<?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-22435693</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:52:14.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lil'rachel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22435693.post-4160923975535806074</id><published>2008-08-02T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:17:01.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You don't know this yet, but life isn’t supposed to be like this. It’s not supposed to be this hard."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;-Meredith Grey, Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2 more months! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-4160923975535806074?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/4160923975535806074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/4160923975535806074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-dont-know-this-yet-but-life-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-3287809112044197346</id><published>2008-07-17T21:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:35:38.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;It started out as a feeling, which then grew into a hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Signed in Windows Live Messenger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Windows Live Today pops out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;207 unread messages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Thats how long I've not been online. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, chinese o's listening comprehension, 2 days ago, was quite difficult for me. It was tricky, yes it was. So to all those people who thought that it was a breeze, congrats. Just don't rub it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been rather busy these 2 months, not really studying much but watching tv. haha. I think my parents seriously have to take away the card or my eyes will just be glued to the tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i've reconciled with some friends (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its not really my fault if we can't get along like before.&lt;/span&gt;)  Right now, i just want to cherish all those friends who really care about me (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like my best friend, sarah! (: &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;and study hard! 3 more months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my dentist, for adding something to my braces that makes it hard to speak with clarity and precision (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;darn HOM. its stuck in my head!&lt;/span&gt;) especially just when my english oral is commencing. Really thank you, my dear dentist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE NARNIA. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Edmund Pevensie! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And yes, becks, wow to the heart.  Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;Plus. Stop changing your bloglink or I'm not gonna link you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Its finally over.&lt;br /&gt;No more butterflies in my stomach when i see you.&lt;br /&gt;No more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-3287809112044197346?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/3287809112044197346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/3287809112044197346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2008/07/it-started-out-as-feeling-which-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-2605187318337006565</id><published>2008-05-22T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:15:20.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/SDVi5vo5XzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wearAs5xgrc/s1600-h/david+cook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/SDVi5vo5XzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wearAs5xgrc/s200/david+cook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203173688676540210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YES, YES AND YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;David Cook&lt;/span&gt; wins American Idol season7! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm so happy! Go cook! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-2605187318337006565?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/2605187318337006565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/2605187318337006565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2008/05/yes-yes-and-yes-david-cook-wins.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/SDVi5vo5XzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/wearAs5xgrc/s72-c/david+cook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22435693.post-8634968018513777201</id><published>2008-05-20T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:32:05.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;IJ FIESTA WAS FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, first, diana, kiddy, caroline, joanna, janice, 2 other badminton girls and me went to play the laser quest. My, it was fun,running around and shooting people, but yet tiring. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Haunted house with diana, kiddy, nerine and ari was hilarious. Diana lee, the brave, claimed that she was SO not afraid and offered to stand right in front. Halfway through, i found myself being pulled to the front. haha. It was fun screaming at the 'ghosts' though. haha. We went in, screamed with all our might and came out laughing. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;candy floss&lt;/span&gt;. And Big slide with caroline, kiddy and elizabeth was great! Hot blistering feet after that! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese o's VERY soon. Dear Lord please help me. I've got enough things to worry about already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess some promises should be left unspoken.&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/22435693-8634968018513777201?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8634968018513777201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8634968018513777201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2008/05/ij-fiesta-was-fun-haha-first-diana.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-9201699700796972274</id><published>2008-05-02T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:52:29.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hands. It's when you know you're licked before you begin but you begin anyway and see it through no matter what." - To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Dear Diana, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ya, i should huh. I should stop being so emo and depressed that i'll never live up to their standards. I should be happy, happy like you, but i just can't find a reason to be happy about. Shit, where did i get all these emo thoughts from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate chemistry. Hate hate hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;I want my old self back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;The lively, happy and cheerful rachel.&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/22435693-9201699700796972274?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/9201699700796972274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/9201699700796972274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wanted-you-to-see-what-real-courage.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-8722063505632579518</id><published>2008-04-20T00:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:10:50.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY GIRLFRIEND!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep rocking! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mummy's back. From Japan. Funny, my godma went there too, at the same time. And both of them brought back loads of yummy food! (: Half's like gone though. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, another week's gone, and nothing much is accomplished. Grades either remain the same or just slip. My tution teacher's pretty frustrated that i forgot almost all of last year's wk. Ugh. I better work harder. Damn O's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Go Davids! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&gt;&gt; Carrie Underwood: Lessons learned&lt;br /&gt;There's some things that I regret,&lt;br /&gt;Some words I wish had gone unsaid,&lt;br /&gt;Some starts,&lt;br /&gt;That had some bitter endings,&lt;br /&gt;Been some bad times I've been through,&lt;br /&gt;Damage I cannot undo,&lt;br /&gt;Some things,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do all all over again,&lt;br /&gt;But it don't really matter,&lt;br /&gt;Life gets that much harder,&lt;br /&gt;It makes you that much stronger,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, some pages turned,&lt;br /&gt;Some bridges burned,&lt;br /&gt;But there were,&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,&lt;br /&gt;Every change, life has thrown me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful, for every scar,&lt;br /&gt;Some pages turned,&lt;br /&gt;Some bridges burned,&lt;br /&gt;But there were lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's mistakes that I have made,&lt;br /&gt;Some chances I just threw away,&lt;br /&gt;Some roads,&lt;br /&gt;I never should've taken,&lt;br /&gt;Been some signs I didn't see,&lt;br /&gt;Hearts that I hurt needlessly,&lt;br /&gt;Some wounds,&lt;br /&gt;That I wish I could have one more chance to mend,&lt;br /&gt;But it don't make no difference,&lt;br /&gt;The past can't be rewritten,&lt;br /&gt;You get the life you're given,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, some pages turned,&lt;br /&gt;Some bridges burned,&lt;br /&gt;But there were,&lt;br /&gt;Lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I wondered how I'd get through the night,&lt;br /&gt;Every change, life has thrown me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful, for every break in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful, for every scar,&lt;br /&gt;Some pages turned,&lt;br /&gt;Some bridges burned,&lt;br /&gt;But there were lessons learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope at least you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-8722063505632579518?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8722063505632579518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8722063505632579518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-belated-birthday-girlfriend-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-7799476550372677792</id><published>2008-04-14T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:16:38.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;AND THE CHAMPIONSHIP FOR BOTH B AND C DIVISION GOES TO ... CHIJ SECONDARY TP! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! 4 years in a row! Its really really great! The BOMB! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midyear papers next week! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It can't be saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-7799476550372677792?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/7799476550372677792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/7799476550372677792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-championship-for-both-b-and-c.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-6059578471919192349</id><published>2008-04-10T23:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T23:35:37.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&gt;&gt;Bon Jovi: Everybody's broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfair unfair BLOODY UNFAIR.&lt;br /&gt;How can you just change your mind at the very last minute?!&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. Damn &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; that ever was! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And i worked so hard and sacrificed my extra lessons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just to get back to where i began from. Useless.&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/22435693-6059578471919192349?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6059578471919192349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6059578471919192349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2008/04/bon-jovi-everybodys-broken-unfair.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-9191071914023177140</id><published>2008-04-07T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:15:32.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dragonboat competition this sat. Really nervous. Hope our opponents are not as strong as our coach has mentioned. Eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics SPA's over, now's chem. Stressful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I really really miss korea.&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place where i was skiing happily,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place where many hot guys in their winter uniforms were,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the place where i was free of troubles and stress (like what i'm experiencing now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more trigo please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just wanna lay on the grass and watch the clouds go by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are the feelings really gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-9191071914023177140?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/9191071914023177140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/9191071914023177140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2008/04/dragonboat-competition-this-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-8024623997806274465</id><published>2008-03-30T23:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:09:46.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;YES YES YES! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay i made it to the team! I'm so happy! (: Must train hard though. Competition coming and we've got some fierce opponents. Hope i don't disappoint my coach or the team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another week gone by and i still haven't done any revision. Boy, some smart girls in my class just take it easy, go watch movies and still can score all As. Dammit this is so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Sports day tmr. I don't find any joy in it though. Just hope Odac will win in the inter-cca relay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;I apologize  for all the vulgarities used in last post. Someone made me really really pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why is it that the last person i wanna see is you&lt;br /&gt;and yet i still bump into you.&lt;br /&gt;If only i had such luck with someone&lt;br /&gt;i actually wanna meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for acting like you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-8024623997806274465?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8024623997806274465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8024623997806274465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2008/03/yes-yes-yes-yay-i-made-it-to-team-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-853150990858058059</id><published>2008-03-25T21:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:11:38.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Lent is over. Happy Easter Tuesday! haha. (Thanks Sheena for the chocolate and cookie! Both were really cute! :D ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Easter, i had the worst lunch in my life. Okay, maybe one of the worst  lunch in my life. Although it was a lunch buffet was at a hotel (i shall not specify where), the food wasn't appetizing. So bad that even the marshmallows were hard! And its not cos of my braces thats why i found it hard to chew, even my sister agreed! I'm never going back there again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha i finally completed my english articles. Deadline was last week. Procrastination, procrastination. Exams are in a month's time though. Need some serious attitude! Too many distractions! I should just ask my dad to temporary remove the cable card. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragonboat competition is coming up soon too.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it man. Physics extra lessons and on saturday mornings and so is this history lesson this sat. And I can't make it cause of some dragonboat trainings. The worst is that i might not even get a chance to row for the competition. Argh! The only thing thats keeping me motivated is the points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I feel like telling you straight in the face but i can't. You've changed so much i don't even know you anymore. I don't blame you for making 'cooler' friends and thus not talking much to me anymore. But i blame you for intentionally ignoring me, pretending i'm not there and even bitching about me. Maybe i did something wrong, but you could have just told me or if you wish, just keep mum about it. But hell no! You went around bitching about me, plaguing everyone's opinion of me. If you make me agitated enough, don't be surprised if i just roll my eyes when i see you and even ask you to fuck off when you even bother to speak to me. I hate you. I hate you for not even trying to salvage this friendship. I hate you because i'm the one who initiated trying to strike a convo with you and yet you were so indifferent. I hate you for making empty promises like promising that you'll always be there for me when you clearly are aware you won't be. And perhaps you wouldn't read this entry because you don't even care about me anymore and have other cooler friends to entertain. Well now that i've finally seen what kinda person you truly are, i don't need your fucking fake friendship, i just wish you wouldn't go around backstabbing me. Its like you became my close friend, find out all my secrets and then you go around telling everyone.  Is it really that amusing bringing a person down? Bloody sadist, i hope you'll never read this entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whats the use of going to church so often and pretending to be so holy when you actually are killing a person's heart? Bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Everyone's lying to me nowadays. Giving me something to hope in when there's actually nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I don't need no sympathy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-853150990858058059?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/853150990858058059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/853150990858058059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2008/03/lent-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-7769679966915026202</id><published>2008-02-26T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:07:09.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;LIT DRAMA&lt;/span&gt; finally ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/7 won. Congrats to all of them. They really deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;At least the best actress came from my class. And we had a little fun (VAL THE SEXY WALTER! haha) and class bonding from all this. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, dragonboat has started and hopefully, i get to compete. For now, i just gotta prove to the coach i'm much better than last year. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What if the words were lost in the moment of fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-7769679966915026202?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/7769679966915026202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/7769679966915026202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2008/02/lit-drama-finally-ended.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-9180004687469969487</id><published>2008-02-24T19:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T20:24:37.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Expectations, expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the week that just passed by...we got scolded everyday. I don't wanna hear anymore scoldings. Arghhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/R8Fg24mCzyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SNwO3JDjHs0/s1600-h/bs_kids_bikes_jw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/R8Fg24mCzyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SNwO3JDjHs0/s200/bs_kids_bikes_jw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170520343219195682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss being free and having fun all day, like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIT DRAMA COMPETITION COMING UP! GO 4/3! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;At least now i know who my REAL friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;That flame of love for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;has died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-9180004687469969487?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/9180004687469969487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/9180004687469969487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2008/02/expectations-expectations.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/R8Fg24mCzyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/SNwO3JDjHs0/s72-c/bs_kids_bikes_jw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22435693.post-6966353132595130002</id><published>2008-02-19T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T20:55:17.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Leave the past in the past gonna find the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I guess i should just let go of some things - the hatred i feel towards someone, the feeling of disappointment due to constant failure and even someone whom i hold very close to my heart. Sometimes, we need to come back to reality. Its still gonna be there even if we just sit there and sob. Let go and start doing something useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Please drop a little booklet from heaven on ways to pass decently well in my tests. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beginning to get used to school life again, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; still in the holiday mood haha.  Homework, weekly tests and CCA. Oh ya, speaking of cca, we took odac photo today! haha i don't look nice in it but who cares, not many people look good in yearbook photos.&lt;br /&gt;Oh haha i was almost late for school today, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;. Woke up at like 650am and thats really really late. The worse is that my sis and i missed the damn bus and had to take another bus, and walk quite a lot to school. If my mummy finds out, she'll be in a fit man.&lt;br /&gt;School wasn't so bad today, i survived it.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i've distant from God. I used to go for weekday masses, once in a while. But now, gee. Seems like time is running ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm really sorry to those friends whom i've not been talking to as much as before. I promise to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Won’t look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;When I say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;We’re gonna leave this world behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gonna take what’s mine tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;‘cause every wasted day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Becomes a wasted chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You’re gonna wake up feeling sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;‘cause life won’t wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I guess it’s up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cause some people just forget you in a month;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-6966353132595130002?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6966353132595130002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6966353132595130002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2008/02/leave-past-in-past-gonna-find-future.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-7465512789633346974</id><published>2008-02-10T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T18:35:50.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Blasted chances. No hope left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;On the surface, you seemed like nothing is wrong, nothing has changed and you're still happy when you see me. But i know deep down inside how you're really feeling. You don't care anymore. So be it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel gotta buck up! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when you thought it can't get worse,&lt;br /&gt;Everything comes crashing down on you.&lt;br /&gt;Thats life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-7465512789633346974?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/7465512789633346974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/7465512789633346974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2008/02/blasted-chances.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-7005277934815161515</id><published>2008-02-08T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T02:11:05.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh its the year of the rat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yay, finally a holiday is here. Time for rejoicing and a break. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Self-awareness camp&lt;/span&gt; was THE BOMB. It really helped our class in many ways and now we're closer and stronger. Yay! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I LOVE FOUR THREE '08!&lt;/span&gt; And i love Mrs low too! I'm really glad she's our form teacher!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/R6tIoany9PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ieg9xSXcbxI/s1600-h/1_909502394l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/R6tIoany9PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ieg9xSXcbxI/s200/1_909502394l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164301256888612082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4/3! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anywhere for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-7005277934815161515?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/7005277934815161515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/7005277934815161515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-chinese-new-year-oh-its-year-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/R6tIoany9PI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Ieg9xSXcbxI/s72-c/1_909502394l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22435693.post-6874614675254222441</id><published>2008-01-29T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:41:36.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sec 1 retreat&lt;/span&gt; on sat was not bad. At least majority of the sec1s participated. I think my batch was worse. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been keeping me very busy. Sec 4 life sure is stressful. Everyday there's loads of work. I want christmas back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ODAC&lt;/span&gt; trial test tmr...shit. I haven't been exercising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;SELF-AWARENESS&lt;/span&gt; on friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love goes out, out like a light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Out like a flame, and you can't find it anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when you think it's lost in the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It comes back knocking at your door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;One-sided love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-6874614675254222441?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6874614675254222441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6874614675254222441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2008/01/sec-1-retreat-on-sat-was-not-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-351414346062573295</id><published>2008-01-05T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:16:22.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HELLO 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear blogger,&lt;br /&gt;its been only the 3rd day of school and i'm beginning to dislike it. Everyday we were constantly reminded of how near o's are. One day, Miss Kho will say," 5 more days to O's" and i'll just faint. Damn. Many tests next week and there's still more to come! &lt;em&gt;headache..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, i wanna thank everyone again(especially diana, sarah, sheena, xiu hui, camelia, sam and kiddy) who made me very happy on my birthday! My awesome friends surprised me with a cake! haha. Thank you for making my day! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You make my heart go up and down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a roller coaster ride.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Thats not very good,&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/22435693-351414346062573295?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/351414346062573295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/351414346062573295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2008/01/dear-blogger-its-been-only-3rd-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-347777647477288888</id><published>2007-12-23T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:03:05.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; SOON! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-347777647477288888?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/347777647477288888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/347777647477288888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/12/c-h-r-i-s-t-m-s-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-8550618841387390776</id><published>2007-12-23T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T23:01:53.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You’re in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And all the world is calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The music playing on for only two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So close together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And when I’m with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So close to feeling alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;A life goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Romantic dreams will stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So I bid mine goodbye and never knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So close was waiting, waiting here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And now forever I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;All that I wanted to hold you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So close to reaching that famous happy end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Almost believing this was not pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And now you’re beside me and look how far we’ve come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So far we are so close &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;How could I face the faceless days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If I should lose you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We’re so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To reaching that famous happy end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And almost believing this was not pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Let’s go on dreaming for we know we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So close &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;And still so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So close - Jon McLaughlin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How can i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when you don't talk to me.&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/22435693-8550618841387390776?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8550618841387390776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8550618841387390776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/12/youre-in-my-arms-and-all-world-is-calm.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-2403089204854523523</id><published>2007-12-13T01:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:41:38.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ENCHANTED&lt;/span&gt; on tue with Odac after our farewell lunch at Seoul Garden. Ah! The show was really nice! And Patrick Dempsey was really charming! :D I can't wait to watch with the odacians again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Sarah and i went to the animal shelter to play with the dogs. Ya, i know, it might sound quite weird to you, but Sarah and i like animals so there we went! It was really a whale of a time seeing and playing with so many dogs. We even played with this really big dog called,Ritz, an alaskan malamute. And there were 2 really hyper siberian huskies. One like 'dancing' with people named snowflake while the other, nim, likes to lick my face. It was quite disgusting after a while,though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some pictures....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/R2AgrPX5i7I/AAAAAAAAADU/roGoYTDfDjw/s1600-h/ritz2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143146701690342322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/R2AgrPX5i7I/AAAAAAAAADU/roGoYTDfDjw/s200/ritz2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RITZ! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/R2AgrfX5i8I/AAAAAAAAADc/aFPASP_q-Qs/s1600-h/ritz6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143146705985309634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/R2AgrfX5i8I/AAAAAAAAADc/aFPASP_q-Qs/s200/ritz6.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look how big Ritz is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/R2AgrvX5i9I/AAAAAAAAADk/iADpwpjhU_U/s1600-h/ritz8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143146710280276946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/R2AgrvX5i9I/AAAAAAAAADk/iADpwpjhU_U/s200/ritz8.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sarah,Ritz,me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/R2AgrvX5i-I/AAAAAAAAADs/TrgM3HVaOY0/s1600-h/snowflake7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143146710280276962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/R2AgrvX5i-I/AAAAAAAAADs/TrgM3HVaOY0/s200/snowflake7.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pretty Snowflake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/R2Agr_X5i_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wSRyaHzjfAs/s1600-h/nim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143146714575244274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/R2Agr_X5i_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/wSRyaHzjfAs/s200/nim.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In case you don't know, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm happy without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-2403089204854523523?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/2403089204854523523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/2403089204854523523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-dreaming-of-true-loves-kiss.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/R2AgrPX5i7I/AAAAAAAAADU/roGoYTDfDjw/s72-c/ritz2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22435693.post-7030156537185707767</id><published>2007-12-06T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T15:58:05.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'M BACK FROM KOREA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I LOVE KOREA OH SO SO SO MUCH!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The weather may be cold (like &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; degrees in the morning and -3 at night) but it beats the hot sun in singapore &lt;em&gt;everyda&lt;/em&gt;y. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well,i reached seoul at like 7am and it was &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt; degrees. A lot of difference compared to sg. Korea really was a great experience, all the food, shopping, spa and SKIING! haha. My tour grp is very fun. Though there were some people who doesn't really talk, there were many many kids, and their hilarious parents. There was this little girl,7 years old, who kept following me around. She's really very cute and her name's Nicole. haha. Oh ya, the tour guide speaks in chinese but he's really very very entertaining, luckily. haha. I went to 2 theme parks but did not play much cause the queues were pretty long and my parents don't wanna wait. Still, the gondola ride at the ski resort was one of the best. We took a cable car ride up to the mountains, where the snow had turned to ice but i didn't care anyway and started throwing it at my sister and father. haha. But it was really very very cold up there. Its like the moment you reach there, your toes and fingers would freeze. I made kimchi and wore the korean traditional clothes too. Anyway, i had loads of fun. I really really wanna go back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;haha, obviously i saw hot korean guys who were wearing their winter school uniform. Boy, they looked good. haha. diana would be so jealous. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I took many photos but i'm too lazy to upload. Maybe another day. haha. Till then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;When you look back on times we had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I hope you smile.&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/22435693-7030156537185707767?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/7030156537185707767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/7030156537185707767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-back-from-korea-i-love-korea-oh-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-7577192511325814023</id><published>2007-11-27T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T17:55:27.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Confirmation camp and confirmation was a blast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's too much to blog so i'm not typing all out. I shall post pictures when i'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for korea! TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bye bye blog, for like 8 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm addicted to you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;heart-breaker. &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/22435693-7577192511325814023?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/7577192511325814023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/7577192511325814023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/11/confirmation-camp-and-confirmation-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-844758365117829742</id><published>2007-11-15T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T00:50:48.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cycling at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pulau Ubin&lt;/span&gt; today! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with the &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;odacians&lt;/span&gt;. haha. It was really fun. And there were many dogs, which were pretty cute i must say. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Met at 830am at changi and then took a boat to the island. We got splitted up into grps of 5 for the race. haha i think my grp came in second last or last? haha oh wells. its ok, at least we had fun. i just really hated the damn mosquitos. bit me umpteen times.&lt;br /&gt;At 1,we were supposed to be back at where we started. And guess what, there was this grp that got stuck in some muddy area(cause it was raining in the morning) and they couldn't get their bikes out. Yikes. Poor them. I think they spent 1hr plus trying to get out.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was at 2 plus and we sat 59 all the way back to bishan. Man! It was such a long long ride. (so i slept.haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con camp soon! Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sick of hearing my parents nag, and scolding me for things that i didnt do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;kiss her in the pouring rain.&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/22435693-844758365117829742?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/844758365117829742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/844758365117829742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/11/cycling-at-pulau-ubin-today-went-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-5725115685932237950</id><published>2007-11-12T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:15:43.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's what they said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Overall, you are very content in your life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your dreams tend to reflect your insecurities.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You secretly want to hide your dreams from your waking mind.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;i never knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And she said, "Its forbidden love."&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/22435693-5725115685932237950?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/5725115685932237950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/5725115685932237950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/11/heres-what-they-said-overall-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-6521187083410848125</id><published>2007-11-08T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T00:57:41.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck everything.&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and my futile efforts.&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like my brother had said,"life sucks".&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;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and why is she so lucky to get such a &lt;strong&gt;hottie&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &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/22435693-6521187083410848125?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6521187083410848125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6521187083410848125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/11/fuck-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-8889060517679003252</id><published>2007-10-23T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:27:31.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollerblade today! (:&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i may not be good at it but it was fun (though i was moving at such a slow rate, right xiu hui? haha). Well, my ankle got tired after a while cause i fell many many times. haha. And i got a tan! Well, maybe just a little. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played soccer with sam, kit yee and constance for a while after school before going sarah's house to watch elizabethtown! It was quite a boring show though. Sarah was practically sleeping through half the movie. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O's Chem prac soon! Eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only he was as friendly as the other ben today.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-8889060517679003252?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8889060517679003252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8889060517679003252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/10/w-h-e-e-rollerblade-today-ok-i-may-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-1347664309393320520</id><published>2007-10-18T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T00:07:00.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR SISTER! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to the science centre. Of all days, sheena had to pick this day to arrange her doctor's appointment and leave me &lt;em&gt;all alone&lt;/em&gt;. But nevermind, i still had fun with sarah and camelia! (:&lt;br /&gt;First, we went to watch a show on hurricanes and boy, the omni-theater did make me suffer a headache after the show. When we had some free time, Camelia accompanied me to explore the things there. Surprisingly, it was quite interesting. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had job attachment after school. For the commercial companies, 3/3 was the last to 'choose' a job. So damn unlucky. Didn't really get to choose because all the 'nicer' ones were taken. And now, my job is all the way at the &lt;em&gt;boon lay&lt;/em&gt;. Damn i have to wake up REAL early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP with Odac after all this. Was pretty fun i must admit. Just talk,walk and deliver food to respective homes of the senior citizens. But i still need 2hrs even with this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday sucked. And i've a feeling it'll be the same for tmr!&lt;br /&gt;I must must &lt;em&gt;must&lt;/em&gt; pass physics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Many dreams deferred.&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/22435693-1347664309393320520?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/1347664309393320520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/1347664309393320520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-dear-sister-today-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-1935611878369160291</id><published>2007-10-10T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:27:22.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog's alive again cause..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally... haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS SBQ was damn hard,didnt know what they were talking about. But nvm. It's all over! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i'm off to play.&lt;br /&gt;buh bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I need a tan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAUGHTY ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;let me tell you why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would die for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-1935611878369160291?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/1935611878369160291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/1935611878369160291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-blogs-alive-again-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-7917137902128961005</id><published>2007-09-26T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:25:25.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miss Michelle Tan was so sweet! She gave us a stalk of flower each and a card, for the last RME lesson we're gonna have this year. Should have seen Samantha's reaction. Hilarous girl. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after exam mass, we were given balloons to blow. And after blowing, we were to throw it up. Those myriad of colours were really a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English exam was alright. There's more exams to come! In exactly a week's time. :(&lt;br /&gt;So, I declare my blog dead till exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I get my hopes up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I watch them fall everytime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another colour turns to grey&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's just too hard to watch it all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slowly fade away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm leaving today 'cause I've&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gotta do what's best for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've go to move on and be who I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't belong here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We might find our place in this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;World someday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But at least for now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I gotta go my own away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;`high school musical - gotta go my own way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if you're willing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to see the walls &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;come tumbling down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and not do anything,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;suit your bilious self.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;i've tried my best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-7917137902128961005?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/7917137902128961005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/7917137902128961005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/09/miss-michelle-tan-was-so-sweet-she-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-5720214193455082840</id><published>2007-09-18T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:52:13.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think my calculator hates me.&lt;br /&gt;It died on me, &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And my MP3 ain't working as well!&lt;br /&gt;Damn! Whats with all the electronics?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 2 weeks to exams! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;stupid cupid,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;stop picking on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i was right abt you AGAIN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yes,you've changed - to a worse  person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and you wouldn't give an effing shit abt it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;thats what makes it worst of all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-5720214193455082840?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/5720214193455082840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/5720214193455082840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-my-calculator-hates-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-2465248052260575479</id><published>2007-09-06T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:53:41.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/Rt_EJaVWdQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/k9CvKM3eD0U/s1600-h/haha.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107016168428172546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/Rt_EJaVWdQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/k9CvKM3eD0U/s200/haha.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/Rt_EJqVWdRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uUhkkyLyGCE/s1600-h/nuts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107016172723139858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/Rt_EJqVWdRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/uUhkkyLyGCE/s200/nuts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/Rt_EJ6VWdSI/AAAAAAAAADE/BcEnbXQiCNk/s1600-h/stressed.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107016177018107170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/Rt_EJ6VWdSI/AAAAAAAAADE/BcEnbXQiCNk/s200/stressed.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Maybe i ought to print this out and hang it at my door. Then my mummy will agree to give me a break. hahaha.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;ZAC EFRON IS HOT! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday was &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;FAMILY DAY&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. Ya, i know its wierd, family day on wednesday. Anyway, I had to go to school early in the morning cause of english. And i was late for class (but this time its ain't my fault! i was out early! and the damn bus only came at 9 when i have to be in school by &lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After class, met my parents and my sis to go to AMK hub to eat. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PEPPER LUNCH! (:&lt;/span&gt; Met my ODAC Captain there, li jin! hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went to fairprice Xtra after lunch and diana and her dad almost scare the life out of me. My sis and i were just browsing the magazines when suddenly, two heads popped out and with eyes staring at us. Woah! I really got a shock. haha. And i saw Danella too! haha. My dad bought macadamia nuts. I was greedy and started chewing many until my teeth hurt. Damn. I really hate those shiny metals sometimes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;I can see revenge,anger and hatred in your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;everytime you look at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;What have i done to offend you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Why must you be so greedy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Why aren't you&lt;strong&gt; ever&lt;/strong&gt; contented with "what" you've "won"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aren't you sick and tired of being so acquisitive all the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;You overachiever, you're diggin your own grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm not stressed.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-2465248052260575479?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/2465248052260575479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/2465248052260575479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/09/maybe-i-ought-to-print-this-out-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/Rt_EJaVWdQI/AAAAAAAAAC0/k9CvKM3eD0U/s72-c/haha.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22435693.post-6047904836170367104</id><published>2007-09-04T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T14:40:44.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHINE JESUS SHINE YESTERDAY! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison got almost the whole cath class to come. Shows our class spirit hey? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yeah diana,i know you're jealous aight? hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Man, I'm &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; gonna miss everyone in my class after confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i went with sam, diana, charlotte, stella tay and amanda. Sam was hilarous! Especially when her form dropped on the wet ground. hahaha. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i know you almost slept during the blessed sacrament, Sam! tsk tsk. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I met Paula, Cam!, Olga, Roslyn, Yan ling and many many other people there! (: Shine jesus shine was really great with them. Jumping, screaming and talking to Paula about somebody! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ONE WAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;31 August 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR'S TEACHER'S DAY WAS THE BEST IN ALL MY YEARS IN IJ MAN!&lt;br /&gt;All the performance. And the way different teachers had to dress up. I really enjoyed myself. And Val was telling me this. &lt;em&gt;Mrs Alex is damn hilarous. When we told her, "MRS ALEX,YOU'RE THE BOMB!" And she'll reply, "But i don't want to explode!"&lt;/em&gt; hahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. I shared gifts with sheena and camelia - for lao shi! But in the end, we did not succeed in giving lao shi the present. There were SO many girls outside the staffroom, its practically like The Great Singapore Sale. The cheesecake Sheena brought, melted. :( And we really regretted going to RI to look for Mr Chan. But nvm, its over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This sunday! High School Musical!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams coming soon! Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where's my guardian angel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;O&lt;em&gt;h well, it seems like such fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Until you lose what you had won.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-6047904836170367104?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6047904836170367104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6047904836170367104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/09/shine-jesus-shine-yesterday-d-addison.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-4274936477076981186</id><published>2007-08-29T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:18:29.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah! High school musical two is coming soon! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RtVcVqVWdLI/AAAAAAAAACM/YX6Ju8Oz170/s1600-h/high+sch+musical2+-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104087279905174706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RtVcVqVWdLI/AAAAAAAAACM/YX6Ju8Oz170/s320/high+sch+musical2+-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RtVcVqVWdMI/AAAAAAAAACU/QNnXEXE5jVs/s1600-h/high+sch+musical2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104087279905174722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RtVcVqVWdMI/AAAAAAAAACU/QNnXEXE5jVs/s320/high+sch+musical2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RtVcV6VWdNI/AAAAAAAAACc/aEeBhUjMVwk/s1600-h/high+sch+musical2+-2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104087284200142034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RtVcV6VWdNI/AAAAAAAAACc/aEeBhUjMVwk/s320/high+sch+musical2+-2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RtVcV6VWdOI/AAAAAAAAACk/8fqKFQamZpo/s1600-h/high+sch+musical2+-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104087284200142050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RtVcV6VWdOI/AAAAAAAAACk/8fqKFQamZpo/s320/high+sch+musical2+-4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And Promenade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RtVaq6VWdGI/AAAAAAAAABk/JP4X5Gnd5NM/s1600-h/promenade7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104085445954139234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RtVaq6VWdGI/AAAAAAAAABk/JP4X5Gnd5NM/s320/promenade7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RtVaq6VWdHI/AAAAAAAAABs/JvMkiD8WnPc/s1600-h/promenade4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104085445954139250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RtVaq6VWdHI/AAAAAAAAABs/JvMkiD8WnPc/s320/promenade4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RtVaraVWdII/AAAAAAAAAB0/pXSAvONJl2w/s1600-h/promenade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RtVasKVWdJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XyjJ3gvos_I/s1600-h/promenade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104085467428975762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RtVasKVWdJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XyjJ3gvos_I/s320/promenade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RtVasKVWdKI/AAAAAAAAACE/d7LIkCKht3w/s1600-h/promenade5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104085467428975778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RtVasKVWdKI/AAAAAAAAACE/d7LIkCKht3w/s320/promenade5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Val!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I survived lit, very fortunately. I better start working hard though. Less than 5 weeks left to the final year papers. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday, homily was quite cool. Something for a change. The census thingy. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;y!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even the best falls down sometime.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-4274936477076981186?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/4274936477076981186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/4274936477076981186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/08/yeah-high-school-musical-is-coming-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RtVcVqVWdLI/AAAAAAAAACM/YX6Ju8Oz170/s72-c/high+sch+musical2+-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22435693.post-1638819580946858587</id><published>2007-08-26T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T01:46:15.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think Mrs low is going to murder me after she marks my lit paper. This time, i really really really in for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Caroline, you might not see me in school on thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i couldn't go for shine jesus shine in the end. I'm really sorry diana! At least you had a great time! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;School sucks.&lt;/span&gt; The tests are never ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And i finally realised, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;its not me, its you.&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/22435693-1638819580946858587?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/1638819580946858587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/1638819580946858587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-mrs-low-is-going-to-murder-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-4151826942757152157</id><published>2007-08-20T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:45:40.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Damn&lt;/strong&gt; my braces! Cut my lips again! I cannot understand why people like diana, camelia and sheena can stand it for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And omg. Why history repeating itself again in so many ways?&lt;br /&gt;Like having history and lit test on the same day. My right hand is SO gonna suffer again.&lt;br /&gt;Lit test for diana's class was open book! So unfair! ugh. And here i am mugging so hard just to get a decent grade. Doubt i'll get it though. who can memorise so much in just 3days.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, i finally understand chemistry. I feel so accomplished. Guess paying attention more helps, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And my good friends....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lets just say great minds think alike, so alike they even like the same people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Cheer up my darling friend! When you're tired, just take a rest! When you're down, you know i'll ALWAYS be there for you! (: Talk to me if you need alright?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I dont wanna waste my time on things that will just hurt me in the end;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;like liking you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its her again, isn't it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-4151826942757152157?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/4151826942757152157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/4151826942757152157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/08/damn-my-braces-cut-my-lips-again-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-80293333693100228</id><published>2007-08-18T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:42:06.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;PROMENADE WAS GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love LOVE the songs! (: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the journey started out so well, the day began with clear blue skies. the jounery started out so well, the sisters began with hope in their eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FAITH,HOPE AND LOVE-A musical journey through time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Sarah. We took made pictures, but its all with her. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Will post it up when she sends it to me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday, there was this girl who was doing CIP. She came to us and said,&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, would you like to donate to the Straits Times Pocket money fund? " And here's my dad's reply - "Pocket money heh? i need some too." hahahahaha. My dad is hilarous! And i love him always! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;SHINE JESUS SHINE SOON! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one in a million - hannah montana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;i miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-80293333693100228?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/80293333693100228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/80293333693100228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/08/promenade-was-great-i-love-love-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-6205009994378097854</id><published>2007-08-11T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:10:07.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Friday, 10 Aug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; far east&lt;/span&gt; to get some &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;accessories&lt;/span&gt;, and at the same time, bring &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my little sister&lt;/span&gt; out one last time before she must really mug hard for her psle. lol. Spent about only 2hrs shopping and off we are.&lt;br /&gt;She went for tution, i went for my dental appointment. Boy, i was looking forward for the braces, but at the same time, afraid to get a taste of the painful pull those wires could bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more sweets or anything sticky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more hard food.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No more seeing my teeth without braces till abt 2 years later. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More time spent on cleaning my teeth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;More pain yet to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. But i realised that sitting in that dental chair and waiting for my braces to be done ain't so bad after all. He took about 50min to get the whole thing done and i felt like sleeping. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; for the top, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; for the bottom! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo with dear Xiu hui! :D&lt;br /&gt;Met at Yakun to have breakfast. And guess what! I couldn't chew the bread! So in the end, i only ate egg. haha.&lt;br /&gt;At vivo, just tried some clothes and took pictures with Xiu hui. (:&lt;br /&gt;And yes yes, we went to &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;new urban male&lt;/span&gt;. :D And diana! He was there! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a cap from &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ripcurl&lt;/span&gt; and hey, i can turn it inside out and use it! It works both ways! Ain't it cool!&lt;br /&gt;I had a great day today anyway, aside from all that meals which consisted on porridge only. I am so gonna lose weight man. Bad sign. :(&lt;br /&gt;At least i've got an excuse not to answer aunty audrey's questions tmr. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My brother is coming home soon! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Omg. Believe me. It's such a small world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Is this how we say goodbye?&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/22435693-6205009994378097854?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6205009994378097854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6205009994378097854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday-10-aug.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-6909634417799191794</id><published>2007-08-06T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T23:04:16.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I PLAYED BADMINTON WITH MY DEAR BROTHER TODAY! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Had a great time playing with him. He plays better than me, of course. The damn wind kept 'intruding'. There were many passer-bys. Once, this maid brought down her employer's baby and i brother started making 'monkey' faces at him. lol. Later, we talked about some complicated stuff and some funny encounters he had experienced. It was useful, nonetheless. Overall, i enjoyed the time i spent with him today. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;May God bless and protect him from all dangers on his trip to philipines! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I love my brother! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sun is shining, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll keep driving, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;doesn't matter where. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As long as you are there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We can go anywhere.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-6909634417799191794?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6909634417799191794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6909634417799191794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-played-badminton-with-my-dear-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-6234970938227054558</id><published>2007-08-02T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T18:33:14.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOTS! Managed to get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;promenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tickets for &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Friday, 17th Aug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Announcement: All promenade tickets for Friday are SOLD OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hahaha. luckily we bought it during recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back again today to do the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;damn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;aids project&lt;/span&gt; for english. How i wish we need not do the product and just present by our nice little piece of brochure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emath test tomorrow! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;trigo&lt;/span&gt;! I know you agree with me, sheena! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;TOA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOH. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE &lt;strong&gt;HISTORY CLASSES&lt;/strong&gt; MAN&lt;/span&gt;. It &lt;em&gt;SO &lt;/em&gt;interesting! How can people find history such a chore?! Miss Koh told us many many interesting stories today! And i do look forward for more! (:&lt;br /&gt;Damn! We should have more than 3 periods of history per week. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, history test is postponed to Week 9! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And no no Miss Krishna, i don't want my amath paper back. You can keep it or burn it, then give me a re-test. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Starworld at 630pm on weekdays! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;What you don't know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;can't hurt you anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-6234970938227054558?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6234970938227054558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6234970938227054558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/08/woots-managed-to-get-promenade-tickets.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-3688549768767861603</id><published>2007-07-31T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:45:41.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Frisbee today was fun! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Darn it, still have many tests!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's no kindness in your eyes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're not the person that i once knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I don't even know who you are now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;And i think i don't matter to you anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;(if i ever did)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;You only think of me when there's nobody else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;So i'm just your bloody substitute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;When 'somebody' else is there, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;you probably would be thinking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;who's rachel? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Or maybe you wouldn't even think about me. (wow, thanks a bunch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Why did i ever wasted my time caring for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;when you never ever did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Only your welfare and needs are important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Only you could get angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Only &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; wouldn't care to fix the problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks for letting me &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; see the real you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fucking &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;amath. think i flunked it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;radian sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-3688549768767861603?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/3688549768767861603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/3688549768767861603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/07/theres-no-kindness-in-your-eyes-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-6542374711625441995</id><published>2007-07-27T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T17:53:58.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Barely survived history and lit tests yesterday. And lit was last minute! She only told us in the morning! Luckily it was unseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to sarah's house after school yesterday to study and play (: The jokes we shared and all! Its so fun talking you to sarah! :D Oh, and i stayed for dinner! So did janna. And sarah's mummy's spagetti sauce was great! :D I just had a little difficulty chewing, i have separaters inside. &lt;strong&gt;Painful!&lt;/strong&gt; Gonna put braces soon, on the same day i'm going kayaking. haha. damn. It has been raining &lt;strong&gt;everyday&lt;/strong&gt;! How am i suppose to myself like this? :( Really hope it won't rain on the day i'm kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's amath test totally sucked like hell. No, scratch that. Its far much worse.There wasn't enough time given!! :( Ugh. I am so sure i'm gonna fail it. Shit. One ugly line under my amath mark in the report book coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Like Atticus had said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's no point saying you're sorry when you aren't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;And there's no point saying you love me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;when you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-6542374711625441995?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6542374711625441995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6542374711625441995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/07/barely-survived-history-and-lit-tests.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-8988412197790478748</id><published>2007-07-17T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T23:02:01.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My ribcage is&lt;em&gt; injured&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Slammed right on the damn pole. Sheena suggested me to have an x-ray. But i dont think its that serious? haha.&lt;br /&gt;I am never going up on that parallel bars again. My right arm is ALWAYS weaker than my left. Lost my balance. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Just dont make me laugh. It hurts when i laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheena and me were taking &lt;strong&gt;many photos&lt;/strong&gt; in class today. Its all with her now so i'm not posting any up &lt;em&gt;yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;because Jesus told us to love our enemies.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;A new beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-8988412197790478748?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8988412197790478748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8988412197790478748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-ribcage-is-injured.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-4462352524999816572</id><published>2007-07-13T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T18:29:52.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoho! &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday the 13th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Its just another ordinary day passing by, with the same amount of stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I went to Caroline's house yesterday to play piano! Yay! Caroline teach me more! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cath class on Wed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There was this woman who was mad, and was then brought to a psychiatric center. She was very wild and began swinging everything in sight. Doctors had to take everything from her. But there was this one small coin that she held tightly in her fist and would not give it up. It took 2 strong men to pry open her fist. It was as though she would lose her very self along with the coin. If they deprived her of that last possession, she would have nothing and be nothing more. That, was her fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In doing so, you've already let the hope for a new life float by. You hold fast to what is familiar, even if you aren't proud of it. You feel it safer to cling to a sorry past than to trust in a new future. So you fill your hands with small, clummy coins (that represents your hatred, anger, jealousy, revenge) which you don't want to surrender. You clutch them in your hands as if they were treasures you didn't want to let go. But how do you receive with these clenched fist, without &lt;strong&gt;open hands&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let go, let God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Our class is gonna say the pledge &lt;em&gt;in chinese&lt;/em&gt; on Wed. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wo men shi sing jia po gong min&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;y&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;es you can hold my hands if you want to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;cause i wanna hold yours too.&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/22435693-4462352524999816572?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/4462352524999816572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/4462352524999816572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/07/hoho-friday-13th.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-5129732560438417033</id><published>2007-07-09T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T19:42:37.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saturday 07/07/07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Archdiocesan Youth day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rather a fun experience yet beneficial. Praise and worship was the best best &lt;strong&gt;best &lt;/strong&gt;part, of course. :D &lt;strong&gt;ONE WAY JESUS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 hr workshop was about making choices and who or what most influence your choice.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at 4. That is real early and i didn't have any appetite so i didn't eat much. I'm so sorry for wasting food. :( Sorry God, sorry people in Africa.&lt;br /&gt;Went to expo after this for the youth rally. It was great great great! Loads of people and praise and worship. (: Had a play on jonah and the big fish as well. Pretty cool. But the lady's voice was piercing. Caroline and i were sitting right inside with our class but we wanted to sit with diana and all. But aunty audrey didnt allow. So Caroline and i went to the toilet quite a number of times and went down to 'jump' with the rest when it was praise and worship. I saw many many classmates and i saw camelia! (: It ended at around 930 and the bus took so fregging long to arrive. Reached church very late so supper at lorong 5 lasted till around 1140 and the 56 took like donkey years to arrive. My parents were already pestering me to go home then. angry angry.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it had been a great great day! I hope our church has more p&amp;amp;w! :D Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jesus you are saviour of my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;And forever and forever i'll sing my praises to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, today during history, Ms Koh was teaching us source-based skills and she came across this random question, "How reliable is this source in showing that CHIJ is the best school." And immediately, Val exclaimed, "&lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt; the evidence." Tsk. That egoistic girl. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nothing you confess now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;can make me love you less.&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/22435693-5129732560438417033?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/5129732560438417033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/5129732560438417033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/07/saturday-070707-archdiocesan-youth-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-3571914322761028022</id><published>2007-06-30T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T01:31:01.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;YOUTH DAY TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass.&lt;br /&gt;Performance - catholic high came.&lt;br /&gt;                        - cheer performed.&lt;br /&gt;Recess.&lt;br /&gt;Back to lessons! ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday retreat was about getting real, being realistic. I thought that last year's one was more touching and emo, it was able to make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Father told us some ghost stories. And he scared we people sitting at the back by pointing to the empty spaces near us and shouted the ghost's name! Ugh! It was damn scary la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i went to vivo city today with diana, samantha and kiddy. There was this one time when sam and i were trying to hide from diana and kiddy. Damn hilarous. hahaha. I love spending time with those jokers! :D&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, diana. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;New urban male&lt;/span&gt;! lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The sunshine's finally out. Its my turn now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-3571914322761028022?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/3571914322761028022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/3571914322761028022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/06/youth-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-6850522238029156783</id><published>2007-06-25T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:27:10.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;WE WON! BOTH B AND C DIVISION OBTAINED THE CHAMPIONSHIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champions for 3 years straight! Yayy yayy! (: Ij tp just rocks! (:&lt;br /&gt;B small boat - silver. NJC won.&lt;br /&gt;C small boat - GOLD. :D&lt;br /&gt;B big boat - GOLD. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really happy for the people who rowed. They've got many &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;shiny&lt;/span&gt; medals.&lt;br /&gt;Today was embarrassing. On stage with just a handshake. Lucky Sarah didn't come. &lt;em&gt;oh wells&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese was horrible today. You had to introduce yourself because of the new teacher. Boy, i have many new teachers. The introduction is standard but there's questions like what animal suits you best and whats your ambition. And what i said was pure rubbish. I dont even take bio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping on Sunday with diana, caroline and kiddy was great! Not to mention the nonsensical rubbish we were constantly sprouting. And diana is damn funny! She looked at this display and founded the shirt nice so she said &lt;em&gt;excitedly&lt;/em&gt;, "Lets go in!" But she went in the shop next to it instead! LOL. But diana bought this blouse which i initially thought it wasn't very appealing, until she tried it on. She looks good in it! (: And i bought this jacket but i don't really think i needed it. But it was quite a bargain. It was a great day anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when you're gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the pieces of my heart are missing you.&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/22435693-6850522238029156783?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6850522238029156783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6850522238029156783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-won-both-b-and-c-division-obtained.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-2767396377271949640</id><published>2007-06-21T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T17:09:45.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tuesday after dragonboat, yanling, penny and i went to school to attend &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Doctor Foster's farewell lunch&lt;/span&gt;. What a feast i tell you. There were so much food left and to think yanling and i were in the bus and thinking what if there wasn't enough food cause so many people didn't bring anything and we arrived late. Food like spaghetti, nuggets, bee hoon, pizza, chips (that were totally untouched and in the end we all brought it home. lol), chicken wing and many others were displayed in the table. All the food's nice, but it was cold because we odacians had training earlier. Then we sang a song for doctor foster and he cut the $90 chocolate cake! lol!&lt;br /&gt;Really sad that he going back to &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;australia&lt;/span&gt; and i'm sure 3/3 will DEFINATELY miss him. Man, there goes a slack lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, went to my tution teacher's aunty's condo to have bbq. It for her farewell &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt;. She's going to &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;australia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt;. Man! Why is everyone going to &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;australia&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;The condo is damn nice. It is not those high-rise buildings. It looks like some chalet place, like &lt;em&gt;this plot of land is mine and that plot of land is yours&lt;/em&gt;. The bbq was great! I love all the food, especially the barbequed marshmallows. yum yum. :D&lt;br /&gt;My sister and i played basketball with this girl and my tution teacher. Ugh. And my tution teacher was a basketballer once and hell, she was like scoring almost everytime she shoot the ball in. So ya. My sister and i lost to them, but hey. It was fun. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had db. Ok. I'm not rowing for the competition. Just hope that IJtp will obtain the championship&lt;strong&gt; again&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, the dragon behind our jersey is damn cute! And original too. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sure its easy for you to say;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're not me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not going through what i am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never again will i love you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-2767396377271949640?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/2767396377271949640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/2767396377271949640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/06/tuesday-after-dragonboat-yanling-penny.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-2727772805249468543</id><published>2007-06-16T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T23:09:38.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;7 more days to dragonboat competition!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2 more trainings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more days and &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt; with diana!&lt;br /&gt;8 more days to do holiday homework and school starts. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you diana for your chinese hw though. It helps A LOT. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What goes around, goes around, goes around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comes all the way back around.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, i guessed i deserved it. I'm sorry. Really sorry for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody likes me. Everybody hates me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-2727772805249468543?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/2727772805249468543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/2727772805249468543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/06/7-more-days-to-dragonboat-competition-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-5219108266625530431</id><published>2007-06-10T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T22:57:06.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY XIU HUI DEAR! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;You go boyfriend! lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pizza hut&lt;/span&gt; today to celebrate xiu hui's birthday! Diana, Cam, Xiu hui and keith were all there. haha. So happy cause i so long never spend time with xiu hui and camelia! &lt;em&gt;And xh! We still must go shopping alright! or sentosa also can. (: &lt;/em&gt;We ordered this 2 pizza and Xiu hui and keith eat so little! Camelia too! Diana was very happy of course that we had more to eat. hahaha. After we ate we were just sitting down and chatting. At some point when diana was bored, she started taking everyone's lemon from our ice lemon tea and putting it in her cup and squeezing all the juice out. And ugh.. she drank a bit of that disgustingly sour mixture. Keith was demonstrating how to 'break' a straw. And then xiu hui followed.&lt;br /&gt;Before all this diana and i went for 930am mass. I actually could wake up! hahaha. But i think i yawned umpteen times. Was damn tired. After mass i saw justin, and he was like "You look tan." Who wouldn't if they went for dragonboat 3 times a week?&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. i heard from sarah that Sharon was so pissed with us that she says she doesn't wanna teach us &lt;em&gt;anymore. darn it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;let mercy fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and wash away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;what i've done&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/22435693-5219108266625530431?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/5219108266625530431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/5219108266625530431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-xiu-hui-dear-d-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-1915482521444343001</id><published>2007-06-08T13:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T14:15:35.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RmjxPrY1JOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WnD01kczMB4/s1600-h/at+world"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073570231880066274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RmjxPrY1JOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WnD01kczMB4/s320/at+world%27s+end+-+bobassa,+lizzie,+jack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/Rmjwv7Y1JMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJAXOJb7no8/s1600-h/at+world"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073569686419219650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/Rmjwv7Y1JMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wJAXOJb7no8/s320/at+world%27s+end+-+comparing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/Rmjwv7Y1JNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UzIg_R4UnZs/s1600-h/at+world"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073569686419219666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/Rmjwv7Y1JNI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UzIg_R4UnZs/s320/at+world%27s+end+-+let+me+be+the+captain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;. i just love pirates. Especially jack sparrow. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Watched pirates at world's end &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt; with sarah! (:  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Went to sarah's house yesterday and we watched the special features of the dead man's chest dvd and we were laughing our heads off. And Orlando is hilarous! Sarah agrees! "&lt;em&gt;We're going on a &lt;strong&gt;bone cage&lt;/strong&gt; ride!&lt;/em&gt;" and "&lt;em&gt;Crocodile hunter! Arrr...&lt;/em&gt;"  hahahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh ya! Went to mediacorp the other day to support Joanna. Yayy! She got in! Congrats Jo! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh man. I wish there's gonna be pirates 4.  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-1915482521444343001?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/1915482521444343001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/1915482521444343001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/06/lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3_gQ4CLqn8g/RmjxPrY1JOI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WnD01kczMB4/s72-c/at+world%27s+end+-+bobassa,+lizzie,+jack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22435693.post-8176835480707284142</id><published>2007-06-05T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:32:20.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Happy belated birthday grandma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thursday, had lunch at Calton hotel. (hey sarah and diana, do you rmb this is our P6 grad tea place. lol) My cousins took a lot of pictures with my grandma, and i think her eyes were blinded by the flash of all the camera lights. Her birthday cake was rather huge and in the end we didn't finish it. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, went shopping with my parents and sister. You should have seen my mummy when she was at this shoe shop sale. Gee. I chose a pair of shoes and she was like why you don't choose somemore? Very cheap leh. hahha. But i dont buy things for the sake of buying, or else in the end i wouldn't even enjoy the buy.&lt;br /&gt;My dad wasn't interested &lt;em&gt;obviously&lt;/em&gt;, so he went off to Mac's cause he say he was very hungry. ( And i thought he had his lunch already. lol) Met him there after our shopping. Then had dinner at &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sakae sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Yum! :D But i think it cost quite a bomb. &lt;em&gt;oops.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had dragonboat. Again. Rowed in c div big boat today and i dont know how come there's such a rule whereby sec3s can row in c div. Sarah was in my boat too! (: And you did GREAT sarah! Must sleep early and have breakfast more often!  Sharon made me row right side, (when my normal side is left) because there's too many left rowers today. And i totally sucked at the right side. And miss teo kept telling me that my blade angle was out. &lt;em&gt;Of course&lt;/em&gt; i knew that, but its not so easy to adjust just like that. Sharon just shaked her head and made me change back to left. It felt so much better.&lt;br /&gt;Ate at long john's after that with 3 juniors. They were so hilarous. They wanted to go watch movie when they just rowed amd never change. Boy, i wonder what the other people will think. Maybe they'll say , "Hey how come my popcorn so salty?!" lol. Jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I've been watching but the stars refuse to shine;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just in case I ever need them again someday&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/22435693-8176835480707284142?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8176835480707284142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8176835480707284142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-belated-birthday-grandma-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-2143254763215325190</id><published>2007-05-29T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T12:35:49.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I LOVE PIRATES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE JACK SPARROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I LOVE WILL AND ELIZABETH! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the best show ever on earth!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to watch it again!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch with sarah! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Diana didnt believe me that there was something right in the end after the credits. And diana. stop telling me its not nice. Obviously u prefer the 2nd one. Its hilarous! But pirates 1 2 and 3 are ALL nice ok! Oh. not nice. Its FABULOUS! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo ho, all together... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i seriously wanna learn how to sing that song! :D&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/22435693-2143254763215325190?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/2143254763215325190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/2143254763215325190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-love-pirates-i-love-jack-sparrow-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-3203274324289052905</id><published>2007-05-24T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T21:58:08.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dragonboat yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Sharon (the coach) made us do 100++ pumping. Those adults just standing there heard sharon saying 100+ pumping and they gave this really shocked and sympathetic look. And we still owe her 300 more. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;She kept calling me rachel &lt;em&gt;low&lt;/em&gt;, I'M NOT RACHEL LOW! ITS Y-E-O. &lt;strong&gt;YEO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She complained that our boat was too quiet. We were previously very noisy and she often scolded us for talking so much. Then yesterday, she was like, "Eh. Why you all so quiet huh? Why suddenly like after exam then you all so quiet. Is it because you all never do well?" Yes, came the sluggish answer. And she said, "&lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;GOD!&lt;/em&gt; What happened to my lively and enthu girls? Please don't kidnap them. Can you all bring back their spirit?" Again, our reply was yes but in the same slow and 'draggy' tone. &lt;em&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY GOD!"&lt;/em&gt; she shouted.  But what i really liked of all the things she said was,&lt;br /&gt;"Girls, everyone is tired. Not only you. Don't only think about yourself. Think about the team. In dragonboat, there's no such thing as 'i', there's only 'WE'. "&lt;br /&gt;But my sitting arrangement sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really used to it. I'm so used to not having anyone in front of me. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;PIRATES&lt;/span&gt; ON SUNDAY! WHOOTS! I CAN HARDLY WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;anyone else wanna join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is it just infatuation?&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/22435693-3203274324289052905?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/3203274324289052905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/3203274324289052905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/05/dragonboat-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-8619473024147501752</id><published>2007-05-22T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:21:54.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE THREE&lt;/strong&gt; TOTALLY OWN THE NETBALL COURT YESTERDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayy! We won ALL matches against the other classes! Extremely jubilated!! (: &lt;br /&gt;I played as the defender, either WD or GD. And defending kiddy in the 3/2 vs. 3/3 match was damn tiring. She was a pro, yes she was. But she was like playing BASKETBALL! And her basketball skills are whoots! Good man! And she was pretty rough. But nvm. In the end we still won. (:  Haha. And when elaine was the attacker for 3/1, and i was supposed to defend her, and she was trying to distract me. " Eh rachel! Got sandwich there!" I wasn't so gullible so i didnt care about the 'sandwich'. There wasn't even one. lol. And there was this part when i was really tired of running here and there so i just walked. And elaine ran all the way up front and suddenly turned behind and shouted," Hey where's rachel! EH RACHEL! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DEFEND ME." hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Playing against 3/8 in the first game felt funny. At one side, my good friend diana was saying "NO NO NO! DON'T SCORE! Rachel you better stop defending my classmates."  And on the other side, my classmates were like " GO RACHEL! GO TIARA! GO 3/3!"  Haha. Anyway, i played the best i could and by the time i played the 6th game, my feet were sore.&lt;br /&gt;And today when i woke up, everywhere ached. And i didnt feel like laughing, cos if i did, my stomach muscles hurt and my sunburnt face hurt as well. Ugh. But nvm, winning for 3/3 was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad, 3/3 only came in 3rd overall cause we didnt do too well for cheer and maybe, fancy dress. Nvm. i had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;plus. diana looked like a boiled lobster. but today she resembles rudolph..lol. Kidding diana! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe it was all a lie. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe i've never ever really felt &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like giving up on you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-8619473024147501752?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8619473024147501752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8619473024147501752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/05/three-three-totally-own-netball-court.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-8718665819075609178</id><published>2007-05-19T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T11:26:07.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Life stinks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its a hell lot worse&lt;/em&gt; than the kallang water i dragonboat in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents - not understanding AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Friends - dont really think they know how i feel. some only use you. they only talk to you when someone else 'cooler' is not there. Then when that someone is there, they'll just forget you.&lt;br /&gt;Results - the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it my fault when &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; are the one who shoved me aside when i just started using the com so that you can use it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it my fault when &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;are the one who uses the com for so many fucking hrs and i could only use it late at night? And then you scold me for using the com at such a late hr?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And you threatened me that you'll take out the com wire so that i can't use it anymore. &lt;strong&gt;Hell&lt;/strong&gt;. i think you'll be the one who would be more deprived of the com than me! &lt;strong&gt;You're &lt;/strong&gt;the one who uses the com &lt;strong&gt;immediately&lt;/strong&gt; when you come home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it EVERYBODY'S fault when the whole level don't do well for that particular subject and you call ALL OF US ATROCIOUS?!  And that i am the worst among them? Fuck! If i give you that damn effing hard paper to do i bet you score a whole lot worse than we 'atrocious pple'.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;And i dont fucking give a damn abt you anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;What kinda 'friend' takes away your joy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;If God has a reason for everything, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;i wanna know the reason for this, for you being in my life.&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/22435693-8718665819075609178?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8718665819075609178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8718665819075609178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-stinks.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-4778336965721807201</id><published>2007-05-17T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T22:46:30.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today is the worst day ever!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL my results suck. Amath was very disappointing. And i lost 11 marks for e math cause of carelessness!! ARGH!!!! Lit is like omgosh...terrible terrible, almost failed it. Out of the 3 papers, i just passed one. Lucky for that ONE paper. Mrs low came in and she was like, "i have grades at A1,A2,B3,B4,C5,C6,D7,E8 andF9 . ALL the grades, this class has." What are we gonna do abt it man. Luckily i had my history to pull up my ss mark, but still, it was badly done overall.&lt;br /&gt;I just need to pass chinese now and no D7 or lower for all subjects. Yes, i can do it. 50% on the dot is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm damn unfit now. Yesterday's Odac training actually gave my muscle ache. And the 'slow slow' sit-ups were terrible, but nvm. I think more of it and i can get abs. :D&lt;br /&gt;After Odac, went sarah's hse to accompany her when she was going to to face this 'terrifying creature' under her altar table. She took the pole (as a defence) and flashed the torchlight at where it was. Omgosh. I told sarah not to scream when she sees it but unfortunately, she did. So i screamed as well ( and my scream was worse than her cos i thought it flew. ). Chain reaction.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see it too. So out of my curiosity, i peered under the table and thank God it didnt look at me. Those owl's eyes are REALLY scary.&lt;br /&gt;Didnt want to waste so much time just looking at one motionless owl that was just as scared as we were, so we used the com. And we had to shut the door just in case it flew in. We even brought in the pole. Haha. I think our actions were rather comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dinner with my cousin from Australia. She bought wallet and bag for me. (: So happy. She really does miss the local food so she ate quite a lot. Talking and laughing with her was great and i wished i could have more time in the june holidays to accompany her. those db trainings, really does take up quite a lot of my time. At least i can get a tan! :D But i think i'll just end up getting sunburn and the skin will just peel and all the tan's gone. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think i disappointed not only myself, but my tution teacher and mummy, daddy too. Argh. Dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is "F"ed up straight from the heart;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;your attitude towards me just made it worse.&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/22435693-4778336965721807201?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/4778336965721807201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/4778336965721807201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/05/today-is-worst-day-ever-all-my-results.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-6722848233597323195</id><published>2007-05-10T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T23:32:59.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES! MID-YEARS ARE &lt;em&gt;FINALLY&lt;/em&gt; OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Amath&lt;/span&gt; today was alright i guess. At least now i know i can improve from my last amath test result. This time i am sure i can pass. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to go Jack's place for lunch to celebrate my dad's bd but my brother suggested New York instead. Had a great time just talking and eating, the meal was certainly VERY FILLING. My brother was being racist again and i wonder how come his malay and indian friends still wanna be his friend. tsk.&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we ate at Anderson for ice cream. Omgosh. i seriously dunno how i managed to eat the whole sundae when my stomach was already blotted. This indian man was cleaning the window from the outside and i was like,' hell. and i thought why the rain only came from one side.' And the indian looked pretty wrong. Anyway. After all these, we went shopping for a while and then &lt;em&gt;ate again&lt;/em&gt;. i think i shall name today "&lt;strong&gt;GLUTTON DAY&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! i can &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; catch up on &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;heroes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because just seeing you smile makes my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe, just maybe.&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/22435693-6722848233597323195?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6722848233597323195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6722848233597323195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/05/yes-mid-years-are-finally-over-amath.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-638264360447367792</id><published>2007-05-04T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T20:01:14.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LIT AND HISTORY KILLED RACHEL'S RIGHT HAND TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew practicing to write with my left hand would come into handy one day. And caroline always called me stupid for doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH! ONLY 3 PAPERS TO GO! AND ALL THE BURDEN WOULD BE GONE! WHOO HOO! CAN'T WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;JACK'S PLACE ON THURSDAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i seriously have the urge to get back my e math paper, sarah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whoots! wu zun is HOT HOT HOT.&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/22435693-638264360447367792?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/638264360447367792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/638264360447367792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/05/lit-and-history-killed-rachels-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-4902125964598466678</id><published>2007-04-28T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T22:49:36.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The praise and worship session on friday really really REALLY made my day. Though it wasn't exactly what i expected, it was really meaningful. I learnt from the phrase "give and take away". I guess God gives us some things and at the same time takes away.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song that lifted my spirits :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay my life down at your feet&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one i need&lt;br /&gt;I turn to you and you are always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In troubled times its you i seek&lt;br /&gt;I put you first thats all i need&lt;br /&gt;I humble all i am, All to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that i could live for&lt;br /&gt;One Way&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that i could live for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are always, always there&lt;br /&gt;Every how and everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Your grace abounds so deeply within me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wil never ever change&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday today the same&lt;br /&gt;Forever till forever meets no end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that i could live for&lt;br /&gt;One Way&lt;br /&gt;Jesus&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that i could live for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the way the truth and the light&lt;br /&gt;We live by faith and not by sight ... for you&lt;br /&gt;We're living all for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes,lord. i agape you.&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/22435693-4902125964598466678?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/4902125964598466678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/4902125964598466678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/04/praise-and-worship-session-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-6418101916132316008</id><published>2007-04-23T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T21:33:40.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was a knock on the door.&lt;br /&gt;Dad : Yes, may i help you?&lt;br /&gt;The 2 boys peered at my father.&lt;br /&gt;1 of the boys : Er..Hi sir. We are selling ice-cream.......(blah blah blah)&lt;br /&gt;My mother didnt even know the price and she shouted " So expensive!" in teochew. Her expression was damn hilarous and i started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;The boys talked and talk till a point where they said all were sold out except for 1 flavour. My dad interrupted : Sold out? everytime sold out then you all come.&lt;br /&gt;Boys: Huh. I dunno. My boss say sold out.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Why. Your boss think buy 1 get 1 free then he take all ah.&lt;br /&gt;(my sister and i laughed like mad)&lt;br /&gt;B(innocently) :No no. He nv buy.&lt;br /&gt;Then he started stating the promotion and all. And my dad said,&lt;br /&gt;D : Boy, you got cold ah.&lt;br /&gt;B : huh?&lt;br /&gt;D : I think you sell too much ice-cream already. You better faster go home. Na, take this tissue packet.&lt;br /&gt;B :huh. no need la sir.&lt;br /&gt;D : No you better take it. you need to wipe your nose.&lt;br /&gt;B (embarrassed, took the tissue packet and pulled out a piece and returned it to my dad.) thank you sir.&lt;br /&gt;D : Nevermind you can keep it. This tissue free one. Not like ice-cream must pay.&lt;br /&gt;(the laughter grew louder)&lt;br /&gt;D : Ok la. I'll buy. But i can take it by myself. Later your flu get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh. my dad is so hilarous. but he didnt really have to go disturb the boys until like that. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night's steamboat family dinner at my hse was great!! Ate till i was damn full! And surprisingly, i ate finish my rice first! HA! (caroline and other non-believers) I'm not as slow as you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;doesnt your conscious EVER get to you. maybe you just dont have any.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-6418101916132316008?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6418101916132316008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/6418101916132316008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/04/there-was-knock-on-door.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-8911852376819290164</id><published>2007-04-20T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T17:53:05.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I could not believe it, the truth is simply overwhelming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Talking to my mummy last night for like 1 hr and 40min was GREAT! SPECTACULAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;She patiently listened to me when i poured out almost everything i've been through for these past 8 months. She didnt mind me talking abt boys. In fact, she sounded so interested. Her eyes practically lit up and she laughed when i talked abt andre. I cannot believe it. I always thought my mummy was so strict and traditional that she'll probably not allow me to speak to even one guy. or she'll whack the hell of out me if she ever finds out. Turns out i was wrong. Or i guess yesterday she was just in an extremely good mood. Shared some friend issues too and she shaked her head at first when i told her abt the most current one. She was asking me why we had to be so childish. "I dont fren you...you dont fren me." she said. But that thought never cross my mind - i still treat her as my friend. and its not i didnt do anything to make the situation better. my mummy just concluded, 'i guess you have to take the initiative then'. And thinking of this and what sheena asked me.... its like putting me in a spot. Both are right to a certain extent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All in all i really appreciate my mummy for taking some time with me to 'enlighten' me. After all, she IS the more experienced one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like chopping off my nose. Damn flu is getting EXTREMELY annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And chinese today was great again! Cos there's Cam! (hey cam. arent u honoured.) And i improved in my ting li!! 8/10! Yay!!! &lt;em&gt;lao shi, i ke yi ting de hor&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And thank you sarah for the taxi ride home today! I hope your grandma didnt arrive earlier than the expected time. argh. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;S -supernatural!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;is being different wrong.&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/22435693-8911852376819290164?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8911852376819290164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8911852376819290164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-could-not-believe-it-truth-is-simply.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-8423375525285190277</id><published>2007-04-17T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T19:09:40.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Thank you &lt;strong&gt;Sheena&lt;/strong&gt; for helping me remember a VERY important sentence from a cinderella story, just when i really wanted to give up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pe - played pickle ball today. Went all the way up to the netball court. Such amateurs we were at that game. But its alright! Practice makes perfect. Talking to Cam and sheena after sch today was really great. (though it was a short one but still..) We were just catching up on each other's life and sharing some unhappiness. After that long meaningful chat, cam had chem lesson. Mrs Tay was hilarous. Her voice could be heard from my classroom! " Girls! Stop&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; chalking&lt;/span&gt;!" lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I thank the Lord for this period of my life. It really did open my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;they can say what they wanna say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;i just don't care anymore;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;yeah, its always my fault.im always the one in the wrong. you happy now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-8423375525285190277?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8423375525285190277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8423375525285190277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/04/thank-you-sheena-for-helping-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-4805419887762379857</id><published>2007-04-16T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T18:30:16.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OMGOSH! I FEEL LIKE CRYING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Her scissors just went snip, snip, snip and its gone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Argh! My fringe is so friggin' short now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yesterday i just found out how meaningless i meant to you. HOW SPLENDID.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&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/22435693-4805419887762379857?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/4805419887762379857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/4805419887762379857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/04/omgosh-i-feel-like-crying-her-scissors.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-4799389985979367946</id><published>2007-04-14T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:46:44.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friday-FIESTA!&lt;br /&gt;Had 2 stalls to help out at - odac and my class's. And both shifts were at the same time. Kept running up and down to help with both stalls. A little tiring though. But i kept going back to my class's because our game was so fish. For real fishes. And thats the prize. The fishes were damn fun to play with. And this stall was OH SO HOT! So many people wanna play our game. And i think its damn unfair that the pple who came first had SO many fishes to catch while the 'late late pple' had so little. some pple only caught 1. I feel so sad for them. The odac stall was a game where sponges were soaked in paint and it was to be thrown at the odacians holding the 'score pts' paper And so many pple were aiming for the odacian's face la. haha. Luckily i nv volunteer for that. I only did the first slot - helping out in setting up the stall.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to visit other stalls. And then went to the canteen to see what delicious food they have. Teachers were in charge of cooking. Omg. Dr foster's damn hilarous. He asked me to buy a hotdog bread (cos thats wat he's selling) when i already had pizza in my hands. So i said i wasnt really very hungry and he told me," Its ok. Hotdogs ALWAYS go well with pizza." LOL. Miss Kishna is also another comical one. She was selling muffins. And muffins were sold in sch everyday, so we (estella and me) were not really interested in buying it. Recognising that we were her students, she smiled at us. Then this teach came to ask abt her business. She said, " Not gd la. Pple only go to attractive teachers. I'm not attractive so nobody come. " HAHAHA. We laughed like mad la!&lt;br /&gt;IJ superstar - Some pple said it was not worth it. Anyway i was sitting outside the hall, painting my nails and doing the body tattoo, so i could here. Many pple were sneaking in but it didnt wk. I sneaked in at the end. Just wanted to see who won. Speaking abt winning, caroline is DAMN lucky to win the lucky draw thingy la. 1ST PRIZE LEH! $50 Zara voucher. Shopping! (:&lt;br /&gt;Gayle for SG idol2 came to our sch to sing. Her 1st song was not really gd. The second one was WAYYYY BETTER. And i love that song! ((:&lt;br /&gt;All good things must come to an end. But we did enjoy ourselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night - went for session. Abt the F word thingy. I dont really use it so did not make much of an impact on me. But it still worked. It worked when i was doing my 2.4 and the skin on my feet tore. And it bled (and i wanted to use the F word but i rmbed session so i resisted), so it was difficult to move it. But my odac teacher's voice just kept ringing in my ears saying " DONT GIVE UP! AN ODACIAN NEVER GIVES UP!" So, proudly to say, i didnt. Just kept running and running.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. After session we went to macs as usual. And the manager was not happy with us. We still bought their food right. Anyway i had to leave early, so i went off with totto-chan. LOL. And he was telling racist jokes la. I wondered what happened to the ' Elimination of Racial Discrimination day'.  haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dammit. I think i screwed my chinese oral. At least she gave me better attention (although i was the last girl) than my previous teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams coming! ))))):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-4799389985979367946?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/4799389985979367946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/4799389985979367946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/04/friday-fiesta-had-2-stalls-to-help-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-1670239827271797900</id><published>2007-04-06T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T01:47:14.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TELL ME WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN IT ALL FALLS APART;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I didn't get around to kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Goodbye on the hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wish that I could see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I know that I can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now you are gone, now you are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There you go, there you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Somewhere I can't bring you back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Was the day I found it won't be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love you, grandma.&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/22435693-1670239827271797900?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/1670239827271797900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/1670239827271797900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/04/tell-me-what-do-you-do-when-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-3691506103123567377</id><published>2007-04-02T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:07:03.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Diana's house today after school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Took a cab to her home cause she couldn't walk properly. Caroline and kiddy went too. Caroline slammed the taxi door at diana's fingers. OUCH. I feel so painful for diana's finger when i saw it. OUCH OUCH OUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Studied and of course played music. I FINALLY get to hear the sweet escape by gwen and akon. I LOVE IT! ((:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Physics hw was a killer. I hate it. Wouldnt wanna do it again. uh uh. never.  Oh man. i forgot to borrow the S club 7 Cd from diana. Darn it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Caroline left early. And she left her bottle at diana's hse. How absent-minded. And to think diana actually wanted to throw it down to caroline!! From the 9th floor?! Crazy. I think most probably caroline wouldnt have caught it and it'll end up hitting an innocent passer-by's head. They are so going to jail then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Kiddy, me and diana chatted. Wasnt really concentrated in doing my work anymore. (the physicsy stuff was getting on my nerves. but i still think it's WAY MUCH BETTER than bio.lol.)  Managed to catch up on our 'gossip'. Haha. And diana and kiddy pranked messaged some people. omgosh. I feel so sympathetic towards regina. She was SO worried la! And they just laughed and asked her to read the msg they sent her CAREFULLY. oh gosh. But i gotta admit. IT WAS HILAROUS. What a laugh we had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Yayy!! Tmr i'm going her hse again! Can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just wanna hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The flowers say ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;See if the cool wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Carries my dreams ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Watch you playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In the sunbeams.&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/22435693-3691506103123567377?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/3691506103123567377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/3691506103123567377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/04/dianas-house-today-after-school-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-5011735053641288481</id><published>2007-03-30T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T18:25:54.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;and when the damn bursts, all you can do is swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The world of pretend is a cage, not a cacoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We can only lie to ourselves for so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;We ARE tired, we ARE scared; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;denying it doesn't change the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sooner or later we have to face the the world head on, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;guns blazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Denial. Its not just a river in Egypt - it's a frickin' ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So how do you keep from drowning in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;They kept naggin about results and other small &lt;strong&gt;meaningless&lt;/strong&gt; things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes she wonders if they were naggin cause they just wanna show their authority or just venting out their stress on her sis and her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She could only hold on for so long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She shouted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"RESULTS RESULTS RESULTS! IS THERE ALL YOU CARE ABT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DO YOU EVEN SEE HOW MUCH EFFORT WE PUT INTO THE WORK?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;There was silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And she mumbled, "And you think you're the only ones who are stressed?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Her father used his normal approach,"Darling, are you ok? Why are you so.. so grumpy today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;She didnt take the effort to answer. Cause she knows them. They're ashamed and have nothing to say. She have had her say. &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Little by little the wheels of your life have slowly fallen off.&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/22435693-5011735053641288481?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/5011735053641288481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/5011735053641288481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/03/reality-has-way-of-sneaking-up-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-2283889663066139169</id><published>2007-03-27T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T22:56:31.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reflection after e-learning: I think going to school is MUCH better.&lt;br /&gt;The work given in the internet is SO much more than in school.&lt;br /&gt;And there's like so many essays.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't even touched the lit essay. I am so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2.4 timing sucks like hell. I need 40 seconds less to get an A.&lt;br /&gt;Darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with elaine and her other friends to watch a movie today - bean's holiday. It was pretty hilarous. A lot of retarded actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg now. Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-2283889663066139169?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/2283889663066139169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/2283889663066139169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/03/reflection-after-e-learning-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-5869176184145498953</id><published>2007-03-24T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:43:40.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Cheryl's party last night was great! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I love all the food, especially the chocolate! Haha. Ate until damn full. Stella's DS was so exciting and fun to play with! Man i wished i had one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Laughed a lot and then went up to cheryl's hse. I love her dog! Its so cute! Played with it for a while. Diana and kiddy were having a wonderful time with the i-gallop thingy. I think they were trying to make their ass bigger ( like what caroline commented). haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;E learning sucks big time. Though we get to wake up late, the work load is much more than in school! And they expect us to spend 6hrs at the com? Thats so gonna hurt my eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Waiting now for the prata hse photos from xiu hui. Man, whats taking it SO long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-5869176184145498953?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/5869176184145498953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/5869176184145498953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/03/cheryls-party-last-night-was-great-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-5058198975422234896</id><published>2007-03-22T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:46:07.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TODAY'S THE BEST DAY &lt;em&gt;EVER&lt;/em&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(though there were some disappointments due to the track events results i ran for, it still is the BEST!)&lt;br /&gt;After sports day, went to caroline's hse. Ran in the gym ( and i dunno why i run so much for. Already ran in the morning) , swam! Yeah! hahaha. It was so fun swimming at the pool and the water was EXTREMELY cold but that didnt spoil our mood! (:  And yayy! I FINALLY succeeded floating man! Thank you caroline! Playing at the baby pool was great! The water was SO warm and i had fun splashing here and there.  The sauna was damn misty and i could hardly see caroline's face. hahaha. Oh yeah. And i didnt get a tan. How sad. The passing clouds kept blocking the sun. All in all, i had an extremely jubilous time! THANK YOU CAROLINE! I LOVE YOU MAN! ((:&lt;br /&gt;After this, we went to buy lunch at 1640. How late. Bought something light and brought it to church. Talked for a while then left to meet THE GANG of 04! Yayy!!! We ate at prata hse and were laughing and talking about our old times (like people's crushes at that time. I cant believe i was so innocent. I didnt have any. hahaha.)  I just love this gathering! Roslyn was SUPER high and i laughed so much that my stomach hurt and i couldnt eat. hahahaha. Oh yes, we sang bd song for diana too (although that was abt 3 days ago). The shopkeeper joined in too and everyone was looking at us. (whoots! we had &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; the attention! hahaha.)  Took photos too. I just love this gang man. Its a pity that we actually split. And 2 and 1/4 years just passed like that. Wow.  Anyway, we had a whale of a time!  Can't wait for the next gathering! I hope its not the confirmation one. Thats WAY too long. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, before i forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KENNETH! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-5058198975422234896?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/5058198975422234896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/5058198975422234896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/03/todays-best-day-ever-though-there-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-2286469254271156252</id><published>2007-03-15T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T18:02:53.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just came back from CYF camp. Its a great camp i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I got to make new friends and establish a stronger relationships with the other friends. I found out that some people were not as unfriendly i thought. Its easier to talk to them than i thought. Yayy!&lt;br /&gt;Was initially in group 4 with andrew and joycelyn. But then dunno why pauline make me swop with lionel from grp 1. &lt;em&gt;JI PA BAN! (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sessions were pretty meaningful. Learnt something more about God and importance of my friends and family. Was pretty heartache to cancel the 10 people on my list though. I liked the media session especially because they played some scenes of friends! (: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Go joey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second night was the most solemn moment of the camp i must say. The reenacting of the passover. The food was alright but i never enjoy consuming lamb so i didnt eat it. Then had the washing of feet. Felt a little awkward when the leaders or friends kissed my feet. Wanted to wash addison's feet but he seemed so popular that night that i gave up waiting. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third day woke up early just for odac - dragon boating. I seriously would have just stayed at camp if my attendance didnt suck. The coach was like a monster. She made us do about 200 push ups on the road. And my knee was already injured on the second day of camp due to the water bomb game. There's no sympathy in her. So my knee just got worse. At least i still could walk. I felt so damn happy when i went back to camp. It was like being released from the jaws of that menacing terror. At the camp, found out who my angel was. (but i already knew it was him so not very exciting.haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real glad i managed to talk my dad to allow to go for this camp. Wasn't exactly an easy job though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yayy! My mummy's coming home. Gotta admit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I do miss her.&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/22435693-2286469254271156252?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/2286469254271156252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/2286469254271156252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-came-back-from-cyf-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-8784771068831440358</id><published>2007-03-06T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:13:12.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ADVENTURE CAMP WAS RUIN BY THE RAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Day 1 - Amazing race was first. Combined with 38 and 39.  Diana was in my group. Yayy! (:  But because it was so early in the morning that we didnt feel motivated to run. So we just talked abt church as we &lt;em&gt;pretended&lt;/em&gt; to find clues and sing as we walked. In the end, the rain spoilt the paper so no use handing up. Pretty wise of us to not find for those freggin' clues. (:   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dragonboating was so slack compared to training! It would have been more fun if the drops of rain quit splattering on our faces.  We were all soaked thanks to the rain and - the other boys who were training in the other boat.  3 boats charged madly towards us and we were so helpless that all the pacers did was screamed.  -_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At night.  Night walk was pretty fun. Going in the dark and pple in black just coming out of the bushes scaring us. There was this instructor whom i guess was bored scaring us after a while, just said; " Hi girls."   Sheena's reaction - " So?! "  OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Time to hit the sack (or tents), not allowed to eat in the tents but heck. The 5 of us (estella, val, gladys, sheena and me) were happily munching and chewing until we were disturbed by a classmate . Here's what she said; "Guys, if you wanna play blackjack, my tent."  I have to admit it was pretty tempting to go but we just felt like pigs. After eating, slept.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Day 2 - Nothing much. Just ropes coruse for almost the whole day. I tried one team element thingy and didnt succeed to ring the bell right on top. :(   The sun was so strong that afternoon that almost everyone got sunburnt. Even diana's scalp was red. OUCH. The worst part, she didnt even realise it till monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then evening, the rain poured. Tents were flooded.  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;GALA NIGHT - Yayy! i love almost all the performance. Each unique and hilarous in its own way.  But SUPERFOSTERS STILL ROCK! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Went back to school to sleep. Yayy! Civilisation and DRY ground!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Day 3 - Games. Then ended the camp with cheers and taking of photograph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'll miss the instructors. They're so comical! (:&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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh. And i failed amath &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-8784771068831440358?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8784771068831440358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/8784771068831440358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/03/adventure-camp-was-ruin-by-rain-day-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-1351612566469080248</id><published>2007-02-24T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:58:30.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yes! I can finally blog!! (Thx to my mum's laptop. she should bring it home more often. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank all those who'd given me all those valentine's day presents! I love them all. And i love THREE THREE OH SEVEN too. My class's beginning to rock ever since we mingled. (of course &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; everyone is nice but hey, thats a different story) I can't wait for camp this coming thursday to saturday! But i really hope it doesn't rain. Who wants to sleep with rain seeping through the ground under your tents? Oh yeah. There's dragonboating too. But why can't we just wear slippers instead of shoes? I'm so gonna take out my shoes when i'm in the boat.&lt;br /&gt;Yayy i can't wait for camp. I just love the people who's gonna be in my tent. Oh yayy oh yayy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese new year was great! Received lots of ang bao! Earned some &lt;em&gt;cha-ching&lt;/em&gt; through gambling. (oops) haha. Had great fun when playing with my cousin. &lt;em&gt;Oh oh. Addison you gotta teach me to play mahjong!&lt;/em&gt; I'm so jealous when i see my cousins happily playing when i'm just dumbly standing at one corner supporting one of the players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the tests' results are beginning to kill me. I'm doing real badly and feeling extremely disappointed in myself.&lt;br /&gt;So now, my mummy hired a tution teacher. &lt;em&gt;shucks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-1351612566469080248?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/1351612566469080248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/1351612566469080248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/02/yes-i-can-finally-blog-thx-to-my-mums.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-117128723505881422</id><published>2007-02-12T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:44:33.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Went to SCGS straight after sch today in a cab to support the IJ badminton team. [well, mostly diana. She's been rather nervous abt her matches so i gotta do something since im her friend. (: ] The game started already when we arrived. So we missed the first match, but we lost for that one. :( We were cheering our lungs out for all the remainding matches and the first 4 results were pretty disappointing. &lt;em&gt;And diana! You tried your best! It's not ur last match, there's still hope! (:&lt;/em&gt; The last match was great! We won! We were all jumping and screaming. Yayy! Go Shakina! Hey at least we won 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit today was so STRESSFUL! Nicole teo was extremely fast! She talks like a bullet-train! Its so hard to keep up with her. Man, i shall not complain that mag low speaks too fast from now on. When will she be back; i miss her teaching awfully much.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm gonna fail another test - physics. I thought some things were so insignificant so i didnt study. And dammit. They came out. I was completely blank and fustrated. Had a great urge to tear it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mum. Whats her probs man. Everyday nag nag nag and its always over the same stuff. From my sister's messiness to her results to MY results and she insulting my brain retarTed. Please, its retarDed for the 1000th time. In the morning, she always shows me black face.&lt;br /&gt;She's so mean la. EVERYDAY using vulgarity against me. I'm nice enough not to slam the door or retort back la. One day, just wait and see, i'm gonna vent all my anger out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAYY! VALENTINE'S COMING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-117128723505881422?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/117128723505881422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/117128723505881422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/02/went-to-scgs-straight-after-sch-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-117067492814926641</id><published>2007-02-05T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T19:28:48.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cath class yesterday was rather 'emo'. It was an all quiet and reflective session. Was quite boring cause i've already sorta been through this on one of CYF's session. I just wished that justin would quit 'saboing' me.&lt;br /&gt;Physics today was seriously damn boring, i swear. I almost slept in class but the teacher's voice keep interrupting my 'peaceful moment'. School was kinda slack all day after that.&lt;br /&gt;After sch, stayed back with sarah and elaine. FINALLY got to talk with that &lt;em&gt;busy girl &lt;/em&gt;from 3/1. We caught up quite a lot.&lt;em&gt; Gossips&lt;/em&gt;.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-117067492814926641?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/117067492814926641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/117067492814926641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/02/cath-class-yesterday-was-rather-emo.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-117006731611857768</id><published>2007-01-29T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T18:49:51.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/177/1869/1600/519615/P1010801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/177/1869/320/572993/P1010801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Our most satisfied work of the day. GO CHOCOLATE TEAM. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;And i finally got my phone back. No need for explaination. I got him at such a nice timing. He had to go off soon, so he just rushed to return me the phone and tell me not to commit that mistake again. It was just a silly impulsive reaction to answer to phone. Wasted diana and my precious time cracking our brains for an extremely GOOD answer to the om. Gee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-117006731611857768?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/117006731611857768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/117006731611857768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/01/our-most-satisfied-work-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116981889422918829</id><published>2007-01-26T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:44:08.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;DAMN HIM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WHAT'S HIS EFFING PROBLEM LA?!! TRYING TO FIND JOY IN OTHER PEOPLE'S SORROW?!?! HOW MANY PHONES HE WANNA CONFISCATE HUH?! WANNA OBTAIN A WHOLE COLLECTION IZZIT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TAKE MY PHONE AWAY STILL NOT SATISFIED IZZIT?! MUST SAY THOSE HURTFUL WORDS TO ME!! THX LA! !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;TAN MA DE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116981889422918829?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116981889422918829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116981889422918829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/01/damn-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116964164779274635</id><published>2007-01-24T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T22:22:31.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, had the 'chit chat' session with the principal, Mrs R. Lee. It was actually quite fun, just voicing out our views and contradictions to her. Was supposed to have this session in the ava. However, another teacher booked it so we just sat down on the floor in the beurel gallery. It was my FIRST time going in there and it was something i was looking forward to view. It was a cosy environment and an alternative to the tedious lessons. The walls had pictures of the school's history and past teachers (who were nuns) and below were descriptions and captions. What's best- its air-conditioned. So, she had us complaining or complimenting about the school activities and facilities. Yes, we did request for a longer recess. With an acceptable reason, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Lee was filled with satisfaction at the end of the pleasant sharing. We gave her quite a number of our opinions; she should be happy. (: Then we had to head to our house meetings. Didn't plan to participate for any track events, i think they have enough people anyway. I really hope odac participate in the inter-cca 4 X 100m run. I WANNA RUN FOR ODAC! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116964164779274635?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116964164779274635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116964164779274635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-had-chit-chat-session-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116930800525638980</id><published>2007-01-20T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:50:56.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Woke up cause my stomach was growling. At first i thought my mum was grumbling or something. :X So i ate lunch,then headed to diana's place to watch a show. Finally got to watch that final episode.&lt;br /&gt;Then ate dinner with my dad and sis. BOUGHT MORE EARRINGS! YAYY! haha. Oh yes, and my dad finally &lt;em&gt;decided&lt;/em&gt; to get me a bottle. It's pretty 'toxic' to use those kinda bottles everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and Dr Folster (my form teacher, australian.) is the best la. He had to choose 4 pple from my class to see and talk to Mrs R. Lee (the sch principal) for dunno what reason. So he came up with this idea.  " Because i'm married to a chinese wife," he began," and in chinese, 8 is a very lucky number. So i chose register numbers 8, 18, 28 and 38 to see Mrs R. Lee." I'm reg no 38!!! Oh well. I shall voice out for my fellow classmates and friends, like request for &lt;em&gt;longer&lt;/em&gt; recess. (: Because there's like too many pple in the canteen during recess and the lines of the queues and remain very long till like the last 5 min of recess. This shows why i always have indigestion. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh no&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Monday's&lt;/em&gt; arriving and i haven't finish doing my hw. Gotta go do it now......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116930800525638980?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116930800525638980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116930800525638980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/01/woke-up-cause-my-stomach-was-growling.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116919186867405542</id><published>2007-01-19T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T15:31:08.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH YAYY ITS FRIDAY AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;And i have so little assignments to do! (compared to last weekend.)&lt;br /&gt;Glad lit project's over. Was pretty stressful with &lt;em&gt;some pple&lt;/em&gt;.. couldnt really cooperate. Didnt really bother to argue with her though. Have it her way, just dont blame me in the end.&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, school's starting to be a bit better. More friends. More laughter. More happiness. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T WAIT TILL SUNDAY. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116919186867405542?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116919186867405542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116919186867405542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-yayy-its-friday-again-and-i-have-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116862183447390684</id><published>2007-01-13T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T01:16:34.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;YAYY. Its finally the weekend! I've been waiting for this since Monday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;School's been rather better this week. I guess im getting used to it. I agree with val,she said " The pple in our class are nice but they already got their own cliques because they come from the same class." How true. I guess this is the reason why its pretty difficult to make frens with my classmates. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The homework load is the same..the teachers are constantly adding more to our burden. Only have 6 hrs of slp per night. Feel both physically and mentally tired. Pretty sick of going home everyday with lots of hw and not being able to accomplish all on time. Need a good night sleep now. Gonna sleep for 12hrs now. Zzzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116862183447390684?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116862183447390684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116862183447390684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/01/yayy.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116835148325595094</id><published>2007-01-09T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T22:07:03.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So new year's day came and gone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So far, school's been really terrible. My social is real real low compared to last year. I miss 2/4 so much! My current class is like so guai and serious. They dont sleep in class, talk much or even laugh. I cant stand it. I feel so alien there. Its just not my proper place. I cant even laugh that happily in my class. I dont even think im happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ok, some pple were nice to me. Made a few friends only. And i realised talking to some pple, like my classmates 3 years ago, doesnt feel that nice anymore. It's missing that real closeness and laughter like my other great frens and i share. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And the homework load is crazy! I think every teacher think we got no hw, so almost everyone of them give us more and more. I'm not having my regular 9hrs sleep during sch days and i'm real tired. I'm sick of going to class everyday and not having any THAT close frens to giggle and share my secrets with. I WANT BACK MY 2/4 CLASSMATES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116835148325595094?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116835148325595094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116835148325595094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-new-years-day-came-and-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116741190936763547</id><published>2006-12-30T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T23:53:00.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEW YEAR'S COMING.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2006, HELLO 2007.&lt;br /&gt;School's starting. Ugh. In a new class, new faces, making new friends - again. 3/3 next year. I really hope i wont have a tough time in that class. Man, i'm really gonna miss all my great pals. No more laughing during science lesson with diana, no more chatting with caroline during english, no more giggling with xiu hui and no more joking and chattering with sarah during geog. I'm gonna miss all that. But hey, i'm also really looking forward to 2007. I hope it's gonna be a MUCH better year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from thailand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/177/1869/1600/656233/P1010647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/177/1869/320/191707/P1010647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/177/1869/1600/707389/P1010623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/177/1869/320/712099/P1010623.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/177/1869/1600/870964/P1010631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/177/1869/320/636524/P1010631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/177/1869/1600/671548/P1010649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/177/1869/320/577542/P1010649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/177/1869/1600/115030/P1010627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/177/1869/320/357058/P1010627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more next time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116741190936763547?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116741190936763547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116741190936763547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-years-coming_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116685331321647775</id><published>2006-12-23T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T13:28:24.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;BACK FROM THAILAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;GREAT GREAT GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I LOVE THAILAND OH SO MUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Dream world, SAFARI, coral reef island, the traditional dances, speedboat, floating market, feeding the fishes, the food, a little bit of shopping; i loved it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Safari was the best to me i must say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I got to touch, play, carry, and feed the tiger cubs! Ahh!!! I love tigers so much man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;There was very little time for shopping so i didnt get gifts for everyone. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Loads of things happened...the feeling is simply overwhelming. Need to talk to someone seriously. lazy to type it all down, so im just gonna end it by saying;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;" i miss that hot guy and his smile from my tour." :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116685331321647775?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116685331321647775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116685331321647775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-from-thailand-great-great-great-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116620359086408103</id><published>2006-12-16T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T01:47:48.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What i've been doing lately or rather, torturing myself with, is working. I needed to 'brainwash' my mum's idea of me in order for peace and harmony to wk out in thailand. So ya. Did the hse chores and my sis get to sit down and shake her freggin leg. So now, everything's pretty calm between me and my parents...i just need to be quai a little longer and then YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming today at my aunt's hse. Stayed in the pool for only an hour. Boring can! (sarah, are you reading this? haha) The pool was only 1.5m and my sis got freaked out. Hey! She can stand on her feet in the pool with her head still in the air! Oh well...she kept pulling my hand and pushing my shoulder down for support! Jeez. At the end of the swim, didnt get a tan. BOO HOO.&lt;br /&gt;Then, had lunch with my aunt and uncle. Friday. So cant eat meat. Fish and chips isnt a bad choice anyway. lol. Then me and my sis went to J8. Was walking around when she decided to ake neoprints. So ok. Followed her. She said she wanted to take cause my hair was down. WOW. Ok! And she kept complimenting me! Something's really not right with her. Oh well, we did take some retarded shots. But it was fun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner - had to prepare dinner with mum then wash the dishes just to make her happy. Her bd's coming and i really dont wanna spoil her 'celebrating' mood cos of me. Got her her present already, thats one of the reason why im broke. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days to thailand! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116620359086408103?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116620359086408103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116620359086408103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-ive-been-doing-lately-or-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116584994106678871</id><published>2006-12-11T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T23:12:21.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BADMINTON&lt;/strong&gt; on saturday was great! Playing with diana really was damn challenging! She kept making me jump though. Now my leg muscles ache. ): Oh well. After badminton, was lunch then ICE CREAM! Went to mac's for that. Was really disgusted by the way diana finished her ice cream. yuck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;My mum's cranky AGAIN. She said that she wouldnt wanna bring me to thailand if i continued to stay out late and if i dont &lt;em&gt;abide&lt;/em&gt; her rules.&lt;em&gt; Bleah&lt;/em&gt;.  She told me she hated my attitude &lt;em&gt;straight in my face&lt;/em&gt;. FINE LA. Like i like hers.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;6 more days to ED's concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;6 more days to my mum's bd. ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;6 more days of torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116584994106678871?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116584994106678871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116584994106678871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2006/12/badminton-on-saturday-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116538421618358591</id><published>2006-12-06T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T13:50:16.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;WENT TO THE ZOO WITH SARAH YESTERDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The white tigers were the best i must say. They're so cute! (: But i enjoyed feeding the baboons! Its really fun throwing fruits to them. There was this time when sarah and i missed. And we throw it on the baboon's head. &lt;em&gt;OOPS! &lt;/em&gt;The indian lady beside us was laughing. :P  But i cant stand their red butts. Damn obscene. HAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;The Zoo was really fun.. the horses, otters, CAT COUNTRY, AUSTRALIAN OUTBACK, and fragile forest. The butterfly rested on my hand for a long time man! And Sarah got 2. She spent so much time just getting those butterflies. Haha. I was busy &lt;em&gt;trying &lt;/em&gt;to take pictures. Damn batteries. Ran out so fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;We only got of the zoo when it started to rain. Man! When it rains, it pours! Oh well. At least we got on to the bus in the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;In the night - CAROLING. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Great! I love singing with everyone!  Really really is a pity i cant make it on the 'real' caroling days.  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116538421618358591?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116538421618358591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116538421618358591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2006/12/went-to-zoo-with-sarah-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116515390560186519</id><published>2006-12-03T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:06:46.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Is there anyone that fails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Is there anyone that falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Am I the only one in church today feelin' so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Cause when I take a look around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Everybody seems so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I know they'll soon discover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;That I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So I tuck it all away, like everything's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;If I make them all believe it, maybe I'll believe it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So with a painted grin, I play the heart again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;So everyone will see me the way that I see them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Are we happy plastic people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Under shiny plastic steeples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;With walls around our weakness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And smiles to hide our pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But if the invitation's open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;To every heart that has been broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Maybe then we close the curtain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;On our stained glass masquerade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Is there anyone who's been there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Are there any hands to raise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Am I the only one who's traded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;In the altar for a stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The performance is convincing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And we know every line by heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Only when no one is watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Can we really fall apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But would it set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;If I dared to let you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The truth behind the person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;That you imagine me to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Would your arms be open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Or would you walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Would the love of Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Be enough to make you stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Casting crowns - Stained Glass Masquerade&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/22435693-116515390560186519?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116515390560186519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116515390560186519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2006/12/is-there-anyone-that-fails-is-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116506391739886896</id><published>2006-12-02T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:07:43.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;YESTERDAY'S SHOPPING WITH SARAH ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;We shared so much fun and laughter! 'Critisizing' stuff that we came across and BUYING earrings! I was damn happy when i FINALLY got the permission frm my parents to pierce my ears! Oh yayy man!  We spent like 4hrs shopping at  bugis street there.  Sarah bought another bag! Woo hoo! An addition to her collection! And i bought 3 pairs of earrings! There was this christmas earrings and its SO cute! So sarah and i bought it to wear for caroling. But guess wat. My mum just told me we'll not be in singapore during the caroling days! What the toot!!! (diana, dont giggle at this)   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh ya. After shopping, i went to night safari! It was pretty fun! But most of the animals were hiding la. And there's this tiger that keep pacing round and round. Boy, isnt it giddy! Didnt like the bats! :( Came out only like at 11. Hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Today - CYF's orientation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ITS EXACTLY 1 MONTH TO MY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116506391739886896?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116506391739886896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116506391739886896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterdays-shopping-with-sarah-rocks.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116486488489944772</id><published>2006-11-30T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:55:31.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I HATE MY PARENTS SO DAMN MUCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EVERYDAY THEY HAVE TO SCOLD ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND 75% OF WHAT THEY ARE SCOLDING ARE RUBBISH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ITS NOT EVEN TRUE! THEY DONT EVEN BELIEVE ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND WHEN I PROVE THEM WRONG, THEY STILL DENY THE FACT THAT I'M RIGHT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HATE THEM AND ALL THE CRUDE REMARKS THEY MADE ON ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOW CAN PPLE SAY THEY ARE NICE PPLE MAN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHAT DO THEY EVER SEE IN THEM?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116486488489944772?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116486488489944772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116486488489944772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-hate-my-parents-so-damn-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116472838307119737</id><published>2006-11-28T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T13:47:39.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;ODAC CAMP WAS WONDERFUL!&lt;br /&gt;It's like the slackest odac camp ever! Games, games and MORE games the whole 2 days!&lt;br /&gt;1st day - Morning. Had 15 more min to reach sch and i was still in bishan. Then God sent me a miracle! I saw Crystal and she gave me a lift! And guess wat! Sarah was also late! So yup, she was given the same miracle. Reached sch exactly 10. And odac only started at &lt;em&gt;10.45&lt;/em&gt;? Hahaha. We were talking all the way. Then we had games in the ava..So much for outdoor. The games were quite lame cause they were 'designed' by miss teo. Haha. Next was lunch. The same. We were given 1 hr to go tp interchange to eat and then go back. Guess who i met. &lt;em&gt;Justin&lt;/em&gt;. (But dont get excited, diana! He's not who you're thinking of.) He almost &lt;em&gt;slammed&lt;/em&gt; his hand into my face la. OK. Then we went NTUC to get some snacks, SWEETS! (: Shared with sarah. When we came back from lunch, they gave us a half an hour break then we continued with games. But these games were outdoor - WET GAMES! Played that mummy game and this chain chain thingy game. Then time for dinner! Supposed to cook omelette but in the end, we gave up. Cooked scrambled eggs instead. Haha. BUT IT TASTED GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;Soon, the bikes arrived!!! Then we tested our bikes and SET OFF! So disappointing la. I thought we were cycling all the way to kallang or something. But in the end! We only cycle to bishan park! But by a long long way la so we fun! CYCLING AT NIGHT IS THE BEST! IT WAS SO DAMN FUN! BOISTEROUS! It rained while we were cycling and it was damn cold. Sang christmas carols in bishan park! So fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;Reached sch at abt 12+. Haha. Then showered. WATER WAS FREEZING! After that shower, which was 1+, we were&lt;em&gt; supposed&lt;/em&gt; to sleep in the classrooms cause the bball grounds were wet. So we gathered the tables and slpt on them. Haha. Talked to sarah about &lt;em&gt;stuff&lt;/em&gt; and to the other pple, movies and stars. Then finally at around 3.15 our eyes were closing already...so we hit the sack!&lt;br /&gt;2nd day - instead of playing games with the rest, a few of us did CIP in sch. They needed help in some packing of books and shifting the boxes around. We did this for 6hrs! Dont need to do next year already! Hahaha. The person in charge of the cip thingy was so kind. She treated us lunch and ice-cream! Yum! (: Then by the time we finished packing and all, it was time for the debrief of the camp. It lasted for 1hr! So long man...i was practically yawning. After the debrief, just played bball with sarah. Practised shooting. FUN. We played till about 6.45. Then we went home! (: HOME SWEET HOME. I MISSED MY BED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116472838307119737?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116472838307119737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116472838307119737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2006/11/odac-camp-was-wonderful-its-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116421485684177378</id><published>2006-11-23T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:04:16.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Conclusion came to at the end of 2 days of kayaking : ITS SO DAMN FUN TO KAYAK IN DOUBLES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;1st day was pretty tiring. WAKE UP SO DAMN EARLY! Like 5 hrs BEFORE my &lt;em&gt;usual&lt;/em&gt; time!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Never mind. And i got over the fear of capsizing. Got stuck the other time and the instructor had to pull me out.   :( Then we also had this swimming test. And i seriously seriously &lt;em&gt;seriously&lt;/em&gt; dont know how i got to the finishing line the 1st. Oh well! Then row row row till almost 4. Got sunburnt and my face was extremely RED. Dont really think i got a tan though.  :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;2nd day. Woke up the same time. So damn freaking tired. Muscle ached. When lesson started, val kept asking me if i was alright cause i didnt look well. Actually, i was just totally tired because of getting up so early. :P We practised rescue and its so damn fun to be the victim! Its the slackest job. Just wait for pple to drain the water out and then climb back in. Then we had sorta like a 'test' and 1 of the intructor remembered my name so he kept saying things like, "Rachel! Why you kayak like that.. So fast for what...." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Later, the instructors gave us a chance to try out the double kinda kayak. It moved so much faster! But because of its speed, we often end up far out in the water. The instrutors kept scolding us i recalled. HAHA. I'm so damn satisfied at the rate the kayak was moving and i didnt want to get out! But in the end we had to la. Soon, RAIN came. Bloddy hell. So we couldnt kayak or else our kayaks will be filled with water. SINK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Washed up and got our cert. Now i can kayak without being under anyone's supervision! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;SARAH! WE HAVE TO GO KAYAK SOMETIME! TAKE THE DOUBLES! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116421485684177378?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116421485684177378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116421485684177378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2006/11/conclusion-came-to-at-end-of-2-days-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116402614093438878</id><published>2006-11-20T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T20:41:31.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Accompanied sam and diana today to orchard. Sam wanted to buy shorts. But in the end, she bought sandals only. Shopping with her was pretty tiring and diana simply gave up so she just sat down when ever she had the opportunity. Haha. I dont blame her. Sam is a real fussy girl. Then we took some 'christmasy' pictures at wisma! Diana was the spoilsport. She didnt want to take so we left her out. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;BOUGHT A NEW PAIR OF SLIPPERS FROM ROXY! YEAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/177/1869/320/SP_A0409_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/177/1869/1600/SP_A0408_002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/177/1869/320/SP_A0408_002.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;I've got a whole season 5 of friends but i dont wanna watch and laugh alone. Anyone wanna join me? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116402614093438878?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116402614093438878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116402614093438878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2006/11/accompanied-sam-and-diana-today-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116360622379017730</id><published>2006-11-15T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T00:30:09.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Went to school to buy books today. All the odacians were like," RACHEL! Why you nv go for odac? You just woke up ah?" It was about 10.45am and i usually will still be in bed. And nope! The reason for not going odac was because i'm sick..not because i woke up late...thats such a bloody loser excuse la! Ok. So i lost my booklist so i had to go request for a new one. The aunty was being a little childish please! She asked how i had lost my booklist and she said " waste my 10cents" as she handed me a new sheet out of a &lt;em&gt;thick pile&lt;/em&gt; of sec3 booklist. C'mon man...you print so many already and you said i was wasting your 10cents?!  Dont tell me you're gonna keep it for yourself?! But in the end,ya, i got my books.&lt;br /&gt;Then sarah followed me to my hse to put down the books and we headed for her hse. Played mafia again and i gotta admit. This time sarah was a MUCH BETTER DRIVER but MORE RUTHLESS SOUL! She just beat, shoot or run over anybody she detest. After this, played sims again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Soon, it was time to leave...ate dinner with my brother,dad and sis at cafe cartel. Met daphne there. (: The food was great but the bill wasnt. I dont think my dad wanna eat there for quite some time already. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We were having a great time walking back and i spent most of the time with my brother - my advisor. Talked to him abt guys and frens. Cause he has been through quite a lot so ya. I TRUST him (:&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;When we got home, i dunno wat the hell happened to my dad. He started throwing tandrum on us. I guess he's doesnt like going home now cause &lt;em&gt;my dear mummy&lt;/em&gt; isnt at home. She isnt even in Singapore. He started scolding me for using the com so late in the night and he threatened me with the SAME excuse. Damn boring please! I can even memorise everything that he said and even repeat it without even him 'helping' me.  " Tmr when i wake up,i'm gonna pull out the wire and u cant use it anymore. Next year, when your brother finish poly,i'm gonna terminate the internet connection. " WTH is his problem! I BET EVEN HE CANT LIVE WITHOUT THE COM LA! COME HOME 1ST THING ON THE COM! When i use the com for 1 min only he scolded me! So of cos i was pissed and shouted back. All i said was " I JUST USED THE COM! YOU HAVE BEEN USING IT WAT! OF COS I USE IT SO LATE IN THE NIGHT!"  My dad is a real hot-tempered guy and he cant stand just one little retort from us especially- the children. So ya...he started lecturing already and when he's finally satisfied for vending ALL his anger on me,he went to bed. THERE'S FINALLY SILENCE IN MY HSE NOW and all i can hear is the fan spinning and the tapping of keyboards. Gtg now, before he wakes up and reprimand me AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116360622379017730?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116360622379017730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116360622379017730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-to-school-to-buy-books-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116342889909303542</id><published>2006-11-13T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:41:39.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Went to sarah's hse to see the new game she had. &lt;em&gt;Mafia&lt;/em&gt;,it was. And sarah was such a reckless driver...always getting caught by police. HAHA. But its damn funny watching the car running into people. Especially the part where she &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; ran down an old woman&lt;em&gt;... &lt;/em&gt;helpless, the old woman screamed 'manaic!' HAHAHA. And as a taxi driver, sarah was not being considerate to her passengers..soon they all got fed up and when she wanted to drive them, they all walked away. Sarah was like "A! Why they all dun wanna seat in my car?" haha. Played this game for 2 hrs then we played sims! Just made these couple grow up and changed their clothes..the computer gave them such&lt;em&gt; ugly&lt;/em&gt; everyday clothes and we HAD to change it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Later after dinner, went to visit the doctor. Eye irritation was getting from bad to worse. Doctor said that it's caused by my eyelashes...she said it was &lt;em&gt;too long&lt;/em&gt;. So it curled in and irritated my eye. Actually at first i didnt buy her story...until i came out and my sister complained that my eyelashes were really too long. OK. So wat to do? The doc said that i might have to &lt;em&gt;pluck it out&lt;/em&gt;? Wat the. Not going to. Just put eye drops. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116342889909303542?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116342889909303542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116342889909303542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-to-sarahs-hse-to-see-new-game-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116295978562949073</id><published>2006-11-08T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T13:32:41.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH NO! OH NO! OH NO!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I'm ill and &lt;em&gt;missed out&lt;/em&gt; wall-climbing today! Bleah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Man, i really wanted to climb..it could have been so damn fun. And when sarah comes back, she'll most probably start bragging about how great it was. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Now, i'm stuck at home with just the medicine and my head still hurts. So,i'm just gonna make this entry short. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;` slight fever- 37.6 :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;And caroline is so damn funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Go see what she blogged about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116295978562949073?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116295978562949073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116295978562949073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-no-oh-no-oh-no-im-ill-and-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116282380970319048</id><published>2006-11-06T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T12:29:30.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm bereaved, depressed, despaired, disconsolate, dismal, grief-stricken!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Why?! Why do all my friends have to be in different classes?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Xiu hui, caroline, diana, sarah, cam, elaine and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And that Sam... she's the best. In my class but she has to appeal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;She wants to go to caroline's class. bleah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Man, i really really REALLY dont wanna lose contact with caroline, diana, xiu hui and sarah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;They're all my GREAT pals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I actually cried today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I never ever cry in school before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;This is the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And caroline was quite shocked upon seeing my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I bet she didnt think i would cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;She always think i'm some insensitive freak. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Just thinking that all my great friends are no longer in the same class as me makes me feel like crying again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I really dunno what to say. My class has a majority of 2/1 girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Whats their problem la. So smart still go my class! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm so gonna be the last in class next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;WOW. HOW GREAT! blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I feel like appealing to 3/7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But my mum dont allow. She insist on me taking pure science. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Doesnt she know that i never ever do well in science?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;All she said was,"I'm happy for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;THANKS A LOT MUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116282380970319048?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116282380970319048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116282380970319048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-bereaved-depressed-despaired.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116273322176232987</id><published>2006-11-05T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:29:32.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Today's party for cath class was ok. The food was good ,the cake's great! (: Thank you addison! AND I KNOW HOW MUCH IT COSTS! haha. So many pple were not eating...especially the girls. DIETING! LOL! Oh ya, and caroline and i sorta had a 'mission' to do - socialize with.... but in the end! They're so difficult to talk to la! ANTI-SOCIAL! So ya, i went to talk to caroline's ex. And all just because of that then later SOME pple thought that we were together! Like WTH! Maddos! But who cares! Let them say,after all,we're only friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Went to J8 after dinner at my grandma's hse. Took taxi there. And guess wat! When my sister got out of the taxi,she practically slammed the door in my face without waiting for me to get out! Luckily, i used my hands to 'protect' me. But my knuckles got hit and are still numbed. Shit,i cant crack it now. Bleah. I bet diana would be so damn happy upon reading this. SHE HAS PHOBIA TOWARDS THE SOUND OF BONES CRACKING! HAHA. But this isnt all. Later, for dunno wat reason, my sister hit my fingers again! I have no idea wat happened and if she'd done it on purpose! SHE SHE SHE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116273322176232987?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116273322176232987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116273322176232987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2006/11/todays-party-for-cath-class-was-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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-22435693.post-116264164825961791</id><published>2006-11-04T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T20:00:48.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CAROLINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND THANK YOU FOR THE LUNCH TODAY AT CAFE CARTEL!  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22435693-116264164825961791?l=underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116264164825961791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22435693/posts/default/116264164825961791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththis-smile.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-caroline-and-thank-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Collided</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10321351679530675254</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></feed>
