<?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-7844155</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:21:04.758+07:00</updated><title type='text'>We rule. You fool.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amyleen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017402707770489461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/heart_manymanythings.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844155.post-109690012770665904</id><published>2004-10-04T22:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T21:28:47.706+07:00</updated><title type='text'>L// OMGLMAOFINALLY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YES EVERYONE. YOUR LONG AWAITED DAMNED POST.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bow down and worship me already you idiots. It's exams next week and I'm still updating this damn site, so you should really appreciate that. HAH. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's escapade! Me and Amirah aaaaare..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Fish Sisters!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at least I &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; we're called the fish sisters, either that or &lt;em&gt;Fish Friends&lt;/em&gt; or something. I forgot. But the point is, we've been doing sucking and blowing fish noises and fish mouth actions which are pretty damn funny. And Najwa joined in as well during English class, and we annoyed the hell out of Nicole 'cos we kept doing fish faces in front of her while we were ALL trying to do the PMR 2003 assessment thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. That's all. Barmy, so it's Amirah's turn next. Don't nag me for posts now, I did my duty. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844155-109690012770665904?l=amy-leen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/feeds/109690012770665904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844155&amp;postID=109690012770665904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109690012770665904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109690012770665904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/2004/10/l-omglmaofinally.html' title='L// OMGLMAOFINALLY.'/><author><name>amyleen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017402707770489461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/heart_manymanythings.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844155.post-109455435951177715</id><published>2004-09-07T17:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T17:52:39.510+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A// Grin and bear it!</title><content type='html'>Today's post isn't long - just a mini-rant, like Lauranne's previous post. I was promoted to 3rd floor staircase duty today; as Nadhira finally realised how &lt;strong&gt;pathetic&lt;/strong&gt; my duty post is. -_- Halfway during lunch, I was moved to the 3rd floor staircase and kacau-ed Ms Susan for a while about my English project. Later when I went out (finally remembering I had duty) lunch already ended. So I teman-ed Lauranne outside the staff room, just looking at people pass us. She suddenly smiled so &lt;em&gt;fake&lt;/em&gt;-ly (LOL) she asked me to join her. So I did. We smiled as wide as possible; as &lt;strong&gt;fake &lt;/strong&gt;as possible; and as long as we could. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you had actually taken &lt;em&gt;notice &lt;/em&gt;of us, you would have realised two prefects just smiling freakishly at you, looking like retards. We also began talking, while smiling and it hurt more. So, the results were &lt;strong&gt;cheek aches&lt;/strong&gt;. At that period of time, I &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;wanted to smile, everrr - &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special happened during English, as I was in the library discussing the Genting trip with other Lost &amp; Found prefects, and Lauranne was doing her Editorial Board stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amirahaniskhair]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844155-109455435951177715?l=amy-leen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/feeds/109455435951177715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844155&amp;postID=109455435951177715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109455435951177715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109455435951177715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/2004/09/grin-and-bear-it.html' title='A// Grin and bear it!'/><author><name>amyleen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017402707770489461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/heart_manymanythings.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844155.post-109446235208937945</id><published>2004-09-06T17:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T16:19:12.090+07:00</updated><title type='text'>L//HEH your ass, misturrr.</title><content type='html'>Today's gila rant doesn't take that much time, in fact it was just a minor rampage. :&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking down the corridor right after English lessons with Amirah, then she suddenly starting going"Heh!". So I was Okay, play along. I played along with her, constantly arguing with her. Our conversations sounded like this:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amirah&lt;/strong&gt;: Heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lauranne&lt;/strong&gt;: Heh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amirah&lt;/strong&gt;: Heh heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lauranne&lt;/strong&gt;: HEH HEH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amirah&lt;/strong&gt;: Heh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on and so forth. It made us laugh along the way, and in the end we got too tired to continue so we shut up. LOL :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.. So you can go blah now. Tata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-lauranne&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844155-109446235208937945?l=amy-leen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/feeds/109446235208937945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844155&amp;postID=109446235208937945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109446235208937945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109446235208937945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/2004/09/lheh-your-ass-misturrr.html' title='L//HEH your ass, misturrr.'/><author><name>amyleen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017402707770489461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/heart_manymanythings.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844155.post-109419856265331529</id><published>2004-09-03T14:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T15:05:29.903+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A// We're back. w00t.</title><content type='html'>Firstly, I'd like to say - &lt;strong&gt;amyleen* Inc. &lt;/strong&gt;is back up and running! Now all we need are our english lessons to mess up. :D I'm sorry I didn't update yesterday as I was too caught up in my *cough*&lt;em&gt;english&lt;/em&gt;*cough* manual that was done last-minute. *eheh* SO ANYHOO! Yesterday, &lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;English, met up with Lauleen infront of the toilet and then I suddenly started swinging my arms back and forth like the freestyle stroke - except with more energy and went, "HI LAULEEEEEEEEN!" and she did the same and said, "HI AMIRAAAAAAAAAH!" and we both went into the toilet - still swinging our arms - and made people say hi to us in - oh yah, we named it the &lt;strong&gt;Hula Wave &lt;/strong&gt;(as it's similiar to our &lt;em&gt;Hula Run&lt;/em&gt;) and would not stop swinging our arms until the people we said hi to responded &lt;em&gt;with &lt;/em&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;Hula Wave&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to have great fun prodding people to join us. w00t. Also, both of us joined the &lt;strong&gt;Mongo&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;3fanlisting, and the amount of fans are just &lt;u&gt;pathetic&lt;/u&gt; so please, please, &lt;strong&gt;please&lt;/strong&gt; join it! He's fuckin' adorable and the way he throws his buttons (&lt;u&gt;purple gumdrops)&lt;/u&gt; at the evil knights in attempt of killing them are just &lt;strong&gt;CUTE&lt;/strong&gt;. JOIN JOIN JOIN! :D The link is here:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/giantmongo" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img title="i&lt;3mongo" alt="Mongo" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/a_my_rah/001_50x50.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Doesn't that smile just make you want to go join? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OH! And we had a prefect's meeting outside the library during break today. Ms. Hariet started talking about the Prefect's Camp, and divided the whole lot of us into two sections:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Haven't payed but still going/Not going&lt;br /&gt;2) Payed and going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and Lauleen belonged to section 1 as we haven't payed but we're still going. &lt;em&gt;However&lt;/em&gt;, we were one of the very few people who have intentions on going to the camp in section 1 so we thought we belonged in section 2. So in the middle of Ms. Hariet's lecture about our personality and responsiblity and blax3, we thought it was best to run like idiots to section 2. Then Nadhira and Jehan asked us, "Oh, so you payed already?" Then me and Lauleen start to explain but they cut us off and tell us that section 1 is still for people who haven't payed but still going, so we &lt;strong&gt;run back like dungus&lt;/strong&gt; and everyone starts laughing. LMAO. We acted like idiots. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I &lt;em&gt;think &lt;/em&gt;that's about it. But if I remember anything, or if Lauleen reminds me anything I didn't post, I shall update it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amirahaniskhair]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844155-109419856265331529?l=amy-leen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/feeds/109419856265331529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844155&amp;postID=109419856265331529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109419856265331529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109419856265331529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/2004/09/were-back-w00t.html' title='A// We&apos;re back. w00t.'/><author><name>amyleen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017402707770489461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/heart_manymanythings.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844155.post-109264688312532959</id><published>2004-08-16T16:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T16:01:23.126+07:00</updated><title type='text'>L//Hiatus.</title><content type='html'>Lauranne here. I am very sad to announce that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;amyleen*Inc.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will be down for hiatus for &lt;em&gt;two whole weeks&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;strong&gt;this whole week&lt;/strong&gt;, the authors ( me and Amirah ) will be having our Finals 1 which will literally take all our free time, and therefore creation of any mischief whatsoever is not near possible. And from &lt;strong&gt;this Saturday onwards&lt;/strong&gt;, we will be hacing our &lt;strong&gt;holidays&lt;/strong&gt; which will last for at least a week. So unless we meet up on purpose to create mayhem which I will guarantee you we will not (being the lazy asses we are), there won't be any funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. Goodbye, farewell. 2 more weeks and you shall see us come up with bright exciting new antics for everyone to laugh and giggle at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-lauranne&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844155-109264688312532959?l=amy-leen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/feeds/109264688312532959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844155&amp;postID=109264688312532959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109264688312532959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109264688312532959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/2004/08/lhiatus.html' title='L//Hiatus.'/><author><name>amyleen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017402707770489461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/heart_manymanythings.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844155.post-109239042135353771</id><published>2004-08-13T17:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T16:47:01.353+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A// Locking people in the IT Room.</title><content type='html'>so, today's rant is set during &lt;strong&gt;break&lt;/strong&gt;. :D najwa went to see the security guards to see the surveillance cameras to see if we could spot the theif, but alas no. so anyway, she sent lauleen to her duty place to tell the duty-checkers that she was away for crucial reasons. so, me and nicole went to teman her. there, she took my mango jelly and finished eating it, and started fiddling with the plastic spoon. and since najwa's spot was near the IT Room filled with buncha technicians and people and loads of computers, we started feeling curious.. what the hell happens in there anyway? so we started talking bout the weirdness of *&lt;em&gt;ahem ahem&lt;/em&gt;* (one of the technicians) and so lauleen went on a rage and started cursing the IT Room.  lolness. then, she saw one of those locks where you have to put the lock (mangga) to, erm, secure it. so brilliant lauleen said, "let's lock them in.. WITH THE PLASTIC SPOON!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing.. till she actually did it. she inserted the spoon into the hole to secure it. and then &lt;em&gt;miraculously&lt;/em&gt; at that very moment, someone tried to get out. O.O the knob was turning vigurously, and we panicked. so we did the first thing our instincts instructed us to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We RAN&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like idiots to the library. we start laughing in some crazy fit, and calm down. then, we see through the other IT Labs that the knob is still turning. so we decided to be the good Samaritans we were and decided to take out the spoon. So, lauleen went to the IT Room place and was inching closer and closer towards the door with the turning knob. lauleen - brave as ever - then took out the spoon and ran as fast as she could, but as soon as the man was fully outside the room, she stopped in her tracks and acted as if she was looking for someone. she then met up with me and nicole and we started walking as fast as we could to class. and as i turned around to sneak a peek, i saw the guy stopping a few passer-bys asking whether they saw anyone locking the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are rebels. *MWAHAHAHHAHAA* haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, from that fiaso we head to class and i teman lauleen to edison. there, she shows isa &lt;strong&gt;yam &lt;/strong&gt;and he leaves. then, she refused to give me back my lunch bag. so she keeps it and we start talking in a new lingo - &lt;strong&gt;Mah Homieezzzz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we borrowed this from a funny clip lauleen sent me ages ago. it was about this japanese cashier who refuses to give this little black boy his nonexistent change and this somehow leads to racism. good funny shit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, yi tang comes into the scene wanting to go to his seat, lauleen starts shouting, "GO HOOOOME BOY, HOOOOME!" and then yi tang plays along and acts all blur. so lauleen sticks to the slang, but start yelling at him in mandarin. and then malay. finally he goes "home". and then me and her fight to grab my lunch bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;AH NEED MAH LUNCH BAG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lauleen: &lt;/strong&gt;YOOH DON NEED YOUR LUNCH BAG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;YES AH DO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this continues until we see puan eda coming into the classroom and lauleen suddenly hushes and says, "you do need your lunch bag" and i mutter "yeah" and scoot out of the classroom with it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;zwwwwkskskwkkwkkk&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward to after-skool. :) me, vishal, and najwa go to a&amp;w for lunch. we came back. and as soon as lauleen and nicole sees the a&amp;amp;w bag najwa's carrying they chase after her in some sort of mad frenzy. they finally settle down. and as najwa butters her waffle, everyone digs in like crazy (including me, ashleigh and fiona). then, we got bored so went to the hall. we were so bored, we decided to re-act our very own war scene. we took the microphone stands that the pantomime poeple used for &lt;em&gt;their &lt;/em&gt;war scene (as guns/rifles) and start screaming and running around stage. half of us ambushes the other half with the guns, and the ambushed goes backstage and comes back with bazookas. or shields. (&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;chairs&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) so we blast them, they blast us, it was pure fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE &lt;/strong&gt;(3) gila antics happened today and guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's Friday the 13th! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy life to the max, while you still can. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amirahaniskhair]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844155-109239042135353771?l=amy-leen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/feeds/109239042135353771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844155&amp;postID=109239042135353771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109239042135353771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109239042135353771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/2004/08/locking-people-in-it-room.html' title='A// Locking people in the IT Room.'/><author><name>amyleen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017402707770489461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/heart_manymanythings.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844155.post-109230087765323629</id><published>2004-08-12T16:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T15:57:17.690+07:00</updated><title type='text'>L//Muahaha.</title><content type='html'>Today's Lauranne's turn to blog! So anyway, here's what happened today during English. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Susan came in as usual and so I poked fun at her while waiting for Amirah and Najwa to come. Then later when they all came, Ms Susan told us all to settle down and she gave us &lt;strong&gt;Form 4 comprehension worksheets&lt;/strong&gt;. We were all &lt;strong&gt;O.O&lt;/strong&gt; since it was Form 4 work dammit, and we're two years behind time. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before we started doing the worksheet, I was banging on Douglas' table 'cos it was so bumpyish, so I banged banged banged till Ms Susan went &lt;strong&gt;SHHH&lt;/strong&gt;. Then I told Amirah about it, so we got the giggle fits again and I started banging the table again. Then Vishal came over, bumped me on the head, Ms Susan started yelling for him again so he went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOHOHO. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so after that silly fiasco, me and Amirah took &lt;strong&gt;Yam&lt;/strong&gt; out, and &lt;strong&gt;Sausage&lt;/strong&gt; couldn't make it 'cos he was in the hospital. (WELL, actually I forgot to bring him but that's another story. Cough.) So we intoduced Yam a new friend 'cos he was so lonely, and it was &lt;strong&gt;Yvonne the Gelstick pen&lt;/strong&gt;. Yvonne was an extremely blurcase pen, and she had constant fits of amnesia which drove Yam up the ding dong wall at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, they played hide and seek! And despite Yvonne's blurness she managed to lead Yam to find his head. Well done Yvonne! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are pictures of Yvonne and Yam. Pics of Sausage will be posted when he's allowed to get out of the hospital. (when I find him, that is. :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/yam.png" /&gt; This is Yam the Purple Bear. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/yvonne.png" /&gt; This is Yvonne the Gelstick pen. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/yamdetached.png" /&gt; A silly shot of Yam with his detached head. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely stuff. Tata and goodbye kiddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-lauranne&lt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844155-109230087765323629?l=amy-leen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/feeds/109230087765323629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844155&amp;postID=109230087765323629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109230087765323629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109230087765323629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/2004/08/lmuahaha.html' title='L//Muahaha.'/><author><name>amyleen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017402707770489461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/heart_manymanythings.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844155.post-109220048993901051</id><published>2004-08-11T13:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T12:02:55.653+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A// Eating Best Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HELLO THERE! &lt;/strong&gt;:D since nothing much happened yesterday, we're ignoring moday. :) today's gila act takes place during BREAK! :) so i buy my peach tea and head over to the usual f2 table. lauleen grabs my corntos, and start eating. suddenly, she starts poking her egg yolk from her nasi lemak as if she was operating "it". and she somehow contorts is and nearly hancurs it. :S i decided to save the poor little yolkie and grabbed the plate from her and began to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. egg. yolk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i begin to eat it, piece by piece when lauleen looks at me in horror, saying i ate her patient. :D so i continue to torment her, by eating the yolk scrap by &lt;em&gt;scrap,&lt;/em&gt; adding my own sound effects like, "LAULEEEEEEN. I'M EATING YOUR PAAAAATIENT. YUMMMM. CRUUUNCH. MUUUNCH MUUUUNCH. THIS IS SOOO DELICIOUSSSS. MMMM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she decides to have revenge and she grabs my corntos, and eats it too. this time, calling each cornto (sp?) my best friend, and starts chomping THAT one by one. so each time she munches a cornto, i eat the yolk. and this carries on with the "YUMMM. MUUUUNCH. CRUUUNCH." and evil laughter once in a while. finally, i finish the &lt;strong&gt;god-damned yolk&lt;/strong&gt;. we stopped acting like dorks, and i went to clear my plates. &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt;, lauleen introduces some new slang/lingo. watever. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she said, "let's start replacing Rs and Ls with Ws!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lauleen:&lt;/strong&gt; HI AMEEWAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;HI WOH-WAIIIIN/WOH-WEEEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we start acting like dorks once again, and talk in the whole W style. in this scene, we're kindergardeners introducing ourselves on the first day of school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lauleen: &lt;/strong&gt;hi! what ish your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;my name ish ameewah. wat ish yoursh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lauleen: &lt;/strong&gt;my name ish woh-ween! naish to meet you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;YAY! hi fwend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lauleen: &lt;/strong&gt;HI FWEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.dorkiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;moving along&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MEET UP IN ENGLISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lauleen introduces me to her purple bear keychain that has a dettachable head. :D IT WAS SO KYOOT! and since we were bored, we decided to act out a scene with the purple bear and lauleen's brown bear keychain. :) we end up with a revered purple bear, who gets his head back, and finds out he's colour blind. and the brown bear is accused of&lt;em&gt; kemek&lt;/em&gt;-king the nose and is pushed by the purple bear. when the real culprit shows up (her black G2 pen =]) , the purply bear apologies to the brown bear AND NOW THEY'RE HAPPY FRIENDS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to name them! the brown bear is &lt;strong&gt;sausage &lt;/strong&gt;and the purple bear is &lt;strong&gt;yam&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE MORAL OF TODAY'S ENTRY IS:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When i feel downhearted, i can talk to my friends! frieeeeeeeeeends!" quote Munchie of &lt;strong&gt;PB &amp; J Otter CARTOON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amirahaniskhair]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844155-109220048993901051?l=amy-leen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/feeds/109220048993901051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844155&amp;postID=109220048993901051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109220048993901051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109220048993901051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/2004/08/eating-best-friends.html' title='A// Eating Best Friends.'/><author><name>amyleen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017402707770489461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/heart_manymanythings.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844155.post-109178601612136270</id><published>2004-08-06T17:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T16:55:09.480+07:00</updated><title type='text'>L//Not your everyday hyper me.</title><content type='html'>I'm not in the mood today, but I will just blog for everyone's reading pleasure, though I think everyone enjoys Amirah's posts better 'cos they're so full of life and underlines and dashes and all that, and I just type everything out in one damn story. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During break, before me and Najwa went for our duty, I dragged Amirah along to come teman me for my duty. Then we spotted a bunch of people in front of the prefects' bulletion board, we immediately recongnised what it was: New Duties. We forgot everything and raaaaaan to the bulletion board looking for our names and numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 3rd floor corridor @ lunch, Amirah got in front of IT Zone @ lunch, and Najwa got stuck with 3rd floor stairs @ break. So we performed one of our nutcase mayhem on the spot, which was &lt;em&gt;stomping&lt;/em&gt; like some great heffalump. &lt;strong&gt;STOMP STOMP STOMP&lt;/strong&gt; in so-called rage, allllllll the way to Harry, but he said we couldn't change our duties so too bad and bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Amirah later told me Vishal found a picture of Melissa in Harry's folder, so we began talking about Melissa, about how frickin' pretty she was and wondered about what the male population thought. Then nutcase myahem #2 was surveying &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; guy we know, with the question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think Melissa Campbell is pretty?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty funny actually, everyone said she was "&lt;em&gt;omgwtfzors FUCKIN HOT&lt;/em&gt;." "&lt;em&gt;eh, quite pretty&lt;/em&gt;" "&lt;em&gt;she's damn pretty&lt;/em&gt;" "&lt;em&gt;her ass rocks my world&lt;/em&gt;" and all the funny responses. Only 3 people disagreed, and they were:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel &lt;em&gt;(F2C)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Wei Yang &lt;em&gt;(F4A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Afiq &lt;em&gt;(F4A)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Everyone's entitled to their answers I guess, it &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; a free world. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all then. Thank you for reading kiddies and goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-lauranne&lt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844155-109178601612136270?l=amy-leen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/feeds/109178601612136270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844155&amp;postID=109178601612136270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109178601612136270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109178601612136270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/2004/08/lnot-your-everyday-hyper-me.html' title='L//Not your everyday hyper me.'/><author><name>amyleen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017402707770489461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/heart_manymanythings.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844155.post-109171525050195165</id><published>2004-08-05T20:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T21:22:25.623+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A// Tuck. In. Your. Shirt.</title><content type='html'>so today's gila rant takes place during lunch. :) i went to my duty place. looked around. najwa came. looked around. lauleen came. and we were hella bored, so we decided to be the &lt;em&gt;good &lt;/em&gt;prefects we were *coughcough* and decided to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TELL OFF PEOPLE WHO DIDN'T TUCK IN THEIR SHIRTS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so our first victim was - &lt;em&gt;hann lun. &lt;/em&gt;his shirt was very &lt;strong&gt;the untucked&lt;/strong&gt; (dumb, i &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;) so lauleen started by asking him to tuck it in. he began giving excuses and three of us start cutting him off and then &lt;em&gt;suddenly &lt;/em&gt;we all simutaneously start saying, "please please please &lt;strong&gt;please please please&lt;/strong&gt;" repeatedly in this &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;annoying high pitch that hann lun gave up and said, "OKAYOKAY!" and he tucked it in and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;a new plan was forming in our devious little heads.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;except &lt;/em&gt;that we added &lt;strong&gt;enhancements&lt;/strong&gt;. :) instead of just annoying people with our pleasex1000, we decided to try something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;najwa:&lt;/strong&gt; tuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lauleen:&lt;/strong&gt; your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;najwa:&lt;/strong&gt; shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;najwa, me, lauleen:&lt;/strong&gt; please please pleasex1000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we were gonna use that oh-so-brilliant plan to &lt;strong&gt;scare &lt;/strong&gt;the eeeeviiilllll untuckers. yes, new word. 8) buuuut, as soon as we devised the plan, there were &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;, i &lt;strong&gt;repeat, &lt;/strong&gt;absolutely &lt;u&gt;no untuckers to be seen&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, YOU EVIL UNTUCKERS WERE LUCKY. next time, we'll&lt;strong&gt; GET &lt;/strong&gt;you. YES WE WILL. MWAHAHAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ahem&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we got bored since we didn't have any victims, so we sat at one of those round tables near the ramp. we were practising our "yo yo!" dance routine once again, when isa joined us. soon followed by min ern. then, lauleen began telling isa the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WORLD'SBIGGESTSECRETEVERRRTHATSHOULDBEKEPTFROMEVERYONE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. and this particular secret was shared &lt;em&gt;only&lt;/em&gt;, i repeat, &lt;u&gt;only&lt;/u&gt; among &lt;strong&gt;six (6, enam, liu, ruku) &lt;/strong&gt;people. and those wonderful people are: lauleen, myself, najwa, isa, min ern and jia wei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then during english, we reminisced a song that was composed by me, najwa and azree last year. and just &lt;em&gt;guess &lt;/em&gt;the ever brilliant title - &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bored Song.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lauleen jotted it down in her kyoot notebook, and is now considered a &lt;em&gt;worthy piece of historical facts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so this is all i have for you fellow minions to indulge in. excuse my lameness as i'm awesomely bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amirahaniskhair]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844155-109171525050195165?l=amy-leen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/feeds/109171525050195165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844155&amp;postID=109171525050195165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109171525050195165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109171525050195165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/2004/08/tuck-in-your-shirt.html' title='A// Tuck. In. Your. Shirt.'/><author><name>amyleen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017402707770489461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/heart_manymanythings.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844155.post-109160888019290818</id><published>2004-08-04T16:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T15:42:16.336+07:00</updated><title type='text'>L//OMGSCHOOLISOVER.</title><content type='html'>Like, whoopee! School's over and we did something stupid again. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erm, goes like this:-&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime! I went to to ICT lab to wait for Amirah, then we jiggled off the see Najwa, then we pranced all the way to the cafeteria. Then we sat two tables behind &lt;strong&gt;The&lt;/strong&gt; Form Four Table, and our nutcase mayhem of the day was Planta. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I was wearing Ain's ever-so-awesome (no there's no sarcasm in there.) Pink Glass. &lt;strong&gt;Pink Tinted Glasses&lt;/strong&gt;. Notice it's spelled with caps, 'cos it's just so awesome. So while we were practicing our &lt;em&gt;yo yo!&lt;/em&gt; dance, I got sick of wearing the glasses and placed it beside me next to Najwa's vitagen bottle. Then I got inspired and placed the Pink Tinted Glasses &lt;strong&gt;on&lt;/strong&gt; the Vitagen bottle, and named it Planta, the ultracool Pink-Tinted-Glasses-wearing Vitagen d00d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so cute. Yes, &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt;, folks. I threw Planta away. *eheh* :p But he was awesome while he lasted, and he was an instant hit with all of us. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it I guess. I have a picture of Planta on Yi Yang's phone, woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-lauranne&lt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844155-109160888019290818?l=amy-leen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/feeds/109160888019290818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844155&amp;postID=109160888019290818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109160888019290818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109160888019290818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/2004/08/lomgschoolisover.html' title='L//OMGSCHOOLISOVER.'/><author><name>amyleen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017402707770489461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/heart_manymanythings.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844155.post-109159536265357750</id><published>2004-08-04T13:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T12:10:18.890+07:00</updated><title type='text'>A// ict blues. -_-</title><content type='html'>i'm in ICT right now, and we're having a mini-test to prepare us for the finals. &lt;strong&gt;whatever&lt;/strong&gt;. i met up with &lt;strong&gt;lauleen &lt;/strong&gt;in english, and she decided to remake the cover of my notebook. WOOH! &lt;strong&gt;THANKS. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;buuuuut&lt;/em&gt;, she thinks the lead singer of hoobastank is cute. (,")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="139" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/dougrobb2.png" width="175" /&gt; &lt;- Compare &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt; dude with &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt; dude.-&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 177px; HEIGHT: 241px" height="491" src="http://peachblossom.freeservers.com/brandonboydpics/brandon_boyd_hot.jpg" width="350" /&gt; can anyone differ the HOTNESS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eheh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was bored, lauleen. =D but yes, yes, FREEDOM OF SPEECH! lauleen think &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hott, and i don't. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, lunch is coming soon, so expect some gila-gila rants later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amirahaniskhair]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844155-109159536265357750?l=amy-leen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/feeds/109159536265357750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844155&amp;postID=109159536265357750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109159536265357750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109159536265357750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/2004/08/ict-blues_04.html' title='A// ict blues. -_-'/><author><name>amyleen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017402707770489461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/heart_manymanythings.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844155.post-109154954966507837</id><published>2004-08-04T01:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T12:15:34.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'>L// Tralala.</title><content type='html'>Lauranne here. Once again, I am unable to sleep therefore I am here doing &lt;strong&gt;nuts&lt;/strong&gt;. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a few tweaks here and there, and I can say I'm pretty happy with the way the blog turned out. Okay, so the picture's crappy, save your breath, I know that. I suck in Photoshop and nothing changes that. Deal? Deal. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for school. Whoopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-lauranne&lt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo! It's ICT time, and I haven't had a chance to see my fellow nutcase pardner. English's next though, so we go narts again. &lt;strong&gt;NARTS&lt;/strong&gt; I tell you! Arrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget, Doug Robb of &lt;em&gt;Hoobastank&lt;/em&gt; is hot! No, I don't care what you say. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-lauranne&lt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844155-109154954966507837?l=amy-leen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/feeds/109154954966507837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844155&amp;postID=109154954966507837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109154954966507837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109154954966507837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/2004/08/l-tralala.html' title='L// Tralala.'/><author><name>amyleen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017402707770489461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/heart_manymanythings.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7844155.post-109153094826431615</id><published>2004-08-03T21:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T12:17:51.623+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Incredible First Post.</title><content type='html'>There you have it, Amirah + Lauleen's two-woman blog. And this was typed by Lauranne. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is damn fun. Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-lauranne&lt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;strong&gt;edit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;strong&gt;amirah &lt;/strong&gt;speaking. =D we are happy to launch our very own TWO-WOMAN BLOG. woohoo! this marks a very historical date - 03.08.04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in here we'll post utter nonsense/ramblings/rants about &lt;em&gt;ANYTHING &lt;/em&gt;we want. it can range from random thoughts, crazy things we did today, AND JUST PLAIN ALPHABETS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ie:&lt;br /&gt;aijdsaoifhawpfjapfwoja'eofapofjeafpjwapfdaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since we are n00bies wit &lt;strong&gt;blogger&lt;/strong&gt;, we'd appreciate it if our readers would be oh-so-kind to give us adivce on how to improve it. =) we hope you have enjoyed this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amirahaniskhair]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;//edit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauranne here again. Just in case you'd like to drop by our original blogs, here are the links:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="htpp://www.xanga.com/miSz_LicoriCe"&gt;Amirah's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/lauleen"&gt;Lauranne's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Enjoy, and have fun. We'll be back with more rantings later on. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-lauranne&lt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7844155-109153094826431615?l=amy-leen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/feeds/109153094826431615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7844155&amp;postID=109153094826431615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109153094826431615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7844155/posts/default/109153094826431615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amy-leen.blogspot.com/2004/08/incredible-first-post.html' title='The Incredible First Post.'/><author><name>amyleen*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07017402707770489461</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v153/lauleen/heart_manymanythings.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
