<?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-11820318</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:19:10.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of touch; are we out of time?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-114155422053233941</id><published>2006-03-05T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:23:40.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;nobody's perfect &amp; i stand accused&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear, there is something wrong with my broadband.&lt;br /&gt;why the hell does it keep logging off so randomly?&lt;br /&gt;tsk, infuriating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me around to what i'm finally doing online.&lt;br /&gt;the stupid english speech the entire class somehow managed to &lt;em&gt;sabo&lt;/em&gt; me into doing.&lt;br /&gt;actually its the fault lies more with the stupid PAOS for life haha inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;surprise surprise, yanneg wants to talk about the nyp sex video.&lt;br /&gt;rolls eyes.&lt;br /&gt;haha, i hope he doesnt read this. :D&lt;br /&gt;goodness, what do you talk about in front of the whole school so you don't end up being embarrassed and at the same time manage to not get yourself flamed for saying something that has any hint of being politically incorrect?&lt;br /&gt;whew, long sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orientation was super duper ultra fun!&lt;br /&gt;haha i wonder if 4H would have ants crawling all over their classroom.&lt;br /&gt;well you see we blindfolded all the juniors and made them try to find each other in some crazy maze which rebecca and i took almost a full hour t construct!&lt;br /&gt;shiwei &amp;kangwee sprayed whipped cream and soapy water on them, not t mention the stupid spooky sounds; bangs on the table and some particular junior's consistent holding on to your hands.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i wasn't a victim of that.&lt;br /&gt;shiwei literally rolled on the floor laughing his head off, i am serious.&lt;br /&gt;its kind of a weird sight honestly.&lt;br /&gt;obviously we had a hard time getting all the tables and chairs back into their original positions.&lt;br /&gt;then, we still had to wipe off all the sticky whipped cream, mop the floor twice, clear all the newspapers, empty the millions of waterguns and hide from juniors!&lt;br /&gt;t extreme success haha.&lt;br /&gt;but we had a heart to heart, haha, well kind of, and i was enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had bass lessons after a rather disappointing mock competition ystd and i was terribly late! &lt;br /&gt;youth service and then justin's house to celebrate his dad's life.&lt;br /&gt;i am really super grateful for friends yup.&lt;br /&gt;we played together and all the small kids just insisted on joining in.&lt;br /&gt;abel's hyperactive, i really don't know what he's on.&lt;br /&gt;drums, guitar, drums then back to the electric again, all the while begging me to teach him t play the guitar, worse than asher please!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know pastor kenny could guitar so well, haha, there's always more new things waiting for you t be learnt.&lt;br /&gt;and yes i liked what was said about life and death.&lt;br /&gt;life was equated to us travelling on a boat in the ocean, when it crosses the horizon, the boundary btwn life and death, the boat is still there.&lt;br /&gt;its just that you can't see it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't focus on the seen but on the unseen; for the seen is only temporal while the unseen is eternal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and did you hear, i got married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-113913628486534071</id><published>2006-02-05T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T18:55:18.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Before I say too much&lt;br /&gt;Please just know that I'm not obsessed&lt;br /&gt;Or so nearly depressed,&lt;br /&gt;or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;Please hear what I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't feel this way everyday&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact&lt;br /&gt;I've never had this feeling before&lt;br /&gt;And I'd like to feel it more&lt;br /&gt;So can I stare as you acend the stairs?&lt;br /&gt;Now are you aware&lt;br /&gt;That I fell into your eyes, at first sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it out of the question?&lt;br /&gt;Is it in the cards?&lt;br /&gt;For me to ask you this one question&lt;br /&gt;Can we go, can we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know it sounds absurd&lt;br /&gt;And I know we've never spoke a word&lt;br /&gt;And I know this must sound strange to you&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't stop thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's one more thing&lt;br /&gt;that I have to sing to you&lt;br /&gt;What's your name?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-113913628486534071?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/113913628486534071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=113913628486534071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/113913628486534071'/><link 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nose is blocked.&lt;br /&gt;my stomach's doing somersaults somewhere in the center of me.&lt;br /&gt;i feel boneless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah once again i've worked myself sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-113738325501042227?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/113738325501042227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=113738325501042227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/113738325501042227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/113738325501042227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-hands-and-feet-are-freezing.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-113671145484947756</id><published>2006-01-08T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T17:10:54.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;we don't need reason and we don't need logic;&lt;br /&gt;cause we've got feeling and we're damn proud of it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay been awhile since i updated.&lt;br /&gt;school's started and the thing i hate most is waking up at some unearthly hour.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i don't see the point of orientation for a sec four.&lt;br /&gt;like we don't know our class well enough?&lt;br /&gt;haha, anyway, we are finally finally finally getting the class shirt!&lt;br /&gt;all the kings and queens of the world, pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today, it rained.&lt;br /&gt;and i forgot t bring the bass and the book.&lt;br /&gt;silly me.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my msn is screwed too.&lt;br /&gt;it says offline right next to the person's name but we still can talk.&lt;br /&gt;weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past week was all cca-y, don't like.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we're celebrating the new year in singapore this year so whoever wants to come around and give me hongbaos can just do so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, if it isn't too late, here are my new year resolutions,&lt;br /&gt;properly learn how t play the bass for worship,&lt;br /&gt;get into raffles? or migrate t australia.&lt;br /&gt;let my hair get really really really super ultra long and not be tempted t cut it&lt;br /&gt;do less shopping&lt;br /&gt;do more homework&lt;br /&gt;kol less!&lt;br /&gt;O LEVELS&lt;br /&gt;and for the last, well, its hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-113671145484947756?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/113671145484947756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=113671145484947756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/113671145484947756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/113671145484947756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-dont-need-reason-and-we-dont-need.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-113541903113497112</id><published>2005-12-24T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T18:10:31.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost Christmas time, there i stood in another line&lt;br /&gt;Trying to buy that last gift or two, not really in the Christmas mood&lt;br /&gt;Standing right in front of me, was a, little boy waiting anxiously&lt;br /&gt;Pacing round like little boys do,&lt;br /&gt;And in his hands he held, a pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;And his clothes were worn and old, he was dirty from head to toe.&lt;br /&gt;But when it came his time to pay, I couldn't believe what i heard him say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir I wanna buy these shoes, for my momma please.&lt;br /&gt;Its Christmas Eve, and these shoes are just her size.&lt;br /&gt;Could you hurry, sir?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy says there's not much time&lt;br /&gt;You see, she's been sick for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;And i, know these shoes will make her smile&lt;br /&gt;and i, want her to look beautiful, if Momma meets Jesus tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He counted pennies for what seemed like years,&lt;br /&gt;Then the, cashier said, "Son, there's not enough here."&lt;br /&gt;He searched his pockets frantically, &lt;br /&gt;Then he turned and he looked at me, he said,&lt;br /&gt;"Momma made Christmas good in our house, most years she'd just did without, &lt;br /&gt;Tell me Sir, what am I gonna do, somehow I've got to buy her these Christmas shoes"&lt;br /&gt;So I laid the money down, I just had to help him out&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never forget the look on his face when he said, &lt;br /&gt;"Momma's gonna look so great!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I caught a glimpse of Heaven's love, &lt;br /&gt;As he thanked me and ran out.&lt;br /&gt;I knew God had sent that little boy,&lt;br /&gt;to remind me, what Christmas is all about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-113541903113497112?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/113541903113497112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=113541903113497112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/113541903113497112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/113541903113497112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-was-almost-christmas-time-there-i.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-113533125410389414</id><published>2005-12-23T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T18:04:12.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i'm yours and suddenly, you're mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just watched three movies.&lt;br /&gt;a lot like love, the sisterhood of the travelling pants and lizzie mcguire.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont think any of them were nice.&lt;br /&gt;goodness, what happened to nice movies?!&lt;br /&gt;on second thought, the a lot like love's soundtrack is really good.&lt;br /&gt;thats down on my christmas list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a shopping appointment tmrw, yeah on christmas eve cause i'm not done with the christmas shopping.&lt;br /&gt;and i was actually kind of tempted to just forget about everything and not give presents this year.&lt;br /&gt;except for anyi, cause i already got hers.&lt;br /&gt;hm, maybe i should just guve everyone candy canes or chocolates or sth.&lt;br /&gt;i don't really think that they'll mine.&lt;br /&gt;haha okay who am i kidding?&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'll let you know how it went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/113412956176651571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/113412956176651571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/12/dance-is-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-113404659668749696</id><published>2005-12-08T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:59:30.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;orcish frat house;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i so do not like to wait.&lt;br /&gt;and my mum made me wait seventyfive minutes after english tuition at bishan.&lt;br /&gt;yeah and i live at lakeside.&lt;br /&gt;thats not all, let me give you a peek at my vocabulary list.&lt;br /&gt;you'll be shocked.&lt;br /&gt;exclusive, these are the five hardest words.&lt;br /&gt;principally&lt;br /&gt;conformed&lt;br /&gt;flourish&lt;br /&gt;acquiring&lt;br /&gt;emerged&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound like a kid who has vocab problems don't i.&lt;br /&gt;these are her exact words,&lt;br /&gt;go home and memorise, i will pick out ten words to test you next week.&lt;br /&gt;goodness, i want to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes speaking of that, today, when i was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;i had this really weird urge to dash out onto the road.&lt;br /&gt;yeah with all the cars going up and down, you know the one at upper thomson road?&lt;br /&gt;haha pretty weird right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i didn't think you had to know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shopping trip yesterday was really surprisingly good!&lt;br /&gt;i like shopping at taka, know why?&lt;br /&gt;cause they gift wrap really nice!&lt;br /&gt;and yay i can use the bag for the dance too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got really annoyed this morning but i got over it pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, people.&lt;br /&gt;pink paint everywhere whee.&lt;br /&gt;so there's dance tmrw and i am really praying like crazy that by some miracle, i will not forget all my steps when i leave singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thought, i have no idea where my dad is.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go and look for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-113404659668749696?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/113404659668749696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;don't believe in hate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am forced t go shopping, can you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, i can't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall attempt t update on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;goodness you know what i am a secfour.&lt;br /&gt;well, soon to be anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i need a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;i like james blunt a lot.&lt;br /&gt;right, i'm being random again right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and right now, i'm just a little sick of my house.&lt;br /&gt;believe me, with seven people living in it, it actually can be stinky small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why its halloween.&lt;br /&gt;shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;jick is mad.&lt;br /&gt;but still, kol isn't getting on my nerves yet.&lt;br /&gt;right, granted that time i couldn't find the stupid rat faucet t turn off.&lt;br /&gt;now let's see, i've got a pretty shocking number of things t do.&lt;br /&gt;and at the top of my list,&lt;br /&gt;haha i shall not disclose it.&lt;br /&gt;well there's dance tmrw again and i need a lunch partner tmrw cause anyi's got a hot date! :DD&lt;br /&gt;perhaps sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh choir concert on saturday was boring.&lt;br /&gt;and i swear, florence tan did not open her mouth on stage!&lt;br /&gt;and we left halfway, kind of mean.&lt;br /&gt;then we went t pig out.&lt;br /&gt;for the first time in history, no one actually remembered t bring a camera.&lt;br /&gt;three cheers for camera phones!&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw abel on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;it was an unanimous decision that he needed a haircut. badly.&lt;br /&gt;so much for saving money, haha.&lt;br /&gt;i tell you half the world could not recgonise him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, tatas, im off shopping now, for the 22nd time these holidays.&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-113223033684081473</id><published>2005-11-17T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T20:54:44.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;neither can i &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay hign time i started updating regularly.&lt;br /&gt;let's see; recap.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah there was kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;yes kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;hm kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya&lt;br /&gt;king.&lt;br /&gt;kayaking.&lt;br /&gt;pretty funny i think.&lt;br /&gt;and pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mr bean is really boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway that was totally random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay let's see, i've been playing kol, guitaring, dancing, stretching, watching too much tv and old re-runs.&lt;br /&gt;oh there was halo at zach's house too.&lt;br /&gt;walao i need a break, life is ultra boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and great, macdonalds has a new burger.&lt;br /&gt;no really, i'm thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;florence hasnt been talking to me for more than a week.&lt;br /&gt;kinda feel a little empty.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant reach her at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;okay so everyone listen up.&lt;br /&gt;add me at xharisse@HM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-113223033684081473?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/113223033684081473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=113223033684081473' 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others and is well liked by her peers. As a responsible student, Charisse works towards continual improvement in her daily work. She shows initiative to organise activities for the class and has the potential to be a team leader.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what my form teacher wrote for me in my report book!&lt;br /&gt;haha so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today really is the last day of school and the chinese o levels are on monday. i better pass.&lt;br /&gt;no, i better get an a1.&lt;br /&gt;i was telling everyone today was actually the last day of our sec three year and i was accused of being a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;the nerve.&lt;br /&gt;i am appalled.&lt;br /&gt;haha, yeah but really &lt;br /&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;br /&gt;the &lt;br /&gt;last &lt;br /&gt;day.&lt;br /&gt;but it only seems like yesterday that we were still strangers and joan kept going home everyday. :D&lt;br /&gt;that florence and AHEM just started msging.&lt;br /&gt;that miss kai was teaching us chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;okay i had better stop or i'll be called a bimbo again by that stupid flo and six.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why oh why is kol down?&lt;br /&gt;i know zach is dying to give me more things, HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY I THINK TODAY WAS PRETTY DRAMATIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please get well soon mell and IF YOU DARE TO EAT ANOTHER CUP OF INSTANT NOODLES I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas is coming and i want nice presents!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-113049690470320261?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/113049690470320261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=113049690470320261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/113049690470320261'/><link 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day.&lt;br /&gt;and we watched a really sad show.&lt;br /&gt;so i feel really sad.&lt;br /&gt;haha, no actually i feel rather happy because its the holidays HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;and what kind of sick school draws up a timetable during the holidays for you to come back to school huh?&lt;br /&gt;eight to three.&lt;br /&gt;crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha my mum says she'll get me a bass if i get an a for my chinese.&lt;br /&gt;i love my mum!&lt;br /&gt;you know dangou looks like shiwei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha alright.&lt;br /&gt;i shall not evoke these type of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;goodness what am i talking about?&lt;br /&gt;well kol is down and i have nothing better to do,&lt;br /&gt;uh okay okay i'll go and study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-113041327903628016?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-113011980202391203</id><published>2005-10-24T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T10:10:02.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;vertigo;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update!&lt;br /&gt;okay chinese olevels are SIX days away and i have not started studying.&lt;br /&gt;should i be worried that i'm not worried?&lt;br /&gt;haha everyone else is in school now!&lt;br /&gt;stupid toni&amp;guy changed appointment and now i'll have t stay at home the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;supposedly studying.&lt;br /&gt;jayne!haha i'm done with fullhouse.&lt;br /&gt;its the saddest and funniest show i've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;everyone, go and watch!&lt;br /&gt;san zhi xiong, heh.&lt;br /&gt;i need the pink book damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think we need a wakeup call.&lt;br /&gt;life &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; precious, you twit.&lt;br /&gt;okay so now i have t sort out this life.&lt;br /&gt;make lists. &lt;br /&gt;yes lists.&lt;br /&gt;lists are good things.&lt;br /&gt;now let's see.&lt;br /&gt;things to do during the hols;&lt;br /&gt;duo lian xi says the tuition teacher&lt;br /&gt;catch up on my math says my dad&lt;br /&gt;this is a good chance t revise your chemistry says chen&lt;br /&gt;take this oppurtunity t brush up your physics says suria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO SHOPPING! says me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ystd was a really weird day.&lt;br /&gt;we went out for lunch and we hardly talked.&lt;br /&gt;just ate.&lt;br /&gt;what happened?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-113011980202391203?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-113006192741951827</id><published>2005-10-23T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T18:05:27.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>goodness, i actually think KOL is pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-113006192741951827?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/113006192741951827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=113006192741951827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sing along with every song we'd know&lt;br /&gt;We said someday we'd find out how it feels&lt;br /&gt;To sing to more than just the steering wheel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha MY FAVOURITE SONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;i have a big announcement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FINALS ARE OVER!&lt;br /&gt;:DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-112909003237477822?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/112909003237477822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=112909003237477822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/112909003237477822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/112909003237477822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/10/these-photographs-we-used-to-listen-to.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-112722487386580292</id><published>2005-09-20T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T22:01:14.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;just like the stars that fall around me now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there zach i'm updating.&lt;br /&gt;abel you owe me sth too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm gng t do the sana thing.&lt;br /&gt;friggin irritating!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-112722487386580292?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/112722487386580292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=112722487386580292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/112722487386580292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/112722487386580292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/09/just-like-stars-that-fall-around-me.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;and the thoughts, they keep running&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers hurt like crazy now and i cant even type properly.&lt;br /&gt;there was excon band practice today!&lt;br /&gt;haha i think we were rather productive though.&lt;br /&gt;and honestly i'm rather shocked that i haven't gotten sick of the song yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese results.&lt;br /&gt;i think i could cry.&lt;br /&gt;twentyseven out of ninety.&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tips of my two fingers are red.&lt;br /&gt;like swollen and skin peeling and all too.&lt;br /&gt;my palm isn't that great too, a little portion of it is really red too.&lt;br /&gt;from all that sliding up and down the bass.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i've just grown a little more deaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, it's bag-shopping time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-112488958157592009</id><published>2005-08-24T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:19:41.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;until this empty place is filled, i'll keep pretending&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm highly depressed now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gng t fail.&lt;br /&gt;chemistry, amath, physics, emath and CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there's band practice soon.&lt;br /&gt;the bass there had better be good.&lt;br /&gt;damn, i'm unhappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-112488958157592009?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-112461783328003359</id><published>2005-08-21T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T17:50:33.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;when you say forever, can't you see you've already captured me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever had dreams so real, so passionate that you honestly believe that if you work hard at it, someday all of that might turn into reality? then have you ever had people burst your dreams with cutting words and snide remarks? trust me, you don't want to know how that feels like.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i really don't get it, you force me t play the piano when you know i absolutely detest it. you get one for a few thousand bucks and when the teacher gives up on me, you scream and say its my fault.&lt;br /&gt;then when i pick up the bass and the guitar, you scream at me for wasting my time on things that will never be of any help in the future. i ask you to consider getting me a new guitar and you scream at me for wasting your money when it only costs a fraction of that thing in the hallway that's now collecting dust. no, actually, you just ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;don't you remember how it felt like to be fifteen?&lt;br /&gt;don't you remember why you started playing the guitar too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-112461783328003359?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/112461783328003359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=112461783328003359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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taxing.&lt;br /&gt;i think this is the most stressing common test i've ever sat for.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because evryone;s growing up alr.&lt;br /&gt;yeah and we're all starting to take up leadership positions and everything.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;things can really get so confusing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went out with cheryl and junjie today.&lt;br /&gt;guess we had a good talk about lots of stuff and i realised, life isn't always fair.&lt;br /&gt;it's really not easy sometimes, trying to cope with what life's thrown at you.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, we're strong enough t take it right.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balancing ionic equations has got t be the hardest thing on earth okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost broke down ystd cause i couldnt rmb the damn cosine rule and i couldnt find the stupid trigo notes.&lt;br /&gt;thebestfriend; i think i've been stressing you out too.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;come t think of it, its quite stupid actually.&lt;br /&gt;yeah but things can get to you sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;and now both my sisters are sleeping in my room cause the aircon in theirs isn't working.&lt;br /&gt;it's kind of cosy though and when i look at the both of them sleeping i really envy their peacefulness and lack of stress.&lt;br /&gt;or so i think.&lt;br /&gt;well at least they look fine t me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's the excon band.&lt;br /&gt;can't believe it, i've been so busy that i haven't touched my guitar for a week!&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to get real worried alr.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking that maybe we should scale the band down cause eight people seems to be too many and its really hard to coordinate sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;but its a little too late to do that now.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm just praying that tmrw;s practice would be super good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better go and write clement's letter now, or he'll get angry.&lt;br /&gt;only i haven't got the notebook.&lt;div 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machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-112418196380035846</id><published>2005-08-16T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T16:46:03.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;you kick up the leaves and the magic is lost.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunched at je with flor mell cheryl and junjie.&lt;br /&gt;attempted t study then we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;now i'm home trying to read about lenin.&lt;br /&gt;and nothing is being absorbed.&lt;br /&gt;leekangwee stole my specs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall go back t my studying alr.&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-112356526611367377</id><published>2005-08-09T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T13:27:46.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;you say you don't know; you tell me don't lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secthree adventure camp.&lt;br /&gt;haha okay i kniow that was a really long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;and this stupid norton internet security thing prevented me from going online.&lt;br /&gt;rahh/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway the past few days have been a blast!&lt;br /&gt;the camp dance went well. &lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;had our very first excon band practice last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;we didnt even run through the whole song once and now there's another new song.&lt;br /&gt;GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;i just pray that all of us can be focused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and the dance in a sari thing went well!&lt;br /&gt;lots of people complimented us leh.&lt;br /&gt;yup but we were pretty disappointed because they told us we weren't needed t man the stupid stall at the funfair alr.&lt;br /&gt;but anyi still slept over!&lt;br /&gt;yeah we jammed til eleven plus cause my mum ordered us t go t slp cause we had dance performance the next day.&lt;br /&gt;ONEWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FESTIVAL OF PRAISE!&lt;br /&gt;haha yes, that was a really reallyreally good experience.&lt;br /&gt;poor jayne didnt get t go ahahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall stop being mean.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i think we all deserved t go cause we queued for like so long before being turned away when we were like five people away from the entrance on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, wait till you hear the antics of abelandzach.&lt;br /&gt;zach melody anyi and i lunched at subway after church and for the first time in my entire fifteen years, i ate faster than zach!&lt;br /&gt;so than we went to meet abel at paragon.&lt;br /&gt;just as we were crossing the road, zach has this real weird idea and they both dash back into paragon.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, they went into versace valentino prada and some other shops to get plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;yea then they paraded around the whole of orchard showing off.&lt;br /&gt;its quite hilarious actually.&lt;br /&gt;so we walked t ps t meet the rest of the ywavers.&lt;br /&gt;cheryl calls and abel suddenly demands t talk t her.&lt;br /&gt;so him zach and justin make poor her confused and irritated,&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;their next two targets are flo and mell.&lt;br /&gt;anyi's friends weren't spared either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3e bbq ystd at cheryl's place!&lt;br /&gt;freaking fun!&lt;br /&gt;haha i got my foot burnt cause i stepped on a glowing coal that shiwei dropped.&lt;br /&gt;and he was laughing at me la walao.&lt;br /&gt;our fire was so good, we could'nt cook anything.&lt;br /&gt;does that sound weird?&lt;br /&gt;because weisheng and i are too pro, the fore was too big.&lt;br /&gt;even after giving away half the coals, we still had enough to burn all the chicken wings we had in ten seconds.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;we had so much fun yeah everyone who didnt go will regret it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I'M OFF T GUITAR.&lt;br /&gt;BYE/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-112356526611367377?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/112356526611367377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=112356526611367377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess yesterday was a pretty good day.&lt;br /&gt;had dance practice for the secthree adventure camp campfire item at cheryl's house.&lt;br /&gt;although we didnt really accomplish much, well, justin said the toilets there are real nice, so i dont think i'll mind washing them that much.&lt;br /&gt;after our beautiful dance, we lunched and seokhui accompanied me to queensway for more camp stuff shopping.&lt;br /&gt;i had to lug my guitar all over singapore and it was really heavy.&lt;br /&gt;well, then i went to church for band and more dance practice.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i think i am going to trip over my sari or sth.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how do you dance wearing a sari?&lt;br /&gt;dance went well, and so did our first excon band practice.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;although it was real short.&lt;br /&gt;i started on the bassguitar!&lt;br /&gt;its really muchmuch easier than the guitar and anna scared me by telling me it had twelve strings. &lt;br /&gt;like a harp or sth.&lt;br /&gt;i think sam's the best teacher so far.&lt;br /&gt;but i have a little problem with the plucking thing.&lt;br /&gt;gets confusing at times.&lt;br /&gt;then i finally get my gutiar tuned after cia.&lt;br /&gt;worship was good.&lt;br /&gt;and we are selling food next sunday!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;yes i think next week will be funFUN!&lt;br /&gt;there is the clementi town carnival, the queenstown funfair, two dance practices and two dance performances.&lt;br /&gt;then there's food preparation at justin's house after cia.&lt;br /&gt;i hope anyi can sleepover!&lt;br /&gt;and there's the secthree adventure camp!&lt;br /&gt;haha hokay actually i am not looking forward to it yet.&lt;br /&gt;yup. the excitement hasn't settled in.&lt;br /&gt;but i've packed!&lt;br /&gt;yup and i did my homework too, thanks to thebestfriend; &lt;br /&gt;cause trigo is impossible and clement is smart!&lt;br /&gt;only in maths though.&lt;br /&gt;i talked to him for a while last night, because he was demanding his letter.&lt;br /&gt;haha, okay demanding is a pretty strong one, just like demonic ah?&lt;br /&gt;privatejoke.&lt;br /&gt;yes i think i felt better after the talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today natania was really pretty! &lt;br /&gt;okay, after reading this, i bet your ego's going to burst!&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg dine now!&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-112220241393104071?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/112220241393104071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=112220241393104071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/112220241393104071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/112220241393104071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/07/sun-will-set-but-story-wont-end-i.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-112194939421074855</id><published>2005-07-21T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:36:34.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;That the Lord of all the earth,&lt;br /&gt;Would care to know my name,&lt;br /&gt;Would care to feel my hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;That the Bright and Morning Star,&lt;br /&gt;Would choose to light the way,&lt;br /&gt;For my ever wandering heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am,&lt;br /&gt;But because of what You've done,&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done,&lt;br /&gt;But because of who You are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading,&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean ,&lt;br /&gt;A vapor in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling,&lt;br /&gt;And You've told me who I am.. &lt;br /&gt;I am Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;That the eyes that see my sin,&lt;br /&gt;Would look on me with love, &lt;br /&gt;and watch me rise again,&lt;br /&gt;Who am I? &lt;br /&gt;That the voice that calmed the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Would call out through the rain,&lt;br /&gt;And calm the storm in me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of who I am, &lt;br /&gt;But because of what You've done,&lt;br /&gt;Not because of what I've done,&lt;br /&gt;But because of who You are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a flower quickly fading,&lt;br /&gt;Here today and gone tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;A wave tossed in the ocean ,&lt;br /&gt;A vapor in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Still You hear me when I'm calling,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, You catch me when I'm falling,&lt;br /&gt;And You've told me who I am... &lt;br /&gt;I am Yours, I am Yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall I fear?&lt;br /&gt;Whom shall I fear?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am Yours,&lt;br /&gt;I am Yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-112194939421074855?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/112194939421074855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=112194939421074855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/112194939421074855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/112194939421074855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/07/who-am-i-that-lord-of-all-earth-would.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-112194858838221719</id><published>2005-07-21T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T20:23:08.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>zach of the lows              its the little things that count says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't sing&lt;br /&gt;zach of the lows              its the little things that count says:&lt;br /&gt;i collect money&lt;br /&gt;Jelon †| Thru Christ We've Victory ™ |†  (li)&lt; ) *-)(ci) [Start of 3rd Term] ♪♫ ☆☆ Lost of a dear one... Lol. My fate. ☆☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;i dun play anithing&lt;br /&gt;Jelon †| Thru Christ We've Victory ™ |†  (li)&lt; ) *-)(ci) [Start of 3rd Term] ♪♫ ☆☆ Lost of a dear one... Lol. My fate. ☆☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;paul playing synth&lt;br /&gt;Jelon †| Thru Christ We've Victory ™ |†  (li)&lt; ) *-)(ci) [Start of 3rd Term] ♪♫ ☆☆ Lost of a dear one... Lol. My fate. ☆☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;zach playing bass&lt;br /&gt;[anyi] i would give the world to tell Your story, cause i know that You've called me says:&lt;br /&gt;cannot&lt;br /&gt;Jelon †| Thru Christ We've Victory ™ |†  (li)&lt; ) *-)(ci) [Start of 3rd Term] ♪♫ ☆☆ Lost of a dear one... Lol. My fate. ☆☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;and char electric&lt;br /&gt;[anyi] i would give the world to tell Your story, cause i know that You've called me says:&lt;br /&gt;you play guitar&lt;br /&gt;Jelon †| Thru Christ We've Victory ™ |†  (li)&lt; ) *-)(ci) [Start of 3rd Term] ♪♫ ☆☆ Lost of a dear one... Lol. My fate. ☆☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;[anyi] i would give the world to tell Your story, cause i know that You've called me says:&lt;br /&gt;zach is SINGING bass&lt;br /&gt;Jelon †| Thru Christ We've Victory ™ |†  (li)&lt; ) *-)(ci) [Start of 3rd Term] ♪♫ ☆☆ Lost of a dear one... Lol. My fate. ☆☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;i be band manager&lt;br /&gt;[anyi] i would give the world to tell Your story, cause i know that You've called me says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;zach of the lows              its the little things that count says:&lt;br /&gt;ME TOO&lt;br /&gt;Jelon †| Thru Christ We've Victory ™ |†  (li)&lt; ) *-)(ci) [Start of 3rd Term] ♪♫ ☆☆ Lost of a dear one... Lol. My fate. ☆☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;zach of the lows              its the little things that count says:&lt;br /&gt;i be deputy band manager&lt;br /&gt;Jelon †| Thru Christ We've Victory ™ |†  (li)&lt; ) *-)(ci) [Start of 3rd Term] ♪♫ ☆☆ Lost of a dear one... Lol. My fate. ☆☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;i be band manager!!!&lt;br /&gt;[anyi] i would give the world to tell Your story, cause i know that You've called me says:&lt;br /&gt;goodness&lt;br /&gt;zach of the lows              its the little things that count says:&lt;br /&gt;i be publicity lah&lt;br /&gt;[anyi] i would give the world to tell Your story, cause i know that You've called me says:&lt;br /&gt;wahlao&lt;br /&gt;Jelon †| Thru Christ We've Victory ™ |†  (li)&lt; ) *-)(ci) [Start of 3rd Term] ♪♫ ☆☆ Lost of a dear one... Lol. My fate. ☆☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;okok&lt;br /&gt;[anyi] i would give the world to tell Your story, cause i know that You've called me says:&lt;br /&gt;no need lar!&lt;br /&gt;[anyi] i would give the world to tell Your story, cause i know that You've called me says:&lt;br /&gt;we not having concert leh&lt;br /&gt;Jelon †| Thru Christ We've Victory ™ |†  (li)&lt; ) *-)(ci) [Start of 3rd Term] ♪♫ ☆☆ Lost of a dear one... Lol. My fate. ☆☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;we need groupies&lt;br /&gt;Jelon †| Thru Christ We've Victory ™ |†  (li)&lt; ) *-)(ci) [Start of 3rd Term] ♪♫ ☆☆ Lost of a dear one... Lol. My fate. ☆☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;i noe&lt;br /&gt;[anyi] i would give the world to tell Your story, cause i know that You've called me says:&lt;br /&gt;i give up&lt;br /&gt;zach of the lows              its the little things that count says:&lt;br /&gt;hey lejon&lt;br /&gt;zach of the lows              its the little things that count says:&lt;br /&gt;lets start the groupie group&lt;br /&gt;zach of the lows              its the little things that count says:&lt;br /&gt;which gropes&lt;br /&gt;zach of the lows              its the little things that count says:&lt;br /&gt;groupies for groping&lt;br /&gt;Jelon †| Thru Christ We've Victory ™ |†  (li)&lt; ) *-)(ci) [Start of 3rd Term] ♪♫ ☆☆ Lost of a dear one... Lol. My fate. ☆☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;Jelon †| Thru Christ We've Victory ™ |†  (li)&lt; ) *-)(ci) [Start of 3rd Term] ♪♫ ☆☆ Lost of a dear one... Lol. My fate. ☆☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;zach of the lows              its the little things that count says:&lt;br /&gt;settled&lt;br /&gt;Jelon †| Thru Christ We've Victory ™ |†  (li)&lt; ) *-)(ci) [Start of 3rd Term] ♪♫ ☆☆ Lost of a dear one... Lol. My fate. ☆☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;i shall resign from band manager&lt;br /&gt;zach of the lows              its the little things that count says:&lt;br /&gt;we will grope audience members who do not pay&lt;br /&gt;[anyi] i would give the world to tell Your story, cause i know that You've called me says:&lt;br /&gt;oi&lt;br /&gt;Jelon †| Thru Christ We've Victory ™ |†  (li)&lt; ) *-)(ci) [Start of 3rd Term] ♪♫ ☆☆ Lost of a dear one... Lol. My fate. ☆☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;omg!!!&lt;br /&gt;[anyi] i would give the world to tell Your story, cause i know that You've called me says:&lt;br /&gt;please lar&lt;br /&gt;[anyi] i would give the world to tell Your story, cause i know that You've called me says:&lt;br /&gt;stop making my life hard&lt;br /&gt;Jelon †| Thru Christ We've Victory ™ |†  (li)&lt; ) *-)(ci) [Start of 3rd Term] ♪♫ ☆☆ Lost of a dear one... Lol. My fate. ☆☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;dry noodles for 3k each!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jelon †| Thru Christ We've Victory ™ |†  (li)&lt; ) *-)(ci) [Start of 3rd Term] ♪♫ ☆☆ Lost of a dear one... Lol. My fate. ☆☆ says:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-112194858838221719?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/112194858838221719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=112194858838221719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/112194858838221719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/112194858838221719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/07/zach-of-lows-its-little-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-112012775815682133</id><published>2005-06-30T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T18:35:58.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM IN A VERY VERY VERY VERY BAD MOOD NOW.&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN REALLY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY.&lt;br /&gt;AND NO, YOU SHALL NOT HAVE THE HOMOUR OF KNOWING WHO;S THE FREAK WHO PISSED ME OFF.&lt;br /&gt;JUST DONT TALK TO ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR I'LL BITE YOUR HEAD OFF.&lt;br /&gt;SO THERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-112012775815682133?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/112012775815682133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=112012775815682133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/112012775815682133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/112012775815682133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-in-very-very-very-very-bad-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-111976904315944796</id><published>2005-06-26T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T14:57:23.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;but its not so bad,&lt;br /&gt;you're only the best i ever had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am lazy to update!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but bangkok was great.&lt;br /&gt;except for the fact that i have to write a compo about my trip.&lt;br /&gt;IN CHINESE.&lt;br /&gt;no prizes for guessing who asked me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i think i never shopped so much before in my life. &lt;br /&gt;its like twenty hours straight only stoppingg to have lunch and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;yes and i fell in love with tomyam.&lt;br /&gt;i think its the nicest thing ive ever eaten.&lt;br /&gt;dont understand how some people can hate it.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i really love shopping there. &lt;br /&gt;everything's really nice and cheap.&lt;br /&gt;plus the people are friendly too, not like some snobbish persons here.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, there was the half day tour too.&lt;br /&gt;the tour guide is freaking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;he wears his glasses right at the end of his nose and pronounces &lt;em&gt;sticker&lt;/em&gt; as &lt;em&gt;sa-ti-kar&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;shopping&lt;/em&gt; as &lt;em&gt;chopping&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, we shouldnt laugh at others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were four idiots who boarded the same tour bus as us when they didnt even sign up with us.&lt;br /&gt;they only realised they were on the wrong bus about 45 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;and to think their poor tour group were helplessly waiting somewhere else in bangkok for them.&lt;br /&gt;its almost funny when you think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had three rooms and i was supposed to room with jenisse but the mother was afraid we would get raped or something so she decided to room with me instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111976904315944796?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111976904315944796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=111976904315944796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111976904315944796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111976904315944796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/06/but-its-not-so-bad-youre-only-best-i.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-111927074056015232</id><published>2005-06-20T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T20:43:54.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Some patients get such acute attacks of rotational vertigo that they suddenly drop to the ground as if they have been struck by a sledgehammer. Patients are totally helpless as the world seems to spin around them, and they vomit severely from the resulting nausea. The attacks can last minutes or hours. After the attacks finally subside, patients may sleep for hours and sometimes for days. Some patients get such drop attacks frequently, others experience them every year or two, and others not at all. Most Meniere's patients call these acute attacks "drop attacks."  Some patients can sense a drop attack approaching through a sudden increase in tinnitus and/or fullness, and/or a sudden hearing loss, but other patients get no warning.  Some patients who have experienced drop attacks without warning fear driving because they worry about the consequences should they experience a drop attack while driving. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if i told you you just contracted meniere's disease?&lt;br /&gt;what would you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111927074056015232?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111927074056015232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=111927074056015232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111927074056015232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111927074056015232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/06/some-patients-get-such-acute-attacks.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-111872136655867296</id><published>2005-06-14T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T12:02:37.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;tonight i said goodbye, but i should have said more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the best day of my life!&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;excon bbq. and abel turned up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyi violet shuqin lejon cabbed to my house to prepare the bbq food.&lt;br /&gt;i was being lazy and adamantly refused to join them to buy food.&lt;br /&gt;lejon is so weird and my sister likes him.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha!&lt;br /&gt;i won't tell you which one.&lt;br /&gt;and i did the stingrays with anyi!&lt;br /&gt;i hope no one got a stomache.&lt;br /&gt;yes and wanganyi was trying to seduce delisse. unsucessfully of course.&lt;br /&gt;then my mom sent us to justin's condo.&lt;br /&gt;violet shuqin and melheng went to get ice and drinks while i went to meet mell christine sheila abel zach yongqian gerald christopher jinhao kaixiang timothy yelay paul shawn and this burmese guy whose name i've forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;so we were like an hour behind schedule because for some reason jinhao&amp;co thought the bbq was at lakeside. and instead of taking the train to je, they decided to take a bus, which surprisingly took half an hour to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;man, they are like the smartest people arnd. poor zach had to call them at least 67849305 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally when we're on the way to the bbq, i get shouted at for leading them the RIGHT way.&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well games were realtively alright.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly me gerald and kaixiang were the last three left alive.&lt;br /&gt;and kaixiang was being nice so he let me kill him, unlike gerald WHO KILLED ME.&lt;br /&gt;so then there was sharing and i had this really weird question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;what do you think about when you go to sleep at night?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i lied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then the bbq started.&lt;br /&gt;midway the pros stepped in!&lt;br /&gt;haha okay thats like mell me jinhao and paul!&lt;br /&gt;hey we're super pro okay.&lt;br /&gt;well actually it was mostly jinhao.&lt;br /&gt;but we barbecued for a really long time, like four hours or sth.&lt;br /&gt;smoke kept billowing into my eyes thanks to jinhao and paul who KEPT pouring honeyANDoil into the fire.&lt;br /&gt;then zach abel and yongqian started splashing water on each other til they were all drenched.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, some of the water got onto me and mell as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so finally when the food's cooked and the chickenwings are served, almost everyone's gone. so infuriating.&lt;br /&gt;well, at least we finished all the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home, abel decided to tell zach his biggest secret.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm not the only one that knows.&lt;br /&gt;anyway abel agrees with what i said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNAPSHOTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rvhs.moe.edu.sg/personal/s9010225g/delisseinthehouse.bmp" height=200 width=250&gt;&lt;br&gt;DELISSE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rvhs.moe.edu.sg/personal/s9010225g/jhandco.bmp"height=200 width=250&gt;&lt;br&gt;kaixiang shawn unknown jinhao paul&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rvhs.moe.edu.sg/personal/s9010225g/jinhaoandshawn.bmp"height=200 width=250&gt;&lt;br&gt;jinhao and shawn&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rvhs.moe.edu.sg/personal/s9010225g/kaixiang.bmp" height=200 width=250&gt;&lt;br&gt;THECHOCOLATEPIE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rvhs.moe.edu.sg/personal/s9010225g/kxandco.bmp"height=200 width=250&gt;&lt;br&gt;excon guys&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rvhs.moe.edu.sg/personal/s9010225g/masterbbqers.bmp"height=200 width=250&gt;&lt;br&gt;MASTERBBQERS;paul jinhao me mell violet&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rvhs.moe.edu.sg/personal/s9010225g/meandmell.bmp"height=200 width=250&gt;&lt;br&gt;mell and i&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rvhs.moe.edu.sg/personal/s9010225g/weirdabel.bmp"height=200 width=250&gt;&lt;br&gt;dont ask me what abel's doing&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-111814823059757149</id><published>2005-06-07T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:46:22.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;and we were letting go of something special&lt;br /&gt;something we'll never have again&lt;br /&gt;I know, I guess I really really know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kids camps.&lt;br /&gt;i am exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and angry.&lt;br /&gt;BAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111814823059757149?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111814823059757149/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-111752666547368397</id><published>2005-05-31T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T16:04:25.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FORGOT TO SAY THAT FROM TODAY ONWARDS, EVERYONE SHOULD HEREBY CALL SIXUAN &lt;strong&gt;THE PLATELICKER&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111752666547368397?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111752666547368397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=111752666547368397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;OOH.&lt;br /&gt;HOT DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;TOXIC.&lt;br /&gt;if only we didnt have to sing as well.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells, i guess flo will do all the singing.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danced at cityhall ystd and there was a really cute dance instructor giving lessons next to us.&lt;br /&gt;hur.&lt;br /&gt;anyway yes my june schedule is hectic.&lt;br /&gt;with the excon camp&lt;br /&gt;the day kids camp&lt;br /&gt;chinese tuition&lt;br /&gt;trng&lt;br /&gt;thailand&lt;br /&gt;dance practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need thirty hours a day man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111752227697705437?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111752227697705437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;you drive me to distraction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahaaaaahahahaahahahahaaahaaahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling pretty good today, BECAUSE I FINALLY GOT MY NEW EZLINK.&lt;br /&gt;AND MELL AND I ARE GOING TO SHOP TMRW BECAUSE SCHL ENDS AT NINE THIRTY !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so today we were supposed to go cheryl's house to watch waterboys, but we didnt feel like going cause we were shed from the 2.4 run. &lt;br /&gt;went into laserflair while waiting for my card to be made.&lt;br /&gt;andi realised there are a million shows that i missed! &lt;br /&gt;so i'm probably going to spend half of my holidays in front of the tv.&lt;br /&gt;muahahaHAH.&lt;br /&gt;ohyesohyesohyes, MELL GOT NEW GREEN SLIPPERS! BLOODY NICE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for the arts fest !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody send me nice songs please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, &lt;br /&gt;what are we doing this sunday for the excon meeting?&lt;br /&gt;what was that abt madagascar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;avril lavinge's new song-fall to pieces is HOT !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111709851027027788?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111709851027027788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=111709851027027788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111709851027027788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111709851027027788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-drive-me-to-distraction.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-111701375522329132</id><published>2005-05-25T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T18:43:16.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>last call everybody step up for another, the ring of the bell gives a yell to the crowd that's behind you; &lt;br /&gt;did she sweep you off your feet; are you deciding not to leave without her, without her tonight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111701375522329132?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111701375522329132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=111701375522329132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111701375522329132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111701375522329132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/05/last-call-everybody-step-up-for.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-111640895751657310</id><published>2005-05-18T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T17:57:02.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i think i could forget.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY IF YOU DON'T FEEL LIKE READING ONE WHINY ENTRY NOW CAUSE I'M ABOUT TO GO ALL PHILOSOPHICAL. IF IT ISN'T YOUR CUP OF TEA, YOU CAN VERY WELL GO TO YOUR KITCHEN AND GET A COKE.&lt;br /&gt;JUST LEAVE ME ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS IF THREE TIMES WEREN'T ENOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;SOME TIMES YOU JUST HAVE TO GO DO STUPID THINGS W/O FIRST CONSIDERING HOW IT WOULD AFFECT OTHERS. YES, MAYBE IT ISN'T YOUR RESPONSIBILITY TO ENSURE MY HAPPINESS, BUT I DO THINK YOU COULD AT LEAST TRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WHEN I GET ALL DISAPPOINTED AND SAD LIKE THIS, I BET YOU'LL JUST CAME UP TO ME WITH THAT INNOCENT LOOK AND ASK WHAT'S WRONG AND IF YOU COULD HELP. LIKE HELLO, DONT GET ALL SICKENINGLY SWEET WITH ME. IF IT ISNT WHAT YOU'RE OUT TO DO THEN COULD YOU PLEASE TELL ME EXACTLY HOW YOUR SCRIPT GOES? SO THAT I CAN JUST FOLLOW IT AND THEN THIS WAY WE'LL ALL BE HAPPY AND LIVE HAPPILY AFTER FOREVER IN SEPARATE WORLDS. SOMETIMES I JUST GET SO IRRITATED WITH YOUR HECKCARE ATTITUDE AND THE WAY YOU THINK THAT THE ENTIRE WORLD JUST REVOLVES AROUND YOU AND YOU ONLY. PLEASE, STOP FOR A MOMENT AND JUST THINK ABOUT THE CONSEQUENCES WOULD YOU? BUT HONESTLY I KNOW THAT WHATEVER I SAY NOW IS USELESS BECAUSE YOU WILL NEVER EVER SEE THIS. AND EVEN IF YOU DO, YOU WOULDNT KNOW THAT I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU. YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY PERFECT AND THAT THE WHOLE WORLD WORSHIPS YOU. FINE, MAYBE YOU THINK IM GOING OVERBOARD, BUT IF YOU THINK ABOUT YOUR ATTITUDE AND YOUR ACTIONS, THEN MAYBE YOU'D FINALLY SEE WHAT IT IS ABOUT YOU THAT I CANNOT STAND. MAYBE ALL THAT I EVER THOUGHT YOU WERE WERE ALSO LIES. HAH. SURPRISE, SURPRISE. WHY IS IT THAT I DONT THINK I'D REALLY BE AFFECTED IF YOU WERE TO TELL ME THAT YOU'RE SORRY? MAYBE BECAUSE WHAT WE HAD IS OVER. UHHUH, I DON'T DENY THAT I'VE FALLEN BADLY AND THAT I'M HORRIBLY LOST. AND MAYBE IF YOU'D ADMIT IT TOO, THEN EVERYTHING WOULD BE MUCH BETTER. JUST MAYBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GAVE ME AN UNFORGETTABLE SUMMER. OR SO I THOUGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOWEILENIZHAOCHULEYIBAIGELIYOU;&lt;br /&gt;WOJIUSHINEMEDESHA;&lt;br /&gt;SHIFOUCHENMOJIUSHINIDEHUIDA?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111640895751657310?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111640895751657310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=111640895751657310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111640895751657310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111640895751657310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-think-i-could-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-111478612498088108</id><published>2005-04-29T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T19:48:43.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS BLOG IS ON HOLD.&lt;br /&gt;THE MIDYEARS ARE HERE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111478612498088108?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111478612498088108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=111478612498088108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111478612498088108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111478612498088108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-blog-is-on-hold.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-111408002750768769</id><published>2005-04-21T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T19:35:43.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pizza Hut in Year 2008 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Thank you for calling Pizza Hut. May I &lt;br /&gt;have your national ID number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Hi, I'd like to place an order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: I must have your national ID number first, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: My national ID number, yeah, hold on, eh, it's 6102049998-45-54610.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Thank you Mr Sheehan. I see you live at 1742 Meadowland Drive, and the phone number is 494-2366. Your office number over at Lincoln Insurance is 745-2302 and your cell number is 266-2566. Email address is sheehan@home.net Which number are you calling from sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Huh? I'm at home. Where'd you get all this information?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: We're wired into the HSS, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: The HSS, what is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: We're wired into the Homeland Security System, sir. This will add only 15 seconds to your ordering time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: (sighs) Oh well, I'd like to order a couple of your All-Meat Special pizzas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: I don't think that's a good idea, sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Whaddya mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Sir, your medical records and commode sensors indicate that you've got very high blood pressure and extremely high cholesterol. Your National Health Care provider won't allow such an unhealthy choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: What?!?! What do you recommend, then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: You might try our low-fat Soybean Pizza. I'm sure you'll likeit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: What makes you think I'd like something like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Well, you checked out 'Gourmet Soybean Recipes' from your local library last week, sir. That's why I made the suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: All right, all right. Give me two family-sized ones, then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: That should be plenty for you, your wife and your four kids. Your 2 dogs can finish the crusts, sir. Your total is $49.99.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Lemme give you my credit card number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid you'll have to pay in cash. Your credit card balance is over its limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: I'll run over to the ATM and get some cash before your driver gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: That won't work either, sir. Your checking account is overdrawn also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Never mind! Just send the pizzas. I'll have the cash ready. How long will it take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: We're running a little behind, sir. It'll be about 45 minutes, sir. If you're in a hurry you might want to pick them up while you're out getting the cash, but then, carrying pizzas on a motorcycle can be a little awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Wait! How do you know I ride a scooter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: It says here you're in arrears on your car payments, so your car got repossessed. But your Harley's paid for and you just filled the tank yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Well, I'll be a #%#^^&amp;$%^$@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: I'd advise watching your language, sir. You've already got a July 4, 2003 conviction for cussing out a cop and another one I see here in September for contempt at your hearing for cussing at a judge. Oh yes, I see here that you just got out from a 90 day stay in the State correctional Facility. Is this your first pizza since your return to society?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: (speechless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: Will there be anything else, sir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Yes, I have a coupon for a free 2 liter of Coke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: I'm sorry sir, but our ad's exclusionary &lt;br /&gt;clause prevents us from offering free soda to diabetics. The New Constitution prohibits this.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for calling Pizza Hut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111408002750768769?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111408002750768769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=111408002750768769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111408002750768769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111408002750768769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/04/pizza-hut-in-year-2008-operator-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-111373317885664472</id><published>2005-04-17T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T18:19:38.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;its called karma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i do the dumbbest dumbmest dumbest things. &lt;br /&gt;like leaving my beautiful black adidas swimwear at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;now i want to scream at myself cause i don't know how to tell my mum and i can't NOT SWIM.&lt;br /&gt;if i find the idiot that took it back home, rest assured i will come after you with the sharpest knife in my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nownow, if you're feeling rich and full of generousity, you know what to do. hinthint !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so, yesterday i went swimming with cheryl as usual and then we pigged out at seoul garden! &lt;br /&gt;yam ice cream is now my fave food. &lt;br /&gt;and dou jiang you tiao is my favourite song. okay that was out of point.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if she had a tummyache from all the halfcooked food she ate. &lt;br /&gt;haha. i am evil.&lt;br /&gt;then we went shopping ! GRIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHYESOHYES !&lt;br /&gt;WE MET THIS SCANDALOUS COUPLE THAT ACTUALLY TRIED TO ESCAPE FROM US.&lt;br /&gt;THIS PARTICULAR NOT-SO-NICE-SUPPOSEDLY-GOODY-GOODIE WITH SOME RANDOM MAN.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;all my life i would never have dreamed that anyone, &lt;em&gt;anyone&lt;/em&gt;, would be interested in her.&lt;br /&gt;AND THE PINK BAG, THE PINK BALLOON, THE PINK HAIR TIE, THE PINK TOP, THE PINK SHOES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAINTS-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111373317885664472?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111373317885664472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=111373317885664472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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thought&lt;br /&gt;that a sudden feeling had united them&lt;br /&gt;This certainty is beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Even more beautiful than uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;They thought they didn't know each other,&lt;br /&gt;nothing had ever happened between them,&lt;br /&gt;These streets, these stairs, this corridors,&lt;br /&gt;Where they could have met so long ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to ask them,&lt;br /&gt;if they can remember -&lt;br /&gt;perhaps in a revolving door&lt;br /&gt;face to face one day?&lt;br /&gt;A "sorry" in the crowd?&lt;br /&gt;"Wrong number" on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;- but I know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;No, they don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How surprised they would be&lt;br /&gt;For such a long time already&lt;br /&gt;Fate has been playing with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not quite yet ready&lt;br /&gt;to change into destiny,&lt;br /&gt;which brings them nearer and yet further,&lt;br /&gt;cutting their path&lt;br /&gt;and stifling a laugh,&lt;br /&gt;escaping ever further;&lt;br /&gt;There were signs, indications,&lt;br /&gt;indecipherable, what does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;or even last Tuesday,&lt;br /&gt;this leaf flying&lt;br /&gt;from one shoulder to another?&lt;br /&gt;Something lost and gathered.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, perhaps a ball already&lt;br /&gt;in the bushes, in childhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were handles, door bells,&lt;br /&gt;where, on the trace of a hand,&lt;br /&gt;another hand was placed;&lt;br /&gt;suitcases next to one another in the&lt;br /&gt;left luggage.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe one night the same dream&lt;br /&gt;forgotten on walking;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every beginning&lt;br /&gt;is only a continuation&lt;br /&gt;and the book of fate is&lt;br /&gt;always open in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wislawa Symborska &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;field cooking today.&lt;br /&gt;pretty lame yeah but still fun. okay at least to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;this week's been stressful. gained insight on lots of stuff. i finally understood what i didn't understand last year. &lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how certain people can hide their true colors and fool everyone arnd them.&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how they are so materialistic, how they stick to someone only because of something they can gain.&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how they can be your best friend one minute and totally ignore you the next second.&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing how fake they are.&lt;br /&gt;just another clone speaking the same way; acting the same way.&lt;br /&gt;don't you have understand &lt;em&gt;individualism&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;and don't think that we can be fooled.&lt;br /&gt;you think you're attractive and popular and you can throw your weight arnd?&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;i suggest you THINK AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;cause you're not a friend anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;allright enough of the bad&amp;sad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;totally spoils my mood.&lt;br /&gt;the photos of my cousin's wedding in australia came ystd and BOY ARE THEY NICE !&lt;br /&gt;i think i want to get three professional photographers for my wedding.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;but they're really nice; &lt;br /&gt;esp this black and white one that features the bride and groom in a windy field with beautiful trees. and the veil is flying all about so it's really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;and then there's this one that has my cousin in front of her house with the wind making her veil fly(again). and although she isn't super pretty, it looks real good cause ther's this huge smile on her face and even the blind can see that she's happy. &lt;font color="black"&gt;long time since i've felt that way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;they built this pavilion thing overlooking a reallyreally beautiful valley that stretches to the horizon. they got married there and we even saw the sunset. then we all went to stay in this really cool cabin that's better then the carlton here.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;then there was the beautifulbeautifulbeautifulPERFECT beaches.&lt;br /&gt;okay i love australia again.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why i'm suddenly reminiscing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it hurts to want everything and nothing at the same time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111356769335029180?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111356769335029180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=111356769335029180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111356769335029180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111347704348658375?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111347704348658375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=111347704348658375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111347704348658375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111347704348658375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/04/fate-fell-short-this-time-your-smile.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-111330568335931413</id><published>2005-04-12T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T19:34:43.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;all we ever needed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I just breathe&lt;br /&gt;Let it fill the space between&lt;br /&gt;I'll know everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Every little piece of me&lt;br /&gt;You'll see&lt;br /&gt;Everything is alright&lt;br /&gt;If I just breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWIM LIKE THERE'S NO TMRW; I WANT JELLYBEANS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111330568335931413?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-111321530300409882</id><published>2005-04-11T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T18:35:20.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;one size fits all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;you laid aside Your majesty/gave up everything for me/suffered at the hands of those you have created/you took all my guilt and shame/when you died and rose again/now today you reign/in heaven and earth exalted/i really want to worship you my lord/you have won my heart and i am yours/forever and ever i will love you/you are the only one who died for me/gave yourlife to set me free/so i lift my voice to you/in adoration &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it my imagination or is my room getting colder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay so it was back to school today.&lt;br /&gt;i know i have sth hilarious to say about cheryl han but i just cant rmb.&lt;br /&gt;wait till tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in love with TONGHUA-&lt;br /&gt;the nicest song on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly have this fetish for christian dior goods.&lt;br /&gt;and i have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i pray like mad that there wont be trng tmrw so that i can FINALLY SWIM.&lt;br /&gt;yes i must stop procastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=black&gt;things as good as this always dont last for long.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WO HAO FAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111321530300409882?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111321530300409882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=111321530300409882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111321530300409882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111321530300409882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/04/one-size-fits-all-you-laid-aside-your.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-111312817258500298</id><published>2005-04-10T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T18:16:12.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;tagboard replies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cheryl;&lt;/strong&gt;NO I DO NOT HAVE A TUMOUR. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nut;&lt;/strong&gt;hahaha. have you disappeared? havent seen you for so long.&lt;br /&gt;WHO'S JINYIN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyi;&lt;/strong&gt;really? how come i had no idea? and yes, what abt your nicie pie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;flo;&lt;/strong&gt;hokay i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pam;&lt;/strong&gt;BEAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE;&lt;/strong&gt;I WANT MORE XUN YI CAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111312817258500298?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111312817258500298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=111312817258500298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111312817258500298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111312817258500298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/04/tagboard-replies-cherylno-i-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-111312747980617520</id><published>2005-04-10T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T18:04:39.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the au pairs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room's really cold.&lt;br /&gt;i dont see the point in adjusting the temperature when there is no change at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i digress.&lt;br /&gt;finally finished watching xun yi cao.&lt;br /&gt;the saddest show on earth.&lt;br /&gt;even sadder than the dolphin show.&lt;br /&gt;i think i cried about a million times.&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder what mybestfriend would say? haha.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant say too much cause i dont want to spoil it for jayne.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;why doesnt the show have more episodes?&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO WATCH LAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes.&lt;br /&gt;rv is the champion for every category! &lt;br /&gt;and catherine won the best team leader thing. BEAMS.&lt;br /&gt;LALALA ARENT WE GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;then it was seoul garden and a huge amount of gossiping.&lt;br /&gt;i reached home pretty late and i still had to do worship the next day cause some best friend couldnt. &lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does xun yi cao like only have fifteen cds?&lt;br /&gt;damn the producer.&lt;br /&gt;make me waste so much tissue.&lt;br /&gt;ah dont mind me. &lt;br /&gt;i'll get over it in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I STILL WANT TO WATCH THE LOVELYLOVELY SHOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111312747980617520?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111312747980617520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=111312747980617520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111312747980617520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111312747980617520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/04/au-pairs-my-rooms-really-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-111278076108980430</id><published>2005-04-06T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T17:52:14.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;everything was a lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i asked cheryl; dont tell me you're not a virgin?&lt;br /&gt;and she said; YOU MAY NEVER KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROTFLMAO-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have such weird friends lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i went to the polyclinic for the checkup today. the stupid doctor was super guailan, i dont even know what i did to incur her wrath. she wanted to prescribe me antibiotics for a lump in the throat. &lt;br /&gt;like i alr told her i do not have a fever and she seemed to have some trouble understanding that. &lt;br /&gt;HUR.&lt;br /&gt;so in the end she referred me to some specialist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111278076108980430?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111278076108980430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=111278076108980430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111278076108980430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111278076108980430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/04/everything-was-lie-today-i-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-111251341609632476</id><published>2005-04-03T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T15:33:01.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Drops of Jupiter &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now that she's back in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;She acts like summer and walks like rain&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that there's a time to change, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Since the return from her stay on the moon&lt;br /&gt;She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tell me, did you sail across the sun&lt;br /&gt;Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded&lt;br /&gt;And heaven is overrated?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star,&lt;br /&gt;One without a permanent scar,&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now that she's back from that soul vacation,&lt;br /&gt;Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now that she's back in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane&lt;br /&gt;Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;And head back to the Milky Way?&lt;br /&gt;And tell me, did Venus blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;Was it everything you wanted to find?&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation&lt;br /&gt;The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;And head back toward the Milky Way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111251341609632476?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111251341609632476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=111251341609632476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111251341609632476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111251341609632476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/04/drops-of-jupiter-now-that-shes-back-in.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-111235544417607372</id><published>2005-04-01T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T15:34:00.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;perhaps under a different sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;flag day tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to go make my ic with junjie and then someone reminded me that it was closed on saturdays. so i guess i don't have any reason to leave earlier anymore. &lt;br /&gt;recaprecap; what did i do today?&lt;br /&gt;well there was trng. &lt;br /&gt;and then there were the stupid jokes that everyone keeps playing. &lt;br /&gt;chong qi en had this really gross thing. a fake pringles container filled with some mysterious substance that resembles marshmallows, only about a thousand times grosser. he put real chips on everything then started offering it to everybody. poor rebecca got her hand in that and some spilled on the classroom flr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yuck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happyfifteenth suetwai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why but today was really sad. and bad. guess me and cheryl were pmsing or sth cause we were so easily irritated and kept getting pissed at this annoying person. &lt;br /&gt;and we deduced that everybody's twofaced.&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH.&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT TO SAY, TODAY'S MR CHOO'S LAST DAY IN SCHL.&lt;br /&gt;I THINK HE'S PROBABLY THE ONLY NICE TEACHER LEFT IN RV.&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW HE'S GONE TOO.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111235544417607372?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111235544417607372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=111235544417607372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111235544417607372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111235544417607372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/04/perhaps-under-different-sky-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11820318.post-111225991298667811</id><published>2005-03-31T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T15:34:43.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;one last dance to our first song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. i got my super belated present today.&lt;br /&gt;i take a really long time to blog yes.&lt;br /&gt;and its all that damned ebloggy's fault.&lt;br /&gt;SULKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i hope that i won't fail the stupid bonding test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ystd went to cheryl's hse to work out.&lt;br /&gt;okay, we WANTED to, at least.&lt;br /&gt;then the stupid carlos guy came and guailaned us.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe it was because we told such a freaking WHOOPING big lie! shirlene claimed that she was cheryl's neighbour and then she used cheryl's other card to try to book the tennis court.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;then for no reason carlos decided to check the card. maybe our acting skills were too bad. and he found out that the card was cheryl's. then he asked for shirlene's dad's name and she said AH BENG.&lt;br /&gt;ROTFLMAO-&lt;br /&gt;in the end he only allowed junjie and shir in the gym.&lt;br /&gt;so me flo mell and cher went up to watch FREAKYFRIDAY.&lt;br /&gt;it's currently my fave movie. &lt;br /&gt;woots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11820318-111225991298667811?l=smearedd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/feeds/111225991298667811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11820318&amp;postID=111225991298667811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111225991298667811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11820318/posts/default/111225991298667811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smearedd.blogspot.com/2005/03/one-last-dance-to-our-first-song-ooh.html' title=''/><author><name>i'm the girl kicking the coke machine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13899097853668920670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
