impressed. but i still get the sense he strongly wishes that i hadnt chosen this. see.. the thing about this is.. it may be realli realli new.. but data collection isnt that hard (or rather i hope) .. the challenge here unlike most essays is the new material.. and all that financial jargon and bond terminology that we both have to learn. more importantly moi.. cuz.. im gonna need to educate him bout dem. oh god oh god oh god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steph, ur such a moron. shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.. ive consigned myself to a lifeless yr 12 next yr. which unfair enuf begins rite now actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am off to watch fame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113230492397681374?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113230492397681374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113230492397681374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113230492397681374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113230492397681374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/11/mood-apprehensive.html' title='mood: apprehensive'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113220568864909267</id><published>2005-11-17T16:24:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T16:34:48.660+11:00</updated><title type='text'>steph's happy. (:</title><content type='html'>its been a long time since ive actually felt this good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomoro's  final assembly and they put up the list of distinctions today. all i can say is im pretty pleased. altho i will say one last time that eco was soo sooo close. quite dissapointed with that actually.. seeing as i actually studied.. hold on.. studied my butt of for that subject. lol.. anyways.. enuf about dat. moaning bout it isn actually gonna change anything. besides.. i believe the few ppl hu do actualli visit my blog are probs bored to death wif my moaning. so yes guys.. i will spare u dis time around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. it gets quite ironic.. the subjects which u actually dont study for.. and i mean like seroiusly dont study.. cuz.. flipping thru so-called 'notes' half an hour before the exam realli hardly counts, turns out to be ur better ones.. mebe i shud just give up on studying alltogether. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows.. im just realli glad and happy and all that. yupz.. 'nods'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're going out for dinner wif the ISC committee tonite. whee!! and its on the school. hahaha.. we're gonna be squeezin out as many free dinners as we can get next yr. hey, it is a working dinner after all... im going home sooon.. actually.. i dont feel like going home yet this term. its been such a short term that i guess im not missing home yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okies.. my posts are getting more and more redundant. comes frm the sad excuse of procrastinating i supp.. esp when one is meant to be working on other non-blog related stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113220568864909267?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113220568864909267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113220568864909267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113220568864909267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113220568864909267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/11/stephs-happy.html' title='steph&apos;s happy. (:'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-113213466961540651</id><published>2005-11-16T20:47:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T21:10:50.643+11:00</updated><title type='text'>another week to go</title><content type='html'>man. time goes by soo fast. its been one whole year already. like it seems as if i just came to melbourne and MLC and the whole works and now ive already been here for a whole year. n to think next year is gonna be my last year. and depending where i go for uni, i might not even be here next year. yea.. its just soo quick. i'll admit.. im in denial. i dont want to go to yr 12. i like yr 11. im confortable where i am and never wanna leave school. next year's gonna be crazy ass. i'll be rooming wif nat again next semester. wif all the essays due and stuff.. i told her we have to set up a divider in our room. i told her we absolutely positively have to cuz im gonna be working heaps of late nites.. we'll see how it goes..this yr has been pretty allrite i guess.. i am rather nervous about going into year 12. i dunno.. i guess i kinda feel like i dun belong dere yet. cuz.. whilst i finish off my last yr in high school and start thinking about uni.. all my friends back home will oni be going to college the following yr. call it insecurity.. call it watever u want. im nervous. like the work.. oh god.. i have no idea how my extended essay and stuff is gonna turn out. the world lit essay, the orals.. everything.. just seems soo scary and like daunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll see i guess. its also good i supp.. dis whole fast tracking thing.. i have kinda realised dat i can cope withought doing form 4.. im probs not ahead as i wud have been if id done form 4.. but yea.. i guess all's fine.. im just realli realli glad and thankful that things worked out i guess. i supp i realli wudnt have been that much ahead.. apart probs mth. cuz yr 11 assumes uve done heaps of form 4 mth. everything else is more or less new i supp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos. gtg work on my group 4 thingo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is pretty funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://webmail.mlc.vic.edu.au/exchange/kwongst/Inbox/FW:%20Road%20%20signs%2011-1..EML/Road%20%20signs%2011-1..EML/1_multipart_xF8FF_2_roadsign11_1_.doc/C58EA28C-18C0-4a97-9AF2-036E93DDAFB3/roadsign11_1_.doc?attach=1"&gt;for laughs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freakatwork.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;for&gt;&lt;for&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113213466961540651?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113213466961540651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113213466961540651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113213466961540651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113213466961540651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-week-to-go.html' title='another week to go'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113204579333264867</id><published>2005-11-15T19:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T20:09:53.376+11:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckbaharrghfuck</title><content type='html'>god. he is such a fucking useless bastard. 'can u get your principal to certify them and then post them to me?' im not ur fucking maid. i go to school.. and as a fucking lawyer you should be the one doing all this. reason #1 i DO NOT EVER want to do law. some lawyers plain disgust me. fuck you. fucking guardian you call urself. god u piss me off.. u never called, never even wondered if i was doing okies when i first came here. never even bothered when i was here all alone during the new year this year. knowing i was all fucking alone for the fucking first time and that i have not a single fucking relative in bloody melbourne. fuck you to the depths of hell. the least you can do as the family's fucking migration lawyer is fucking pick up ur ward's passport photocopy and bloody certify it if u dun do anyfuckingthing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck everything. i want that distinction so bad. how can i have been soo bloody dumb. god steph, the one thing you wanted so bad and you dont get it. fanfuckingtastic aint it?? there goes.. the whole year's work all thrown away in one fucking exam which u missed by 2 bloody marks.. stupid 80% weighting. 2 fucking bloody marks. it was the one thing that u had hope in.. well now dat that has let u down... ur just gonna sit in tat assembly just like all the others wishing u wud actually make it up dere someday. not gonna happen now innit??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least u got the supervisor u wanted. whoopdedoo. well i gues.. im glad about dat bit. but still.. arrghhhh.. dere's soo much fucking work to do. bloody group 4. bloody extended essay. bloody world lit draft. bloody eng orals. bloody every fucking thing. kill me right now somebody. gaaaarrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its one of those days.. ur in the best of spirits.. ur happy wif ur chinese results..u think u did allrite in mths.. u almost forgot about ur shit eco results.. christmas dinner was good, u had a hearty serving of oysters and salmon and u feel nice and contented. and 'poof'.. u receive an idiotic email.. that just makes ur blood boil and everything just comes flooding back. every single negative thing which uve soo meticulously filed away and forgotten just comes fucking flooding back like d good times never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kill me rite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im menopausal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113204579333264867?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113204579333264867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113204579333264867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113204579333264867'/><link rel='self' 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realli hot. so yea.. off came the zara top.. heys.. i was conservative-ish during the first 2 periods..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skool's okies i gues.. but ive just realised.. dat d exams may have ended.. but it doesnt by any means imply that our work load is lighter.. dere's so much to do.. i should have attempted my damn world lit thingy last nite.. its gonna take me forever tomoro nite. yes, i shud do it tonite.. but i plan to work on my extended essay tonite after my swim..dere's a meteing wif mr G tomoro lunch.. and i want him soo bad as my supervisor.. can u believe we still dunnoe hu it will be?? anyways.. and den dere's the group 4 project which we have to do research on.. dis year's one is called the 'circus comes to town'.. sounds baby-ish huh.. well i thought so.. anyways.. wot we're supp to do is look into a common theme of the circus and study it from the three aspects of science (bio, chem and phys) well.. whoop-de-doo.. our group chose to do human cannonballing.. its pretty interesting accept dere's nothing remotely bio about it dat is available online.. its all about bloody physics.. we soo should have done acrobatics.. accept dere's nothing remotely chem about dat one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. now dat ive finish lamentin bout group 4.. btw.. its dis dat's making me come home later.. i wud otherwise have been home dis fri to be at mimi's wedding... bah.. and be able to do cats wif the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am soo lazy.. i should get started on some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will do it after my shower and swim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113194798444747102?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113194798444747102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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# 2</title><content type='html'>okies.. im getting realli jobless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finished my TOK essay.. wooot!! go me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tash sez i cant wear my new black top. she says it says so in the senior school guide or somthing u cant wear sleeveless tops that show off ur cleavage to school.. bummer. who reads the damn senior school guide anyways? n i dun have a cleavage to speak off.. certainly one not as big as hers or sangi's... anyways.. i shud go run and den shower and den get a move on my waaaay over due world lit proposal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113187186065953266?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113187186065953266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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rejuvenated</title><content type='html'>yupz good.. i feel good.. the weekend has been pretty good so far.. yes.. okies.. apart frm the fact that i have not done any work on my TOK essay (due last fri), my extended essay ( meeting wif Mr G on tues) or my world lit proposal ( eng class tomoro). but yea.. life's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out wif nat and bummed at chapel street the whole of fri. er.. spent lotsa money.. mom's gonna kill me when she finds out. recent purchases include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a black basic top&lt;br /&gt;- an army green basic top&lt;br /&gt;- a box of ferrero for aunty linda&lt;br /&gt;- a box of lidnt's for wendy&lt;br /&gt;- 'the lovely bones'&lt;br /&gt;- ' a season for the dead' (there was a warehouse sale and i couldnt resist)&lt;br /&gt;- black eyeliner (to replace the ones i stole of tash)&lt;br /&gt;- reminton straightener ( my new baby)&lt;br /&gt;- ooh. and my first ever bikini (trying it on in the change room.. i realised i look soo friggin white. mission: to get a tan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also had lunch at this 'cheers' like restaurant on the corner of chapel and toorak. i like the ambience. cant say it was terribly cheap tho.. i wud like to have my 17th dere.. make it sorta like a themed party.. wud be cool.. except the guestlist wud be rather limited..u noe tight student budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d same nite, attended a christmas party at wrixon.. yea.. it was allrite. we played all sorts of stupid games and won all sorts of stupid stuff.. like seriously.. its been a long time since i last played musical statues.. it wasnt too bad a nite.. one minor (okies mebe pretty major ) glitch., future formal partner moving to sydney or the coast for uni.. bugger bugger bugger. god i hate u.u said u wudnt be able to make it dis yr.. turned out u did.. like 2 days before the formal. n now ur frigging moving across the country. god steph ur running out of time. desperado. hey.. but den again.. i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..so dat was friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent yesterday at aunty linda's.. was realli relaxing.. watched all sorts of tween flicks wif alex.. u noe.. everything that has like lindsay lohan, hillary duff, the olsen twins.. it wasnt too bad.. very lazy weekend i spent dere. ooh and i got like the humongous guestroom.. attached bath and the whole works.. got a good few hours of sleep.. so dat was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n now.. meh &gt;.&lt; tok essay.. i will start after lunch.. and finish my dinnert time and start on my world lit thingy after dinner.. god steph.. ur such a slacker. but yea.. im all pumped now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113184539324870564?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113184539324870564/comments/default' 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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-8095524.post-113161259085264111</id><published>2005-11-10T19:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T19:49:50.906+11:00</updated><title type='text'>one day in the life of...</title><content type='html'>12.00 pm- finally dragged my lazy arse butt out of bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.15 pm- washed up and run back to LT4 upon hearing an announcement that the council dudes were coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30 pm- frantically shoved everything on the floor into a suitcase under bed, had lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.40 - 2.00pm- ISC meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.00-4.00pm- sex and the city-ed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.00 pm- pigged out on nachos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.00-5.00 pm - sex and the city-ed even more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.00-6.00 pm- bummed online.. hunted for nat king cole's album to download.. was unsuccesful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.00-7.00 pm - dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.00 pm-...still bumming online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realli shud start on my TOK essay.. arrghh..&lt;strong&gt;hate tok hate tok hate tok..&lt;/strong&gt;  oh.. btw.. i got into madrigals for 2006.. am realli quite happy.. apparently we'll be doing like competitions n stuff.. pretty exciting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113161259085264111?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113161259085264111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113161259085264111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113161259085264111'/><link rel='self' 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later.. goodness noes wot time it finishes..ive been up since 3 dis morning studying and am quite surprised at the fact dat i have crashed yet.. well i will soon. bio was blergh.. IT i didnt even study for... which realli isnt good.. but oh well.. i finished just as the examiner said pens down.. i hav no idea wot the difference is between a worm and a virus.. and i dun think studying wud hav helped either...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.. glorious nothing.. i lirve doing nothing.. altho i do hav a TOK essay due  on fri and i'd promised nat id get it done tomoro cuz she wants to go out on fri.. oh well.. dat's tomoro..i actually cant wait to get home.. the rents got back frm vienna on sun and hav apparently brought lots of stuff back...n den dere's d ppl and friends im dying to meet up wif cuz i havent seen dem in ages.. we didnt even go out the last time i was home.. so yea. guys, (u noe hu u are) i realli wanna go shisha-ing.. hope its good.. as close to sex and the city one will get i gues.. speaking of sex and the city.. im soo gonna leech dem of daph rite now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh and dere's shopping.. i hav my list all made up for friday...fantabulous.. its gonna be good. realli good.. i soo cant wait.. haha.. now dat tash's like 18 oledi.. we've put her legal status to use already actually.. last weekend to be precise.. except she was such a chicken dat i ended up picking dem up putting dem on the counter and all she had to do was pay.. and to think they didnt even ask for her ID.. (: it was gooood.. except s-mae walked in on us.. but yea.. we're hoping she'll be able to pick some up on the way next term for next year's after party... wheee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's good. m off to catch up on some much needed zzzzzs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113150548674138211?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113150548674138211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113150548674138211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113150548674138211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113150548674138211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/11/finito.html' title='finito'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-113106450933761657</id><published>2005-11-04T11:22:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T11:35:09.386+11:00</updated><title type='text'>2 down.. 4 to go</title><content type='html'>im soo annoyed.. i have still got 4 more exams next week. tash has finished 5 itself dis week and she oni has mths nextweek. im not even gonna talk about my eco exam. no, actually, i will. it could have been much much better. my final essay was written in like 10 mins. realli not good. i swapped questions 10 mins before time was to end cuz i wrote about 1/2  a page (including diagrams) and realised dat was all i had to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos.. forgetting d above, im gonna make a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to do (fun) after the hols:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- buy dat much wanted hair straightener ( found a good Remington one for like $ 50)&lt;br /&gt;- watch the Lion King ( provided i dun go broke before then)&lt;br /&gt;- shopping on Chapel street&lt;br /&gt;- shopping at Vic market&lt;br /&gt;- go to St kilda beach&lt;br /&gt;- post-exam picnic (not sure if its still happening tho..)&lt;br /&gt;- burn all of Daphne's sex and the city DVDs&lt;br /&gt;- watch Sex and the City&lt;br /&gt;- watch House&lt;br /&gt;- boy watch on chapel and at the beach&lt;br /&gt;- get a tan (a real one)&lt;br /&gt;- ooh.. christmas party&lt;br /&gt;- clubbing..wheeee :D ( or tash to get us drinks at some funky pub/bistro)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113106450933761657?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113106450933761657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113106450933761657' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113106450933761657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113106450933761657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/11/2-down-4-to-go.html' title='2 down.. 4 to go'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-113071527500902071</id><published>2005-10-31T10:25:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:34:35.076+11:00</updated><title type='text'>n soo here i am</title><content type='html'>BLOGGING??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realli shouldnt be..i was all good and had my laptop all locked up and put away and out of reach.. but like arrgh.. i just had to check my e mails didnt i?? god steph.. ur such an e mail whore. okies.. i set up to take a 5 mins break frm studying and check my e mail and let my darling baby laptop out of the scary bag for some air but i ended up blog hopping and checking my e mail twice and now blogging..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im soo scrwed for the exams. i have soo much to cover for eco alone and it doesnt seem like im getting anywhere. i also havent started studying for anything else. eep :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom and dad are in vienna.. how like dem to take off on a fantastic holiday whenever they want to. dey called twice over the weekend to rub it in.. well okies.. also to wish me luck for my exams.. but still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom: hi steph, we're off to vienna on sunday&lt;br /&gt;me: hwjuqblyf.. what? vienna?&lt;br /&gt;mom: yes.&lt;br /&gt;me: whatabout the boys?&lt;br /&gt;mom: they're at ur aunty's.&lt;br /&gt;me: okies (thank god. i would have thrown a fit if the boys were going too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad: hi steph&lt;br /&gt;me: hi daddy..&lt;br /&gt;dad: we're waiting for the taxi to take us to the airport&lt;br /&gt;me: okies.. hav fun. (njvynlvhm)&lt;br /&gt;dad: good luck for ur exams..study hard!!&lt;br /&gt;me: hmmph. yea. hav fun without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea.. dey'd better bring back some nice souvenirs.. rite now.. i just cant wait for term to end.. admittedly im not looking forward to the exams all that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things (bad) to do after exams:&lt;br /&gt;extended essay research&lt;br /&gt;TOK essay&lt;br /&gt;world lit thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off to nerd now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113071527500902071?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113071527500902071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113071527500902071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113071527500902071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113071527500902071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/10/n-soo-here-i-am.html' title='n soo here i am'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-113058005641967766</id><published>2005-10-29T19:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T20:00:57.510+10:00</updated><title type='text'>eamonn??!!!</title><content type='html'>blbyucilNCk.. hhmmph.. who name's their child eamonn?? (pronounced ay-mon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well uppie does..he told us he had a son who goes to melbourne high and is in yr 10.. well u noe.. him being in yr 10 and me who shud be in yr 10 .. so yea.. and u noe good genes shud hopefully pass on.. anyways.. so yea.. tash set her internet stalking skills to good use and turned up an eamonn upperton who fitt the age group we were looking in.. well turns out uppie junior is realli realli smart.. his name came up under the melb high distinctions scorer list-thingy..n yea.. melb high is like a realli hard skool to get into in any case..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but like eamonn??!! we havent turned up a pic of him yet.. but hopefully sooner or later one will.. gawd. dis just shows how sad i am.. going after younger boys.. but hey.. he'd better be tall.. his dad is like 6ft 5 or sumthin...n yes.. i'll admit.. i refuse to go to next year's formal alone. so dere. in any case.. we were just lamenting the fact dat d kid had such an unfotunate name.. i mean if it was somthin like mat or damien or somethin.. but den again.. when u hav a parent who's a lit graduate and teaches high skool lit.. ur bound to hav a kid (or 4 with an odd name.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea.. i shud go.. gotta go nerd. nerding is becoming a full on past time rite now.. altho i still dun feel dat into it yet.. tash too was wearing Pi day shirt.. n we set about before lunch today memorising the first 50 digits of Pi.. dis is as far as ive gotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.14159865358979323846..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113058005641967766?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113058005641967766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113058005641967766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113058005641967766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113058005641967766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/10/eamonn.html' title='eamonn??!!!'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113041571136050354</id><published>2005-10-27T21:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T22:21:51.426+10:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween</title><content type='html'>today we celebrated halloween at the boarding hse.. it was actually realli exciting cuz i hav never actually celebrated it before..i got dressed up as a pirate whilst nat went as a zombie cheerleader, tash as Dr. House, daphne as Chuckie's bride.. which was realli realli good.. tash (kileen) as a mummy, tess as some phantom child, yunn shin as a freaky butler, laura as count dracula, ngaree as a bunny and heaps other characters i cant remember.. ooh.. yes.. emma as the hunchback of notredame.. she actually wore a laundry basket behind her back.. which i tot was realli realli innovative..it was actually realli good cuz everyone dressed up and stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.. n d best part was like the haunted mansion walk.. we walked thru d oldest part of the boarding hse.. and along the way dere was like fi under the table grabbing at out ankles, the scary butler, and count dracula, amp dressed up as the person who founded tiddeman as a school girl, liz who was some random cranky old bitch and caroline who was outside and who's sillouhette ( i cant spell) scared the crap out of some ppl.. ooh and of course rachel who was banging on the door frm the inside.. the prefects did such a good job.. good job guys!!! it was pretty damn awesome..n yes..u guys worked ur butts off for this occasion.. n of course.. dere was like loads of candy at the end of it all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea.. d nite has been pretty good.. today was okies i guess.. except i had eng.. which as the whole world shud noe by now.. i absolutely detest. but i guess it wasnt too bad. oh.. and i went for the S&amp;G interview... and dean was realli nice.. i even get to look at this year's draft S&amp;amp;G copy.. which is realli kewl.. d thing is S&amp;G is soooo well run and put together.. it has like a massive team.. comprising of text, photography and graphics.. oh which in hierarchical order (bottom -&gt; top) comprises of reporters, portfolio editors, general editors and the senior editors.. anyhoos.. yea. i went for my interview today cuz i realli want to be a part of the editorial team next year and interview's are conducted the year before, and well... i was oni applying for general text or portfolio editor..but dean actually asked if i wanted to go for like senior text editor.. okies.. u hav no idea how big this is.. (well for me anyways) .. its like huge.. cuz.. d magazine is like the most professional on earth.. and its like realli realli kewl.. and do u noe wot it means to be senior editor??!!! ahhh.. im soo psyched now..i realli shouldnt get my hopes up.. cuz dere's reali no way in hell id actually get it.. but hey.. its just soo exciting. id actualli just be realli realli happy if i just get on to S&amp;G...but yea.. anyways.. i have a second interview wif dean tomoro after skool..'crosses fingers' m just hoping all goes well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113041571136050354?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113041571136050354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>damn...</title><content type='html'>all my friends back home are having shit loads of fun.. my exams start next week and im soo not prepared. it realli isnt funny at all.. in fact i shouldnt even be online rite now..well.. hey.. i was replying to my emails and checking out my spesh cycle timetable.. so yea.. technically i wasnt procrastinating.. who d hell m i kidding.. i soo was.. dun deny it steph..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we cut up an eye today during bio.. i swear i'll never be able to become an eye surgeon.. or any other surgeon for that matter.. i can only vaguely tell the different parts of the ermm.. eye.. n i dun think 'vaguely' in medicine cuts it at all.. i seriously wonder how one can be a neurosurgeon. speaking of which.. alana's frm like a seriously brainy family.. her mom's like a neurologist and her dad's a cardiologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..back to my sad sad existence of non-but-should-be-studying..i shud go and at least do my CAS forms.. its d least i can do dat's school related at the mo..ooh.. i'll just check my e mail again before that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113022589920632210?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113022589920632210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113022589920632210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113022589920632210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113022589920632210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/10/damn.html' title='damn...'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113014718191911882</id><published>2005-10-24T19:37:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T19:46:21.933+10:00</updated><title type='text'>shaz is bored</title><content type='html'>and she has too much time on her hands...okies.. i just got caught out by steph.. i shud be studying.. but here i am blogging..ahh wth..i'll keep it short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea.. shaz is bored.. very bored during eco.. below are some of the stuff she's massed emailed during class.. speakin of eco..it'd be funny if i ever get a 'i dont have time to read this crap' stamp frm girvie...hmm.. mebe i shud make him give me one..just found out frm the yr 12's today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shaleens analogy for C + I + G + X - M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;AD&lt;/span&gt;ultry = &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;C I G&lt;/span&gt; arettes + se&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;X &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;oney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;money coz she says u will have none left coz u have to buy cigarettes and supplies for safe sex&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DOLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;UDS &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;FF &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ABOUR and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;MPLOYMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally our song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;hi all.here's a preview of my economics song.sing it to the tune of under the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Glanville is always greener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;On Girvanator’s plate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;He wishes we were smarter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;But that’s a big mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just look at the class around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Right here, Eco Period 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Such wonderful things surround you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;What more are you asking for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Economics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Economics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113014718191911882?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/113014718191911882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=113014718191911882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113014718191911882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/113014718191911882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/10/shaz-is-bored.html' title='shaz is bored'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-113002461076634026</id><published>2005-10-23T09:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T09:44:55.666+10:00</updated><title type='text'>lemon juice..mmmmm..beefy</title><content type='html'>last nite's party was good. good company, good food and loadsa cam-whoring in the bathroom.. yes.. the lighting in the bathroom at Sofia's is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we came back around 10ish and after tash had opened all her pressies..we decided to put the cocktail shaker to good use. nat had brought back a bottle of Cruiser from her hse earlier on.. now seeing as there was inly one bottle we had to mix it with lemon squash and coke to produce more.. it was actually reali realli good.. of course, the alcohol content was also very diluted.. but hey..we drank to tash's 18th and the frickin exams..whoop-de-frickin-doo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos..now dat she's 18 she can buy drinks for us.. wheeee...m hoping she's able to bring in the bottle of Absolute on her way back next year.. it'll be soo much cheaper duty free..plus we can easily mix it wif anything..yes.. n we were sitting around planning next year's after party, and we've decided dat we'll probs rent an apartment in the city somewhere and yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shud go off and do some work now.. its been put of long enough..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-113002461076634026?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-8095524.post-112996814725539474</id><published>2005-10-22T17:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T18:02:27.263+10:00</updated><title type='text'>my hair is shite</title><content type='html'>no..not because of last nite's dye.. for the record nothing showed up.. or rather it did and just sorta covered out my original streaks.. making my hair just look like it did before i highlighted it.. anyways.. dat's not the point.. my hair is shite because i straightened it dis morning and unfortunately..due to the stoopid weather (it rained in the afternoon when nat and I were traipsing round Glennferrie.) its no longer straight.. n dere's a party which i hav to be getting ready for like soon.. seeing as it begins in like an hour and sang's out so i cant borrow her hair straightener and fix my frizz.. not to mention d fact dat i think ive been borrowing it once too often and of course dere's d other fact dat i tot dere was a hardware shop down the road which sole hairstraighteners except its a mobile shop.. arrghh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea.. my hair is shite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought tash studs for her piercings as well as a cocktail shaker.. i tot the shaker was pretty kewl.. i mean u noe.. its an 18th  b'day gift. now i want a cocktail shaker for my 18th.. except when im 18 ill be in uni and seeing as my b'day is in the beginning of the year.. i wont noe anyone well yet.. and yes.. my 18th will just be a sad sad affair.. im counting on u girls (MLC chicas)..to remember me when the time comes.. even if we arent in the same uni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit die screw fuck. i have not done a single thing dis weekend.. and d exams are a frigging week away.. im sooo fucked. plus uppie remembered d overdue world lit plan on fri.. and said he wants it in next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d yr 12s are gone..'sheds tear' yes.. i quite like dem.dey were a nice bunch. plus next year we wont have justine singing random songs bout stozza or JC (jenny collins) no more. aparrently girvie gave the year 12s a like speech and like he cried.well okies.. im not sure.. but the year 12's sure did. so yea.. dat's soo sweet of him.dey said it was a realli good way to end.well.. i guess we'll be getting one next year. im soo glad i do eco.i &lt;3 eco. yes.. i admit i have an uncanny fetish for economics. well.. i guess im not the oni one.. shaz has a crush on girvie hiself..&lt;br /&gt;* skips into class: hellooo mr girvan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shud go get ready.. mebe amp will lend me her straightener.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112996814725539474?l=chicspeak.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-8095524.post-112990535480542144</id><published>2005-10-22T00:22:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T00:35:54.866+10:00</updated><title type='text'>head full of foils</title><content type='html'>so here i am.. after an hour's worth of hair dying.. yes.. nat and i decided to dye our hair tonite..no.. its not permenant so dere.. it's d semi permenant kind dat comes of after about 10 washes.. i realli hope mine turns out well.. thnx nat and tash.. luv u guys heaps for bearing wif my unruly hair and foiling it all for me..im just adding more streaks to my current regrowths..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.. okies.. nat's back frm the shower.. n so far her hair hasnt shown the slightest hints of blue..O.o.. well we'll see when its dry..anyhoos.. im soo tired.i cud just fall asleep on my laptop.. aarrghh.. so much for an studying tonite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112990535480542144?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112990535480542144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112990535480542144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112990535480542144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112990535480542144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/10/head-full-of-foils.html' title='head full of foils'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112970567513265563</id><published>2005-10-19T16:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T17:07:55.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'>just shoot me</title><content type='html'>yes i mean it.. i just wanna curl up and die. altho dat might take a bit of time, seeing as my last medical check up pronounced me in perfect health. so yea.. just shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck at english. english hates me. me+ english= bad results. yes.. my last SCASI was absolutely tragic. i think im like the worst student in class.. i absolutely mean it. i mean i lurve the language and evrythin.. but i just suck at doing commentaries.. yes.. i suck big time.. in fact i even received a pity e mail frm uppie.. i wont go into the details of said e mail but will divulge the fact that he told me to compose myself. just great. even my eng teachah himself thinks i suck. i would like to take comfort in the fact that the one thing he didnt do when marking my essay was go all 'AAAARRGHH! Punctuation' as i noe he did in someone else's .. but apart frm dat, i still suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to become a nerd/geek/ studious.. watever u wanna call it. i need to for the sake of the friggin exams dat are soo round the corner of which i havent started studying for. i need to become all hermitty for the remainder of these two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea..to sum up dis pathetically whiny entry (but hey, dat's wot blogs are for) i would like to conclude dat if i dun transform into a hermit any time soon, somebody pls shoot me. i tried curling up and dying dis morning.. didnt work. im still alive..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112970567513265563?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112970567513265563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112970567513265563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112970567513265563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112970567513265563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-shoot-me.html' title='just shoot me'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112954131066685500</id><published>2005-10-17T19:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T19:28:30.680+10:00</updated><title type='text'>blahness</title><content type='html'>today was our last house assembly.. it was actually realli formal.. well compared to what i hear of fitchet's anyways...we were all handed out our decas and so on and so forth.. i am finally getting my house badge.. woohoo... go me.. 10 blardy points the whole friggin year.. ppl like sam chan hav got up to their like 24th deca- that's like 240 house points..oh well.. a girl's gotta start somewhere i guess..ooh.. i also got flowers for being berry's netball captain dis year..it was pretty awesome.. seeing as i did hardly anything and all i had to do was like turn up for the 5 matches.. and hey.. we won 1 of dem.. anyways.. :P d thank you card reads 'thank you for your outstanding contribution' ...teeheehee..outstanding indeed.. well.. i do actually intend to participate heaps more next year.. well esp since i will be on the 2006 hse commitee.. so yea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man.. i have a mths test tomoro.. on like me least fav topic..calculus.. yes even wif the mths tuition over the hols i still suck at calculus.. mebe cuz d work arul did wif me was like STPM stuff.. which btw.. is waay harder then the stuff over here.. n yea..sheesh.. who am i kidding.. i just suck at mths. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shud go.. i have to start some work in like 3 mins.. i also havent started any exam revision...'dies' i realli want those distinctions at the end of the year. gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112954131066685500?l=chicspeak.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-8095524.post-112936728427008220</id><published>2005-10-15T18:20:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T19:08:04.336+10:00</updated><title type='text'>IBBQ was awesome... good job teresa and jo..</title><content type='html'>just got back frm the so-called IB social event of the year.. yupz.. the IBBQ was a great hit..:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had an awesome time and so did everyone else i think... it was great cause everyone just had a chance to sit around.. enjoy the company, good food and good weather.. yupz.. d weather was awesome.. it was blue skies and sunny weather d whole day and it was just awesome..teresa's mom was awesome.. she provided most of the food and we all brought some.. so dere was certainly more than enough to go round.. her mom soo loves entertaining.. they hav like 3 whole cupboards of party decorations.. today's was a halloween theme cuz well u noe.. halloween'c coming up n stuff..n yea.. we all just basically set around in the backyard and talked and talked and cam-whored.. yupz.. we cam-whored alot.. do not ever place a camera in amy nolan's hands.. not unless one wants like a gazzilion pics of amy..d child has seriously perfected the art of self-portrait.. in a sense there was still like a half-and-half sorta split like the one at skool between all the IBers.. one half was like indoors watching reruns of friends and stuff and d rest of us were like outdoors.. but all in all.. everyone moved around freely and had an awesome time...omg.. ellie had like the awesomest tan ever.. i dun thinl many ppl mentioned it.. but i thought it was awesome.. fake or not it looked realli natural and now dat she's gone blond and stuff yea.. it realli suits her..she was wearing dis realli pretty but simple white top.. n i lurrrve charlie's skirt.. all summery and laura ashley.. but den again.. she is half-british and spent the better part of her childhood in england.. ooh and dere was molly and tess hu had just come frm the races and looked realli pretty in their dresses.. okies.. dat's it.. i swear im going to next year's ...it sounds like a whole load of fun.. even if its just an occasion to dress up..oh and did i mention, teresa's d youngest of 5 siblings.. now dat's quite a bit..well den again..n yea.. dey're frm montana and her dad has d strongest american accent ive ever heard..like gosh.. i cant even imitate it.. well not on blogger anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos.. i shud stop rambling.. am thinking of finishing off eco and going for a run.. yea.. i think i shud.. after d amount of food ive consumed.. a run is much much needed..oh and its tash and ellie's b'day tomoro.. sooo hav to get dem stuff..tash anyways.. which i havent done.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112921428713651067</id><published>2005-10-14T00:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T00:38:07.176+10:00</updated><title type='text'>woah... tonite has just been realli awesome. here's to the yr 12 class of 2005</title><content type='html'>yupz.. tonite was awesome 'nods'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got back frm celebration evening and it was like realli kewl.. dey announced the prefect executive wheee...&lt;br /&gt;- head girl- emma brown&lt;br /&gt;- deputy head- sarah mae ( jumpjumpjump-m soo happy for her)&lt;br /&gt;- deputy head- annie penderghast (hav no idea how to spell her name..but apparently she's realli funny)&lt;br /&gt;- head of houses- sarah endersbee&lt;br /&gt;- head of boarding- laura (lola)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was reali realli exciting when they were announcing the executive.. cause dere were like more than 2000 ppl hu were kept in suspense.. and its d current seniors hu announce it after tearing open an envelope with their succesors name.. and then there's d whole handing over tradition.. its just soo special and makes it all the more steeped in tradition.. i heart my skool when it comes to stuff like dis..oh and dere were d items.. em and hannah are soo awesome.. dey're like d best singers i noe..all in all its been a very exciting nite.. exhausting day too.. with d rehersals in the morning and stuff..we soo rock.. 3/5 of the senior exec are boarders.. woohoo.. am soo happy for all of dem all..like everyone in their post realli realli deserves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and den dere was d yr 12 send off..everyone looked reali happy actually..s o much for it being emotional and stuff.. hannah did cry tho..poor darlin.. she's been an awesome mads leader.. speaking of mads.. ms richards says she wants to reaudition us again next yr and cut d numbers down to like 8 yr 12s.. m soo not gonna make it.. seeing as i barely scraped thru d auditions dis yr.. m most certainly not amongst the top 8 in mads.. i mean like mads is the best singing group in all of mlc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh..i hav to get up early tomoro morning to do work.. shud go to bed soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112921428713651067?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112921428713651067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112921428713651067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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events..:P</title><content type='html'>im quite looking forward to dis weekend's IBBQ i must admit..finally.. my social life is picking up.. i swear.. its heaps and i mean heaps better over here.. last term dere were b'day parties, the formal, the after party, sleepovers and all sorts of social stuff to go to.. and this term dere's d IBBQ dis weekend.. at teresa's..speaking of which, none of us have any idea how to get to.. but hey.. we'll figure it out.. and dere's tash's and jess's combined birthday bash after dat.. dere was also the boarder's netball against trinity game last weekend.. which i got huge blisters frm..and i think dere migt be a rematch dis weekend.. all in all stuff's going pretty good.. well i hope anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back home.. no offense to anyone or anythin.. but we hardly ever go out.. noone ever has birthday parties.. dat are proper parties..no one has random get-to-gether-because-we're-special barbeques..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.. i think i quite like it here.. i actually have social life to speak of..:P of course.. it's still not as robust as some of the other girls in the boarding hse.. i mean.. some of dem arent in the whole weekend.. well sangi's one of dem i guess.. but den again d girl's just a hard-core party animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh.. and sam's coming to malaysia at the end of the year.. how kewl is dat?? she'll be spending 4 nites in KL.. renaissance.. and four in sabah (sutra harbour).. oh and she has a younger bro dat's coming along too.. yayness.. hope he's hot..seeing as she's 18 he cant be much more younger.. 16? hopefully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im excited.. exams arent even over yet and im thinking of the end of term.. god steph.. snap out of dis. have got the exams to get thru first..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im off to do some eco hw.. i actually find it very therapeutic...uh huh.. and i might go for a swim after dinner..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-112902986597563348</id><published>2005-10-11T20:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T21:26:01.353+10:00</updated><title type='text'>life's a laugh and death's a joke.</title><content type='html'>am feeling pretty good having caught up with some serious zzzzzs this afternoon.. even slept thru dinner.. yes.. d bio tests are over.. its been a streinous week.. studying bio..dere's just soo much to memorise.. i wont even go into talking about the test.. it was death.. i could seriously have died then and dere.. but yea.. i was wearing nice underwear so u noe.. if anything happened.. i had a pretty bra on.. stupid as dis is.. it was the first thought dat crossed my mind dis morning when i was getting dressed.. random huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoke to uppie re my horrible scasi today after class.. he was soo nice.. i swear i was on the verge of tears.. which realli isnt good huh... oh well..just hoping he didnt see me well up in tears.. wud've been very embarrasing not to mention off-putting.. in any case.. yea.. now dat dat's fixed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stupid mths hw is staring me in the face.. i guess i shud get started..hmm.. m thinking of starting up a life journal account.. yea.. i'll do it after the exams.. cuz.. remembering my obsession wif friendster when i first got it.. mebe not such a good idea rite now..ooh.. n yes.. dere are all those episodes of house to catch up on.. everyone seems to be obsessed.. another thing i plan to check out after the exams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes.. and i need to swing into nerd mode soon.. not happening yet.. but hopefully it will come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-112895146794081836</id><published>2005-10-10T23:26:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:37:47.966+10:00</updated><title type='text'>fjklinjk.s</title><content type='html'>i have another bio test tomorrow..am sooo annoyed over the fact dat ms morgan told us to study for the whole of topic 5 when the test d other bio class did today was oni on homeostasis and repro..i mean i spent the whole of yesterday studying for nuthin.. okies.. soo i can pass it off as exam revision.. but seriously, if u expect me to be able to remember all dat stuff i memorised yesterday..uve gotta be joking.. anyhoos.. m realli realli pooped and shud go to bed soon.. m planning to wake up at like 5 30 tomoro morning to go over the bio hand outs.. have a sneaking feeling.. loadsa stuff is coming out frm dat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been bloody studying bio d whole nite.. dat dat's all ive done..i havent done the world lit thingy and have just received a'friendly email reminder' frm uppie (Sarah's 'term of endearment' for Mr U) dat we have to have it ready by tomoro.. soo not gonna happen.. in any case i sent an e mail out asking for an extension.. realli hope i get it.. cuz.. i mean.. im not usually d kind to get extensions on stuff.. n after having done so badly for the previous SCASI "kicks self" he might not allow me one.. plus i think he hates me. so dere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ve got fantastic blisters on the soles of my foot frm boarders netball on sun against trinity dat it hurts just to stand up.. its much better now tho.. i must say.. its now bandaged and dere's loads less pressure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in any case.. having been inspired by cheryl once again.. i think i realli need to swing into nerd mode pronto.. exams are soo fucking near and im no where near starting any exam revision.. unless u counted yesterday's waste of a day..i just realli wanna do better than i did in term 2 i guess.. my results in term2 sucked soo bad dat yea.. i just need to do better then that.. even i was soo dissappointed in me d last time round..plus, i realli realli realli want at least one academic award.. but thinking about it, dere's no subject dat im particularly good at..idk, i guess now's just the right time to work my butt off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m off to bednow.. have to be up in 6 hrs..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112895146794081836?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112895146794081836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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grass..</title><content type='html'>okies.. dat was random.. it was the first thing i saw outside my window.. i must say i have a rather pretty view frm where im sitting.. it looks down into the front lawns and the fountain.. oh and the massive tree which is supposedly the oldest tree here at MLC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of the outdoors.. it is spring now.. d flowers are pretty.. but its still cold..i still wanna go outside tho.. not holed up in here.. i shud be studying.. exams are round d corner and i have another bio test on tues not to mention my world lit thingy to-do.. i hate english so much i'd actually much rather get started on bio den eng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are soo many things in life i want rite now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be smart&lt;br /&gt;to do well for the final exams&lt;br /&gt;to be good at english (despite the fact dat its my first language.. i still suck at it)&lt;br /&gt;to be slim and fit for the summer&lt;br /&gt;a gorgeous bikini dat is all-flattering&lt;br /&gt;to go for the spring races&lt;br /&gt;to have an awesome outfit to wear to the spring races&lt;br /&gt;to be away on holiday in some magical beach paradise&lt;br /&gt;to be on the beach.period.&lt;br /&gt;to be reading an awesome book.not bio&lt;br /&gt;those gold/silver metallic bags dat are so 'in-vogue'&lt;br /&gt;to go for a bath and a shiatsu massage. i might after the exams.&lt;br /&gt;to go for the jamiroquai concert&lt;br /&gt;to go see the lion king&lt;br /&gt;to have more time&lt;br /&gt;to have ppl stop dying frm natural disasters and diseases. (but on the otherhand, with the prob of overpopulation, dat might not be very feasible)&lt;br /&gt;to travel loads someday&lt;br /&gt;to go back to italy&lt;br /&gt;to go back to france&lt;br /&gt;to go to spain&lt;br /&gt;to go to portugal&lt;br /&gt;to visit latin america&lt;br /&gt;to go to new york&lt;br /&gt;to go to L.A&lt;br /&gt;to go to africa&lt;br /&gt;to go to shanghai &amp;amp; bei jing&lt;br /&gt;to go clubbing in all the above destinitions&lt;br /&gt;to get with one male at each of the above destinitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. wishful thinking. i shud stop now.. dis cud go on 4ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112881445597515835?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112881445597515835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112881445597515835' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112881445597515835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112881445597515835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/10/green-green-grass.html' title='the green green grass..'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-112869946586775604</id><published>2005-10-08T01:34:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T01:37:45.883+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;oh.. and in reply to wot cheryl bloged about..yes CHERYL WE ARE NOT GOING PARTNERLESS TO NEXT YEAR'S FORMAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ive decided.. a boyfriend might improve my health. it would be nice. but unfortunately its one of those things dat aint gonna happen. certainly not immediately.not in a friggin GIRL'S school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112869946586775604?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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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-8095524.post-112869776872549057</id><published>2005-10-08T00:53:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T01:09:28.776+10:00</updated><title type='text'>im dumb.. yea..ive long accepted dat</title><content type='html'>god.. im feeling sooo depressed rite now...being a teenager is hard. school is hard. i hate english. it used to be like my best subject.. but no matter how hard i try, my best is just not fucking good enuf.. i shud hav sneaked those champers and beer frm just now..wud probs be feeling a lot better now.. or rather waaay too pissed to care anyways.. but wot do u noe.. i didnt.. thus my horrible depressing wanna jump of a building mood.. okies.. mebe not suicidal.. but yea.. still..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dere are academic awards awarded at the end of the year.. urs truly here reallimight as well not attend.. seeing as i wont be getting any. god dat's a sad sad thought.. now i feel like crying.. i mean studying was the one thing i USED to be remotely okay at.. well not anymore.. at least back when i didnt suck as much, it was okies dat i was fat and ugly and not athletic..well now i just suck at everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fine.. i'll admit it im soo mad at myself.. im soo sick and annoyed at the fact that im so fucking dumb..it just gets old. why couldnt god hav given me sumthin? if not brains, at least some looks.. but i have nuthin to my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the exams are fucking round the corner.. gotta start studying.. i noe where i'll be dis weekend. im soo.. make dat was soo fucking tired.. imagine being on ur feet the whole day frm after skool till 11.00 bloody waitressing..yea.. well it was for CAS..plus i snuck a drink.. arent i good.. just one.. and it was mixed with lemonade.. if oni id had more..:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im gonna go insearch of a sappy movie to watch tonite..im gonna watch it and bawl my eyes out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112869776872549057?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112869776872549057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112869776872549057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112869776872549057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112869776872549057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-dumb-yeaive-long-accepted-dat.html' title='im dumb.. yea..ive long accepted dat'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112841734165887231</id><published>2005-10-04T18:01:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T19:15:41.696+10:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy arse bum i am</title><content type='html'>i hav a bio test tomoro.. i realli shudnt even be blogging.. well den again.. how much can one study in 5 mins?? dinner bell's about to go..so yea.. here i am..procrastinating once again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suck. i promised to study hard and realli kickass dis term.. so far.. not happening..so much for d stupid time table i drew up in the hols.. its oni the second day of skool and im oledi soo demotivated. need to study.. arrghhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i luv bio i luv bio i luv bio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of i &lt;3.. jo got i &lt;3 IB badges done for us.. m soo gonna get one.. dey're oni 50 cents... dey're modelled in the style of i &lt;3 NY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go..bio here i come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112841734165887231?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112841734165887231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112841734165887231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112841734165887231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112841734165887231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/10/lazy-arse-bum-i-am.html' title='lazy arse bum i am'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-112832965284236172</id><published>2005-10-03T16:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T18:54:12.926+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Term 4 Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just got a pair of havvies.. i &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;firstday was pretty uneventful.. nuthin much happened..it was rather quiet actually..i mean.. usually dere's d excitement of the first day back.. cuz.. everyone hasnt seen each other in some time.. yea.. well.. cheryl aint back till next week.. neither is s-mae...she busted her knee.. d last i heard.. oh.. gossip of the mo: alpana was grounded cuz her rents found her ciggies, she snuck out anyways to go to a party.. got caught and is grounded even more.. she also got wonderfuly pissed at the party (as usual) and threw up in someone's car..nat's watching veronic mars and doing her hw at the same time.. i shud start on mine too. after all.. hav got a schedule to follow.. i actualli fully intend to work my butt off dis term.. its such a short term and we realli oni hav about 4 weeks before the exams.. realli wanna do well on these exams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yea... so i guess.. dat's all about wot happened today. oh and im gonna wake up tomoro for a run. if i dont just roll-back to bed again. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div 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couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112826247794350504</id><published>2005-10-03T00:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:14:37.950+10:00</updated><title type='text'>imsonia.. jetlag..watever it is.. i shud be in bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone else i noe is in bed... wish i could get to bed too.. just wanna say dat im back in melb.. not dat anyone cares anyways... d hols was boring... good 3 weeks tho.. i did manage to finish all my hw.. okies.. soo mebe not my world lit thingy.. but hey.. i also did 18 hrs of servce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;god.. dere are soo many things i wanna say rite now.. rite here.. but i guess its not d rite place huh.. i noe it is my blog.. but still...word travels fast.. n i dun wanna hav ppl reading print outs of my blog entries over lunch or break bitching bout me.. so i guess i'll just shut up here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all i can say is sin yi is rite.. stuff changes..dere's no point is making too much of an effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112826247794350504?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112826247794350504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-8095524.post-112788894429758716</id><published>2005-09-28T16:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T16:29:04.306+10:00</updated><title type='text'>diediediediedie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;steph shouldn't be blogging rite now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;steph should be doing her bio essays rite now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;steph is due back in melb dis sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;steph hasnt done anything today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;steph will get off msn &amp; blogspot at 2.30 laptop time. dats another 3 mins...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;steph will do her bio essays and not 'check her email' every 5 mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;steph will use the internet only for educational and research purposes.. not spam other's tag boards and email inboxes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2.29- steph should go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112788894429758716?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112788894429758716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112788894429758716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112788894429758716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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on sun.. it was allrite.. something different but i guess after awhile it was just more of the same stuff.. i reckon im more of a musical with plot kinda person.. tho i must say i was very impressed by the whole drumming-whilst-being-held-up-by-harness-bit..m soo saving up to see Lion King in Melb..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im doomed.. i was supposed to have completed all my holiday reading by now and have gotten half-way thru school work in order to start studying for the bloody finals..grrr.. soo not happening..we're also in the process of moving.. my excuse for now for not doing any work..i've also decided for a fact dat i suck at mths.. m having holiday mths tuition..arul gave me all these STPM log and indices questions to attempt yesterday and could hardly do dem.. yes.. i declare im mths dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and btw, i just received an e mail frm my chinese teacher wanting us to complete 2 essays on top of the other work he set us. i hate technology at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have got me school diary staring me in the face.. here's my to-do list (for lack of anything to blog about):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)eco- read thru section 3.2&lt;br /&gt;     - learn up pn fiscal policy and monetary policy&lt;br /&gt;     - research for Extended essay&lt;br /&gt;2)Eng- 'The wood pile' - SCASI&lt;br /&gt;     - read chekhov's 'cherry orchard'&lt;br /&gt;     - world lit (clearly analyse every scene-organise under theme-       labour&amp;idleness)&lt;br /&gt;3)Bio- 2 Bio essays&lt;br /&gt;     - Revision for test&lt;br /&gt;4)IT - Portfolio 2-research &amp; draft&lt;br /&gt;5)TOK- Oral-write up &amp; powerpoint presentation&lt;br /&gt;6)Mths-HW frm last class&lt;br /&gt;      -50 mcqs on Edukate&lt;br /&gt;7)Chinese-2 effing essays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupz.. shud realli get started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been tagged.. m too lazy to do d stupid meme(d qs we are supp to answer and re-post) wil do it some other time.&lt;div 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couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112668449238659202</id><published>2005-09-14T17:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T17:54:52.416+10:00</updated><title type='text'>so.. i'm home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n things dun seem to be any better then they were since i last left..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mom is pissed off at dad, me and probs just d whole world in general.. i swear dat women is menopausal.. probs bout the right time to be too i guess.. she's going thru d renovation stage.. apparently its d stage women in their 40s are inclined to go thru... n she insists we can move without any boxes.. i mean i lurve da woman n all dat.. but c'mon.. u need to move wif frigging boxes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dad's well.. different.. i swear he's gotten quieter and all dat ever since i left.. seriously.. i noe dey've been disagreeing all too often lately.. m just glad m not home most of d time now..bryan is taller and slimmer.. *muttermuttergrumble* bugger him.. im d fattest in the family.. n soon to be shortest. as Brandon is catching up..meh &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eevil pile of homework lurking around.. shud actually get down to doing the work dat migt actually count.. so far.. ive oni done the chinese homework and the 2 bio pracs..d hse is hot.. dere is no air-cond except in the TV room and the rents room..n d lawn is gone.. (both items to the other house)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;right..gotta go cal up docs for a medical appointment.. did i mention.. we got our aussie pr now.. i wont be paying exorbitant school fees anymore.. wheeee.. (or rather mom n dad:wheeee).. yes.. we are international PR-ians..wot wif the NZ one and now d aussie one (all good things tho..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112668449238659202?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112668449238659202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112668449238659202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112668449238659202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112668449238659202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-im-home.html' title='so.. i&apos;m home'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-112617792947686668</id><published>2005-09-08T20:16:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:19:31.070+10:00</updated><title type='text'>lower tower 4: enter at ur own risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we've rearranged evrythng and it looks great.. nat has moved in and we spent the whole nite camwhoring.. whee... i'llbe on the plane bound for home soon....:D the open plan layout is soo much better now.. dere is soo much floorspace dat we hav space to do cartwheels and jump about.. i also have my naked men wall up.. well.. partially naked anyways..n a whole heap of nonsense..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we voted for the boarding prefects today.. i actually realli realli regret not bothering wif an application now.. oh well.. a tad too late.. but den again.. i was oni dere dis term.. so realli i wudnt have had much of a chance.. quite dissapointed dat i didnt school prefect either.. all the girls who got interviews have been confirmed.. (d ones in the boarding hse) m realli happy of dem.. as dey all deserve it.. but at the same time.. m feeling bit &gt;.&lt;.. but yea.. other den dat.. stuff's allrite i guess.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i feel sooo bad for Mr Upperton.. we spent the whole of eng today sending mass e mails to everyone in class..hav never felt more popular in the whole of my entire life.. i received 143 emails in the space of an hour...it was hilarious realli.. we were supp to be spending time writting up bits of our wrld lit except no one could be bothered.. seeing as it was first period and term is ending.. n in any case it is english..well yea..shaz and the likes of so many of us got busted.. when he walked round n saw our blank word docs.. i think wot gave it a way was when he walked behind jo and one of those lil msg thingys poped up saying: you have 1 new e mail message..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dead giveaway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways.. dun feel like blogging much realli.. below are extracts of our 143 mass emails..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eng class, period 1, 8 sept 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;our class is like the human body&lt;br /&gt;camille and sam are the brains&lt;br /&gt;alpana and wong are the throats (they can never shutup)&lt;br /&gt;zahra, tash, steph, suzie are all just there. somehwere. LostSomewhereDeserted.&lt;br /&gt;michelle, sharon, jess and yi are i really don;'t know&lt;br /&gt;and shaz is just not part of the human body becayse she is too cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;~shaleen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;someone do something right now ~jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;men cant handle tears and period cramps.. cramps are a sure winner..i vote one of us starts doubling over in period cramps pain and we all escort the poor girl down to the health centre together wif sharon hu's about to have a mental breakdown and alpana n tash's coughing fits..~steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I WANT TIC TOCS.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I just want breakfast. All I had to eat this morning was a measly crossaint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. Alpana and I can start a coughing fit. :P ~tash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;You all have to stop it. I can focus while you're all sending these emails.~mille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;how do u know we aren't just typing our essays? ~jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Ummm...Because it's you? ~mille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;crap, has anyone noticed how much he's written already?? ~sharon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;totally BUSTED ~jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;ya hah.. he came behind us and i had like nothing apart frm the title of the 2 books and the authors..dats it.. i swear my laptop's not coming to class anymore..i'll be d next dude left out of the circle ~steph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ACTUALLY&lt;br /&gt;i was not busted&lt;br /&gt;my page was in my non-existent essay&lt;br /&gt;but it was also frozen&lt;br /&gt;sooooo i couldnt move it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoXOXOxoxoXOXOxoxo Love Zee xoxoXOXOxoxoXOXOxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;We have gone a whole 50 mintues just writing emails. GO US!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Make Love Not War!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lüv Suzy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;so that couldnt be subtle enough clearly we werent writing our essay HAHA this is a memory guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;xoxoXOXOxoxoXOXOxoxo Love Zee xoxoXOXOxoxoXOXOxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;so i opened my inbox to 147 new emails. good job. special thanks to shaz and wong for the 90 percent of emails they sent.....WHY IS MY NICKNAME PANSY????????&lt;br /&gt;hmm my real nickname should be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.C.P.I.T.W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an acronym for the coolest person in the world...gee, mr upperton and his acronyms are influencing me. go SCASI!!! AND GUESS WHAT????!?!?!??!?!!? I JUST FINISHED THE PRIDE AND PREJUDICE ONE!!! I AM SO PROUD OF MYSELF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;~alpana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n soo dat's wot we spent the better part&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of eng doing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;n now for the pics we spent the whole night taking..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSCN15662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/200/DSCN1566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nat &amp; i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSCN15672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/200/DSCN1567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nat &amp; i upside down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSCN15502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/200/DSCN15501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSCN1557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/200/DSCN1557.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jumping about in our ample floor space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSCN15461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/200/DSCN15461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sliding down the banisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC00025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/200/DSC00025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my naked man wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112617792947686668?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112617792947686668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112617792947686668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112617792947686668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112617792947686668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/09/lower-tower-4-enter-at-ur-own-risk.html' title='lower tower 4: enter at ur own risk'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112590149632375022</id><published>2005-09-05T16:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T16:30:06.686+10:00</updated><title type='text'>of fanciful frills and vodka &amp; tonics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okies.. i must admit.. i had a pretty good weekend.. well forget the tiny fact dat i didnt get any work done at all.. apart frm the bio pracs and like wot 10 calculus questions last nite.. hey.. it wasnt too bad.. i actually got 8/10 on today's calculus quiz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways.. yes.. spent the weekend at nat's.. woohoo we rock.. her sister was having some farewell thing as she was leaving for china for work n soo nat could bring a friend.. well..yea.. i was dat friend.. but oni becuz ( i suspect anyways.. ) i was probs d oni one amongst the boarders who wud actually be willing to go.. i mean wif like d other girls n stuff.. a slight mention of well.. stuff.. n dey wud be like.. oh no. we cant go.. we're too good and dont get into stuff like dat.. well.. d stuff for one is realli oni like going out and having fun.. okies.. soo we were at this pub like place down in brunswick.. but in any case.. it was realli nice.. nothing more like la bodega or any other bistro in telawi.. besides.. we were wif nat's sis.. hu btw.. realli rox..well.. yea..back to wot i was saying...well some on the other boarders wud just refuse to come.. so hence my invitation.. nat and i were also just discussing den dat if oni everyone else was a bit more fun-loving.. den we'd go places and do stuff together.. i mean.. just 2 of us realli isnt very much.. in any case.. d joint we went too was realli kewl.. inside it was like all dark and dere was dis lil corner which was all moroccon like and nat and i basically just hung dere.. dere were tea-light candles all over the place too.. which reali rocked..hmmm.. yea.. food was good too.. wasnt all dat expensive.. we had 2 mains and a couple of drinks.. and it oni came up to about $15 per person.. oooh.. also learned dat i can easily pass off as 18.. :D wheeeeeee... yea.. went up to the bar and managed to order a vodka and tonic.. n d bartender didnt ask for me ID.. actually m quite proud of meself... we oni had one drink and dat was between the 2 of us.. i noe i noe.. i was trying to be good girl and be disciplined.. the last fiasco wasnt too good.. n besides.. i was staying at nat's place.. i cudnt afford to be.. well.. anyways...so we had a good time..went home after dat.. as her sis actually was staying til much later.. watched the mask and promptly fell asleep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as for sunday.. hehe.. lets just say.. i spent way more den i expected.. went down chapel for a bit of walk..seeing as it was a gorgeous day.. spent like d whole afternoon browsing the shops.. ot d way over-due birthday pressies for elsa n sare and well a whole heap of other stuff.. lets see.. bought two tops cuz i cudnt decide between the 2.. a pair of uber-cool guess? like chunky sunnies.. which i absolutely &lt;3.. and a book frm borders.. u noe one of those realli cheesy chic lit kind.. 'girl's nite in' which i believe someone back home has.. well.. it was either this or atwood's something or other.. seeing as we'd done cat's eye by the same author wtho whole of last term.. decided to gove atwood a rest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whee.. hols..:D... cant wait.. dis week has oni just begun.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112590149632375022?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112590149632375022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112590149632375022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112590149632375022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112590149632375022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/09/of-fanciful-frills-and-vodka-tonics.html' title='of fanciful frills and vodka &amp; tonics'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112566851295663754</id><published>2005-09-02T23:15:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T23:41:53.040+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;thngs just arent going rite right now... i wanna go home.. lets just say i realli wanted to be a hse recorder and yea.. well.. stuf didnt work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate life.life hates me.yes, i noe im being depressing here.. but wtf its my blog n i have a right to be wateva i feel...just now as we were down the street some arses in some car were like cat-calling the girls and calling dem pussy n stuff..as dey swung round urs truly here very kindly gave them the finger.. well lo-and-behold.. someone *i wony mention who* saw it and was like omg i cant belief u just did dat...well i was like those rotten arses deserved it n im still in a horrid frame of mind.. n she was like.. geez man.. still u shudnt have done it.. well im sorri.. but dats just d way i am.. im not gonna let some drunk bastard go round calling me and my girlfriends pussies.. if u hav a prob.. just sod off..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck off world.. leave me alone rite now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112566851295663754?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112566851295663754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112566851295663754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112566851295663754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112566851295663754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/09/thngs-just-arent-going-rite-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112544535507681080</id><published>2005-08-31T09:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T09:42:35.083+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;she gave me an extension till next term!! :D *does victory jig all around room*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;bah.. shudnt have woken up so early.. i did hav a spare after all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112544535507681080?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112544535507681080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112544535507681080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112544535507681080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112544535507681080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/08/she-gave-me-extension-till-next-term-d.html' title=''/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112541639087203033</id><published>2005-08-31T01:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T01:39:50.880+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;okies.. dat's it.. i swear i suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i was all motivated today.. i even missed boarders dance in order to get all my work done.. bah!! so much for dat..monkey balls (dun ask.. m trying to cut down on the swearing)..well.. all was good.. till about 10 pm.. at dat point.. i had my plan all written out.. in fact i e mailed it as well.. but yea.. things didnt move very much more den the plan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;i did compose a very "im a good girl dat does all her work so please give me an exension" e mail to ms scott.. so yea.. right now.. my fate depends on that very e mail..i swear if she doesnt grant me dat extension.. i will be hyperventilating by tomoro.. see.. i realli do suck.. i never used to be soo lazy back home..well.. it was kept to a minimal anyways..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;but yea.. i was d oni one on my table, if not entire mths class dat did all dat mths hw .hah! not dat it makes a diff.. cuz ol pat just goes thru every single qs in class.. waste of bloody time.. bah again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;went on an excursion today..well dat is on tues.. my blog time will probs recrd dis entry as wed..which technically makes dis merdeka day today.. but wait.. we're two hours ahead.. so technically it'll still be tues.. okies.. im getting confused now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;*note to self.. do not blog in the dark at 1.38 am on tues/wed.. whichever day it is..esp not when roomie is fast asleep..n snoring accross the room..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;rite.. will blog properly about the excursion during the right time of day when more sane (eg. during eng.. i hav eng tomoro.. wait.. today.. arrghh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;-plonks head into pillow-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112541639087203033?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112541639087203033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112541639087203033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112541639087203033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112541639087203033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/08/okies.html' title=''/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112538006757569458</id><published>2005-08-30T15:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T15:48:25.500+10:00</updated><title type='text'>FSMism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FSMism-yep dat's flying spaghetti monsterism for you. and i'm a flying spaghetti monsterist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yarr.. u noe.. the whole creation theory versus evolution debate..apparently some skools in the great US of A are wanting to teach the creation theory alongside evolution as part of the science subject.. okies..right dat just soo wudnt work.. dere is no way in hell the creation theory is a science.. i mean teach it by all means.. but it certainly isnt a science.. i mean go teach it under RE or sumthin (for d ppl back home, dat's RE-religious studies).. now i dun mean to be sounding all atheist and everything.. but yea.. the ameericans are just soo stupid at times.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyhoos.. rosie came across dis letter on the net written by some guy poking fun at the kansas board of education and it realli is rather funny.. its saying dat if ur gonna preach creation theory.. well dere isnt just one creation theory.. well.. anyhoos.. his letter just goes on to say dat u noe dere are other forms of creation theory for example FSMism...n for all those who preach it.. it is imperative that they wear the garments of His choice- aye, a pirate's outfit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here are some pics.. shamelessly lifted of Bobby Henderson, concerned citizens site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/shirt100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/shirt100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/shirt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/shirt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/shirt4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/shirt5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/shirt5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.venganza.org/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.venganza.org/&lt;/a&gt; -&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; more on his noodly appendage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112538006757569458?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112538006757569458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112538006757569458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112538006757569458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112538006757569458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/08/fsmism.html' title='FSMism'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112506433577227853</id><published>2005-08-26T23:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T00:33:59.453+10:00</updated><title type='text'>'Anything Goes'</title><content type='html'>'...filthy money no buy chinese honour' '5000 pounds' 'chinese honour sold!' those are probs my favouritest lines in the musical...the musical went well.. loadsa comments that it was good n stuff.. but i dunno.. somehow for me.. the second nite wasnt as good as the first...well..probs due to the fact that i was sick and cudnt sing any of d songs..but anyhoo.. d energy levels sure as hell weren't as good as the ones during some of the rehersals...but yea.. all in all.. both performances were pretty good..well.. dey better be..considering we've been working at it since last term...but den again.. with the size of the production.. dat was indeed called for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.. hav got massive break outs due to all dat stage makeup.. n believe me.. this is true stage make up..u pack it on and it makes u feel like such a tart...oooh.. received a bar of cadbury choc frm sophie as a pressie for doing her make up during both the rehersals and on both the show nites...also received a rose frm the 12s and another flower (dunno its name) frm school.. fancy dat.. d school gave all 150 cast members flowers before our first performance.. i must say it is rather thoughtful and of cost smart of ms duncan to have buttered us up like dat...esp after the whole pep talk.. n yea.. seeing as she did hav to redeem herself in the eyes of many.. thank god not me..for being horrid to dem(or so i hear) during rehersals n stuff... m sure gonna miss all those poker sessions wif the girls.. the thing wif this sorta thing is u do get close to the other kids in the production.. i felt the same wif when we did PAF.. but of course PAF had far less rehersals.. but den again.. 'Anything Goes' was massive...i must say i particularly like the set..altho i never got to run around on the top platform :( .. yes fancy dat.. we actually had a ship (well part of a ship) on stage that had a top platform dat was the deck and doors leading onto front of stage n stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. enuf bout anything goes..all i can say is.. it has been good n i am glad its over cuz it has been quite taxing and yea.. now dat im feeling rotten n stuff.. oh i just wanted to say.. god i wish the 'rents were more like nishi's 'rents.. esp dad.. "ur going out too much..." for christ sakes.. this is oni to nat's place over the weekend.. n its oni the second time ive slept over at anyone's dis whole term... god dey can be soo fake..i noe sangi's 'rents for a fact have given her ongoing comf.. n dat's to go any bloody where she wants.. sheesh.. see the thing is if i were given the same amount of freedom.. i wudnt be well.. meh &gt;.&lt; &lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC00034%28scaled%20dwn%291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bonnie's girls, a swimsuit model and a sailor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC00057(scaled%20dwn)1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC00057%28scaled%20dwn%291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The 'paris hilton'-poker players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC00056(scaled%20dwn)1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC00056%28scaled%20dwn%291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all guilty-poker players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC00031(scaled%20dwn).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC00031%28scaled%20dwn%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; soph (in background) kate &amp; alpana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC00029(scaled%20dwn)1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC00029%28scaled%20dwn%291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr G-our captain..to think i mistook him&lt;br /&gt;for some hot sailor..well it was frm the back.. &gt;.&lt; *cringe* &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC00024(scaled%20dwn)4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC00024%28scaled%20dwn%294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bonnie's girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC00026(scaled%20dwn)2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC00026%28scaled%20dwn%292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; betting on M&amp;amp;Ms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC00020(scaled%20dwn)3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC00020%28scaled%20dwn%293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tash &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC00019(scaled%20dwn)3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC00019%28scaled%20dwn%293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC00018(scaled%20dwn)3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC00018%28scaled%20dwn%293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC00018(scaled%20dwn)2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112506433577227853?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112506433577227853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112506433577227853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112506433577227853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112506433577227853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/08/anything-goes.html' title='&apos;Anything Goes&apos;'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112489750334682153</id><published>2005-08-25T01:21:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:32:17.876+10:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings @ 1.33 am</title><content type='html'>righty..just checking in to say dat in less than 24 hrs, anything goes will be all over... booo...i quite enjoyed it.. today's show was good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawns* will give a proper account soon.. when im actually awake and hav got all the pics on my laptop.. man.. had the longest talk wif ngaree tonite.. i lurve her to bits and all dat.. but sumtimes it just gets a bit boring.. seeing as all i do is listen..oh well.. such is life.. gotta put up wif stuff like dat i guess.. when one's in boarding and is trying to get along with 96 other hormonal teenage girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god.. i feel sick..went without dinner and ate m&amp;amp;ms dat have been fingered by everyone on top of 2 glasses of wine on an empty stomach...meh &gt;.&lt; .. wil not do dat again...ooh.. party next weekend.. looking forward to dat..nat's sis farewell.. she's bringing me along cuz she doesnt want to feel awkward..well.. m not complaining..dey're an older crowd.. it shud be good...staying over at her place after...owh..comf..arrghh..hope its allrte wif the 'rents... man..extended essay.. m soo fucked for the data and shit..why oh why cant i think of sumthin better to do.. glad he didnt pick on my topic today..arrghh..iT notes, eco notes..meh&gt;.&lt; too lte to do anything now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112489750334682153?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112489750334682153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112489750334682153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112489750334682153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112489750334682153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/08/ramblings-133-am.html' title='ramblings @ 1.33 am'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112478992457875074</id><published>2005-08-23T19:29:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T19:38:44.580+10:00</updated><title type='text'>say aye if u think im spunky</title><content type='html'>we had the first run of 'anything goes' today wif a proper audience.. our audience realli sucked tho.. i dunno... it doesnt feel any different after all dat work and the rehersals.. like dere's no sense of accomplishment or anythin...according to ngaree.. today's performance was a bit of a let down.. apparently the weekend dress rehersals went alot better...alex wasnt as good today many ppl reckon.. which is true.. she does have her ups and downs.. unlike emily or ellen who are always soo consistent..i &lt;3 emily!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all i have had a good time.. even tho i complain soo much n say how much i hate it.. well i wudnt realli trade dis experience for another.. have had fun kelehfehing (as sarah puts it) and just hanging around playing cards in BJ between scenes...hav actually learned how to play poker (yes, dats real poker  guys)..mastered speed, learned how to play bluff properly and countless other games.. i &lt;3 poker too!!! thnx kate for all the skittles.. poker's fun esp when u start betting wif lollies.. dey're yummy and the winner gets a good lollie stash...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. another 2 performances and dats d end of it.. pics will be up soon.. i quite like our sailor outfits..altho the pants make me look daggy..its an even funnier sight when u see a whole bunch of sailors playing poker and using their sailor' s hat as the kitty holder..&lt;div 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couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112453828573294582</id><published>2005-08-20T21:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T21:44:45.740+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i luuurveeee my mommy... i lurrrve her soo much.. my extended essay probs are solved.. i actually have an idea about wot im gonna start writting.. dis is sooo goooddd...sam is awesome.. she is such an easy person to talk to.. spent like 2 hrs in her room just yakking wif her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee.. m off to do hw now...* bounces away*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-8095524.post-112452457324351438</id><published>2005-08-20T17:44:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T15:42:13.206+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im a in reali pissy mood.. so dun mind me while i bitch.. if ur in an awesome lil bubble of joy and dun want ur day ruined.. skip dis post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything goes is fucking pissing me off.. its taking up waaay too much time.. its all fun and everything n i did win loadsa skittles today (we played poker.. i finally learned how to play the real thing)..but its still taking up the whole weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of dat.. u hav fucking die hards who sing the fucking song at every moment dey get.. its soo frigging annoying.. dun dey bloody get it...like being in the play isnt enuf.. n den u also hav ppl like *iwontmentionnamesherecuzinoesomepplhureadmyblogwontbe&lt;br /&gt;veryhappyormightratonme* hu does the frigging tap dance at the fucking dinner table.. okies.. dats just waaay too much.. n this person is also sooo loud and geez.. sometimes i just cant take it...bottom line.. she thinks she's too perfect, too good, too sweet, too innocent for her own fucking good...i dun give a damn if ur all of the above and im not.. but at least just piss off and shut up frm time to time...dere are also hypocrites amongst us...if ur all goody and everythin.. why is it when u noe someone's in trouble or is well, experiencing probs.. why d hell do u breach dat person's confidence in u and privacy and tell other random ppl.. dats just soo wrong.. fine tell by all means.. but dun just moan about it and do nothing about it.. some friend u are..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuckfuckfuckfuck...i hav soo much work dis weekend.. i realli shud go get started... im am such an angry person.. hav no idea wot d hell is wrong wif me.. m realli realli craving a ciggie now.. great the second day in a row.. just fucking great.. piss of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112452457324351438?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112452457324351438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112452457324351438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112452457324351438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112452457324351438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-in-reali-pissy-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112445568431598741</id><published>2005-08-19T22:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T22:48:04.323+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the world is fucking pissing me off.. she's sweet and everythin.. n i lurve her soo much.. but tonite she just wasnt a very good host..which i think was very nice.. went to d trouble of getting her a massage frm perse.. n she looked at it said thnx and chucked it to one side..i shudnt be taking it out on her.. but aaarrrghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at times like dis i wished i smoke.. i soooooo crave a ciggie rite now.. mind u i hav never smoked in my entire life.. but reading "one day in a life of ivan denisovitch" is making me crave one soo bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrggghhhh.. fucking anything goes.. fucking rehersals.. fucking extended essay fucking everything!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna run now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112445568431598741?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112445568431598741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112445568431598741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112445568431598741'/><link rel='self' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; daphy and moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC0002(scaled%20dwn).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC0002%28scaled%20dwn%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sammy, sare and i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC00011(scaled%20dwn).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC00011%28scaled%20dwn%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC00009(scaled%20dwn).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC00009%28scaled%20dwn%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/1600/DSC00019(scaled%20dwn).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4022/532/320/DSC00019%28scaled%20dwn%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; soph, s-mae, ngaree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112416947104853509?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112416947104853509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112416947104853509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112416947104853509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112416947104853509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/08/formal-pics.html' title='formal pics..'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095524.post-112401322515699285</id><published>2005-08-14T19:36:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:38:05.726+10:00</updated><title type='text'>of slumbers parties and lion king movies</title><content type='html'>hell yea.. we did any of dat last nite...:D last nite's formal totally rocked... its too long to go into details.. so here's just a basic outline..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food was good..three course meal.. altho u cud actually count the number of pasta bits in the entre.. i quote some random dude : " check dis out.. my whole meal on a fork"...my pics suck.. so im not even gonna attampt to say anything.. just dat i looked horrid in all of dem.. as u do.. discovered the most awesome thing to get high on.. helium!!! dey are soo good n soo addictive.. makes ur voice go all high and squeaky...:P some arse groped my ass..talk about irony..at one stage was surrounded by like 5 scotchies on the dance floor..t'was creepy..but yea.. fun :) all in all the formal itself was good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.. okies.. shud go pick up my laundry and go to bed.. anything goes seemed to go on forever today.. mebe cuz it did...anyhoos.. stupid eng commentary due tomoro.. will be uo early doing dat..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112401322515699285?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112401322515699285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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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-8095524.post-112375538420872491</id><published>2005-08-11T20:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T20:16:24.216+10:00</updated><title type='text'>do not procrastinate..</title><content type='html'>wot utter and complete bullshit..spesh made a 'do not procrastinate' sign n stuck it in front of my desk a couple of days ago... it has failed to wrk/motivate frm the first hour its been up dere..blogs are by far the worst inventions.. ever.. dey present any unsuspecting teen wif the perfect oppurtunity to procrastinate *coughispeakfrmexperiencecoug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways.. enuf about dat.. had a pretty good day today...woke up early to do prep for the commentary we had to write in class today.. turned out mr upperton cudnt make it.. if oni he had e mailed earlier. oh well.. den again im not complainin.. mind u.. not having eng is a very good thing.. i hate commentaries...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a result of waking up early.. *drummroll pls*.. i also managed to bag 2 mags.. d latest time and marie claire.. which incidentally comes with free dior mascara..woohoo.. free DIOR mascara. go me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhows.. shud realli be studyin for tomoro's mths test..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;formal's dis weekend.. cant wait!!! AP here i come..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112375538420872491?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112375538420872491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112375538420872491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112375538420872491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112375538420872491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/08/do-not-procrastinate.html' title='do not procrastinate..'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112358059493749334</id><published>2005-08-09T19:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T19:43:14.943+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fuckin hell!!! cant even do me extended essay in art.. how fucking stupid is dat??? arrrghhhh...just becuz i dun do it as a subject...the bloody IBO guidelines says it is acceptable to to do it in a subject the student isnt studying.. mLC is fucked up!! wif their effing policies and all sorts of shit!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was late for skool dis morning.. woke up at bloody 9 o clock.. prefect statement of intention due tomoro.. arrghh..hav no idea wot the hell to say.. dun even think i will get selected or anythin. seein as im soo bloody unknown.. but i wud lurrve for a portfolio of some sort...sigh.. if oni..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soo much hw..*moans*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112358059493749334?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112358059493749334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112358059493749334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112358059493749334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112358059493749334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/08/fuckin-hell-cant-even-do-me-extended.html' title=''/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112348167852525379</id><published>2005-08-08T16:05:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T16:14:38.533+10:00</updated><title type='text'>famine survivor!!!</title><content type='html'>woohoo!!! go me!!! i actually lasted 40 hrs without food.. must say.. i almost didnt.. last nite was soo bad..stomach hurt soo bad dat i cud barely sleep.. now i really do noe wot it feels like to go hungry.. not onli is it tiring but utterly miserable too..was soo very tempted to do a celebratory jig at 12 just now..but cudnt.. was in eco class.. i satisfied myself instead wif having my first meal in 40 hrs..yes.. had a cup of soup staring me in the face for the first half of economics.. daring me to drink it before 12..hah!! i was strong...m actually quite proud of me.. i usually hav lke 0 will power.. dis is truly a great feat :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also managed to do my mthsportfolio in a day.. altho it shudnt be sumthin to be proud of.. but hah! i proved sarah mae wrong.. in fact i finished it in like half the time she did it.. considering she started on like wed or sumthin.. n was working on it consistently for a couple of nites till she fell sick..poor kid.. in any case she has an extension...was realli rushing to get it printed.. in fact was late for class.. n i dun think laura's very happy wif me either.. made her late for her legal class too.. i feel realli bad.. but i did give it to her to be printed b4 recess and i emailed it to her lst nite.. oh wellz.. at least its in colour.. n the bloody graphs which took ages to do can be seen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'masurvivori'masurvivor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112348167852525379?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112348167852525379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112348167852525379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112348167852525379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112348167852525379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/08/famine-survivor.html' title='famine survivor!!!'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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-8095524.post-112337542542855476</id><published>2005-08-07T10:39:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T10:43:45.436+10:00</updated><title type='text'>25 hrs and 4 more Qs..</title><content type='html'>15 hrs and counting... still nother 25 to go.. yups.. m doing he 40 hr famine dis yr.. started at 8 last nite and will be ending at 12 tomoro..yes..ppl.. I am on a full-on juice and water diet for the next 25 hrs...now.. if oni i can get some sponsors.. dat wud realli help...as far as im going.. it seems allrite.. but den again dat's cause i slept for the better part of the past 15 hrs..we'll see at the end of the day...tash wud be finishing her today by noon.. go tash!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh&gt;.&lt; stupid mths portfolios.. hate em wif a vengence.. wish id started earlier.. gah.. oh well.. tis wot i always say anyways..half way through it...4 more Qs to go...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8095524-112337542542855476?l=chicspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/112337542542855476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8095524&amp;postID=112337542542855476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112337542542855476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8095524/posts/default/112337542542855476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicspeak.blogspot.com/2005/08/25-hrs-and-4-more-qs.html' title='25 hrs and 4 more Qs..'/><author><name>amoureux de haute couture</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04830588399363305813</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>
