Lumpy Takes France!

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"Sugar and spice and everything nice,
that's what little girls are made of!"
- some wise man

For those of you who care, I would like a voucher from here for my 21st, thank you. Betula, go to Betula. I buy from her. Will be giving her my new address shortly. Or you can get it from me. =)

My other blog will be on Sabbathical for the coming year. Though you never know. I may write a surprise post.

Nanyang
Ali
Janice
May aka Vermin
Qing Jia aka Beeboo
Shu
Wei Zhi, Fluffy-puffy-white-little-ballerina-skirt
Xiuhui
Yap, Cuixian (and Adam) aka the Maniams. I would put Adam and Cuixian but Adam's not a Nanyang girl so I can't since this is the Nanyang column and we're very exclusive
Yuling, my Peardrop

S06B
Bird!
Bird!! (The Real One)
Debbie-web
Dipsy
Kai Ling
Rence
Serena!
Xin Xin
Zixuan

RJ and Beyond
Galen
Hui Mun
Sin Yee
Spoon
Vans
Xin Hui

Dawn-ie's brother, Paul
Nick and Nigel
XM's Pam
Ziliang, my cousin

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|| Friday, June 29, 2007 ||

Day 296: Au Revoir

So is ending my year in France. Tomorrow I will leave. That will make it 297 days.

I am once again in Paris by the way; after a long trip crossing Bath, Cornwall, Rome, Florence, Bologna, Oxford and London. You can travel the world and see beautiful and great monuments but precious little beats France. I have to say, it was so nice to come back and hear those melodious tones of French being spoken around you. English is monotonous, unless you speak to the Ire-ish; and Italian lacks self-control - too agitated, too agitated; one should always be calm, cool and collected. And the streets are just so nicely wider and more graceful. And the people mesmorisingly more pleasing, and the clothing enchantingly more delightful as the food in one simple word: better.

I do like France.

Well so long dear France!! Till we meet again!