<?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-6055236</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:48:34.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange October</title><subtitle type='html'>about me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://orange-october.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6055236/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-october.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196104122981425571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6055236.post-106898849359867617</id><published>2003-11-16T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T05:14:55.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After the morning service, I skipped Sunday School to go out. No way was I going to stay just to play games like "Blow wind Blow" and stuff like that. They should have told us earlier that there wouldn't be lessons today! Just before they started, Pam, Sher and I brisked-walked out of the sanctuary, and played with somebody's Westie puppy as Sher phoned her mum. Waiting for the two of them to get ready, I realised we were not the only ones with the same intentions. Pam's sis and her friend, as well as two other girls, left the church as well. Obviously, we were not the only ones to dread the games. When we finally left and reached the mrt, we were packed into the carriage. Just in front of us were two young girls, who had obviously tried very very hard to look like Jap babes or whatever. One of them was wearing a spaghetti striped netted top (think lacy tablecloth), some very colourful, very striped skirt with a very large buckle belt, boots, a ring attached to a bracelet, enormous dangly earings, multiple earings, body glitter, make up, a tattoo or something like that on her calf and fake hair. Talk about exaggeration! The other was wearing a sleeveless top and white pants with a stupid chain  that looked like it was weighing her down. By the way, they were barely developed, if you know what I mean. (think "airport runway" like Sher said) They looked about P6, if you ask me. Puh-leeze, what's the point of dressing like that? So they can look more "mature" before entering sec school? So that they can get a boyfriend (an Ah Beng) that they can boast to their new friends about? If this is what 12 year olds are behaving like nowadays, I really dread to think what the next generation would be like. (ewwww)&lt;br /&gt;OKay anyway, after we finally alighted at Bugis, we went to eat at MOS burger. Everything there is so exp! But nice! I bought the Ebi rice burger, and finally tried my friend's Unagi rice burger, and it's nice!!! After that, we walked back to buy Tacho Paichi, but I had no mood to eat anymore, so I just watched my two glutton friends eat...hehe, just kidding! Then we looked around at earings and slippers in the booths beside the food court. After a very looong time, Pam and I decided on a pair of dog-shaped dangly earrings as Sher phoned her mum and called her to come since she had no money. After she came, Pam and I walked around for a bit, and saw the two girls from our church who had also left. We then went to find her sister and her friend after she called and realised they were also at Bugis. Talk about coincidence! When we arrived at Pretty in Tokyo, they had just finished taking neoprints, but we decided to take another one with them. To cut cost.  &lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to Zed and Zee, P.O.A etc. I ended up not buying anything except a cinaroll, and Pam &amp; sis bought a crepe. Then, we went home. &lt;br /&gt;~The End~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6055236-106898849359867617?l=orange-october.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6055236/posts/default/106898849359867617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6055236/posts/default/106898849359867617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://orange-october.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106898849359867617' title=''/><author><name>elaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00196104122981425571</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6055236.post-106897873201951370</id><published>2003-11-16T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T03:28:15.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A new year...(well, almost) A new blog...I just didn't feel like writing in that old blog any longer, since it was stagnant for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just decided I'm not going to waste my hols away any longer. This holiday is already quite packed, and at the rate I'm going, I'll probably not get anything done by the time school reopens! That's fine by me, if not for the fact that there are 2 tests (Chem, Bio) on the first week, and maths and physics on the second. I really need to buck up for my A Maths. My tuition teacher was very disappointed in my results after I finally plucked up my nerve to tell her. Well, I guess I can't improve my maths unless I grow to like it, though that's really the hardest part! I'm gonna devote my holiday to A Maths Amaths and...Amaths! (puke!) It doesn't help that we have a five-hundred page classic chinese book to read and be tested on after school reopens. Talk about a waste of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really hope that the holiday-intensive guitar course I signed up for will be fun! I'm really looking forward to the band camp, facilitating at the east coast camp and the yet-to-be-confirmed section outing! This shows just how fantastically interesting my holiday life is. Well, planning the camp booklet was fun! So glad to be working with Yingyi and Syarah! Thank God that Yingyi already did a camp booklet before, and Syarah has such fabulous ideas! Too bad Syarah can't go for the camp. I think it'll be fun! Or maybe that's just because I don't have to be in a group. I hope the games and movie will be nice! The highlight of the camp, for me anyway, is the NIGHT GAMES!!!!! And this time, I'll be the one scaring people, not getting scared! (I hope)&lt;br /&gt;My group (of slackers) will be doing our Lit project tomorrow. I sure hope that we'll be able to do WORK and quickly get it over with. There's just one problem. We don't know just what we have to do!!! Gotta remember to ask Alicia the 3H Lit rep tmr, 'cause Lynn sure doesn't have an inkling what the project is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...tomorrow will be a band prac day again. Guess what, my friend from Tk told me a rather reliable way to decipher Her mood. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;Hard Rock Cafe T-shirt: Generally not very good&lt;br /&gt;Black Hard Rock Cafe T-shirt: Very Bad. She'll usually test people and come to combined with a black face.&lt;br /&gt;Dress: Generally not bad.&lt;br /&gt;Some green dress with flowers: VERY GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got so far, wonder if it's really true. UNfortunately, it seems like she usually comes in Hard Rock Cafe T-shirts! 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