<?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-30945102</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:42:52.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ForGet*Me*NoT</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30945102.post-1742552065223831090</id><published>2007-11-29T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T12:59:33.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;One night and one more time;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for the memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay I survived campppp (!) Just unpacked my bag and surprisingly, it wasn't too disorganized. Hahahaha. Cadets' Night was damn funny can. But anyway, group name was Coconut (!!!) And and and Diyan said if anyone comes up with a knife and asks you "money or bra!?" then you can say "you can take my bra cause I have coconuts."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay let's not talk about that anymoreeeee. I want to change my skin (again). Maybe I'll change to The Click Five one :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I will. Bye bye (waves)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-1742552065223831090?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1742552065223831090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=1742552065223831090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1742552065223831090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1742552065223831090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-night-and-one-more-time-thanks-for.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-2199679999903541366</id><published>2007-11-22T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T13:15:41.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M SUPPOSED TO BE ON HIATUS, BUT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS YEAR'S HIGHEST AGGREGATE SCORE IS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;294&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WTFG!?&lt;br /&gt;(And no, it was not my brother. Like DUH!?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-2199679999903541366?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2199679999903541366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=2199679999903541366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2199679999903541366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2199679999903541366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-supposed-to-be-on-hiatus-but-this.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-8619654759685868880</id><published>2007-11-21T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T13:11:48.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;She's cold and she's cruel;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But she knows what She's doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This blog will be on a &lt;em&gt;mini&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 305px; HEIGHT: 538px" height="612" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc188/i-didmybest/untitled3.jpg" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HIATUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until after camp, about early dec? I have to get everything ready, buy stuff, etc. And most importantly, eat my lunch. I have many things to do, I'ma busy woman. And I'll most probably be back sometimes when I'm bored (: But 26-28 is camp, so miss me :D I CAN'T WAIT FOR CAMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So exciting haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay now, bye people (waves) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[/edit]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH YES YES YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SGT RYHAN!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alpha loves you many many :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-8619654759685868880?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/8619654759685868880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=8619654759685868880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8619654759685868880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8619654759685868880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/shes-cold-and-shes-cruel-but-she-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-4466663586826201393</id><published>2007-11-20T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T15:44:16.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A day wasted, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's been exactly 4 months since you stepped down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And I miss you so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-4466663586826201393?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4466663586826201393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=4466663586826201393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/4466663586826201393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/4466663586826201393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/day-wasted-just-like-that.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-4354740847884631095</id><published>2007-11-20T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T12:40:22.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Soon you'll see;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That you're addicted to Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay everybody!!!!! Seems like it won't take as long as expected to upgrade my bloggaye. I'm happy with this skin for the time being, will change again when I feel like it. Maybe after camp?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway I was searching for blogskins these few days, and found MANY MANY Click Five ones! And they're supercalifragilisticexpacalidocious-ly COOL! Of course lah, Click Five leh. I shall post the links.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/166744/"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/info/166744/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This one is animated. But not so nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=85337&amp;amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=85337&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Very cool very cool!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=90739&amp;amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=90739&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quite unaligned but still, there's The CLICK FIVE (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=166222&amp;amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=166222&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nice nice!!! But got navi. I don't like navi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=118295&amp;amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=118295&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why are they like upside down!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=89943&amp;amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=89943&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eh very nice very nice (!!) Maybe I'll consider using this. It looks like the one I had for my previous private bloggaye :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=97881&amp;amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=97881&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;EEEEEEE, why is everything PINK!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=152124&amp;amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=152124&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is like the coolest cus it has The Click Five and ORANGE together ((((((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=76740&amp;amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=76740&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(melts) So blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=85596&amp;amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=85596&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's equally blue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=111324&amp;amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=111324&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's even bluer. And this person siao one never credit. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=150818&amp;amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=150818&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Do they like blue or something? Well, okay maybe they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=160301&amp;amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=160301&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wheeeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=150923&amp;amp;action=Preview"&gt;http://www.blogskins.com/apply.php?sid=150923&amp;amp;action=Preview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;No harm intended to all those people who made the skins (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;YAY I LOVE THE CLICK FIVE (inserts heart)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I swear I'm getting lazier and lazier these days. I sleep like every time I can. After coming back home just now, I slept until want to die already xD Slept for like 5 hrs. AND guess what, I'm still sleepy. Oh yah yah yah I dreamt of something really really hilarious!!!! Come ask me, i MAY tell you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today was so so so funnn. And I know I am very random, but maybe next post I'll post something that my now-lost friend sent me a long time ago. It's really hilarious I tell you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I am in serious need of horizontal meditation now, but I still haven't achieved my new month/week resolution (!!!) It's been ages that I planned that but I still haven't achieved it. Ohwellzxzxzx, everybody procrastinates. I will find those freaking books by this week and finish my stupid "shan liang de chou ba guai" compo by friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh whatever. My eyelids are attracted to each other now. BYEBYE (waves!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-4354740847884631095?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4354740847884631095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=4354740847884631095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/4354740847884631095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/4354740847884631095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/soon-youll-see-that-youre-addicted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-4424758473175725647</id><published>2007-11-18T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T23:51:30.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG SORRY PEOPLE. THIS BLOG WILL BE UNDER CONSTRUCTION FOR AWHILE.&lt;br /&gt;PROBABLY UNTIL LIKE, EARLY DEC.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-4424758473175725647?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4424758473175725647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=4424758473175725647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/4424758473175725647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/4424758473175725647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/omg-sorry-people.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-690640858903211257</id><published>2007-11-18T02:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T22:55:47.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;All this time You were pretending;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much for My Happy Ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, Oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, Oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, Oh, Oh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lets talk this over, it's not like we're dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was it something I did? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Was it something you said? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Don't leave me hanging, in a city so dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Held up so high, on such a breakable thread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All of the memories so close to me just fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, Oh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You've got your dumb friends, I know what they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They tell you I'm difficult, but so are they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But they don't know me, do they even know you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All the things you hide from me, all the shit that you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All of the memories so close to me just fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's nice to know that you were there, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for actin' like you cared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And makin' me feel like I was the only one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's nice to know we had it all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for watchin' as I fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And lettin' me know we were done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He was everything, everything that I wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All of the memories so close to me just fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All of the memories so close to me just fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, Oh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, Oh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-690640858903211257?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/690640858903211257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=690640858903211257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/690640858903211257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/690640858903211257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-this-time-you-were-pretending-so.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-3205771311970990529</id><published>2007-11-17T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T16:22:31.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AS PROMISED, (although a little late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Sensitivity Score: 78%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouextremelysensitivequiz/sensitive-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a highly sensitive person. Pretty much everything effects you.&lt;br /&gt;You are tuned into the vibe around you, and someone's bad mood can bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;But you also easily share in someone's joy - whether you know them or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouextremelysensitivequiz/"&gt;Are You Extremely Sensitive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yes, I am sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in New York&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanlagirloranygirlquiz/ny.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a girl on the go, and LA's laid back lifestyle isn't really your thing.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer a city that never sleeps, and people as ambitious as you are.&lt;br /&gt;Cultured and street smart, you can truly appreciate everything New York has to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanlagirloranygirlquiz/"&gt;Are You an LA Girl or a NY Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh yay. I love NY (inserts heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 84% Intuitive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howintuitiveareyouquiz/intuitive-5.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your intuition is so spot on it's scary!&lt;br /&gt;You can learn a lot about people and situations, simply by listening to your gut.&lt;br /&gt;And you've even wondered if you can predict the future at times.&lt;br /&gt;Just be sure not to always listen to your intuition... someday it could be wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howintuitiveareyouquiz/"&gt;How Intuitive Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Omg, this is so cool. (Told you I'd be a good fortune teller!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 70% Boyish and 30% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#a7ceff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG, I AM NOT AN EUNUCH (!!!!!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Worry Factor is 88%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouworrytoomuchquiz/worry.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You worry way too much. It's practically ruining your life.&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything bad that could possibly happen, you've worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;Chill out a little, and realize that life is pretty great as is.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, things may go wrong. But if they do, you will be able to deal with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouworrytoomuchquiz/"&gt;Do You Worry Too Much?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I get old easily. Is that your point huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Die at Age 61&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/die.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty average when it comes to how you live...&lt;br /&gt;And how you'll die as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/"&gt;What Age Will You Die?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SO EARLY!?!?!?! I'd better start planning a will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hippie Chick Name Is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/hippiechicknamegenerator/girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thyme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/hippiechicknamegenerator/"&gt;Hippie Chick Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG so cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in Summer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/summer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energetic, creative, and very curious about the world...&lt;br /&gt;You're not going to let anything hold you back, especially a cold day.&lt;br /&gt;Whether you're chilling out at the beach or partying all night, you live for the warm weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatseasonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Season Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Summer. (inserts heart)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Would Do Most Things For Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/wouldyoudoanythingforlovequiz/love-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to go pretty far for love - but not far enough to compromise your core values.&lt;br /&gt;Love is a priority for you, and you'll go further than most people to hold on to someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;But killing for love? Or even taking a bullet? Probably out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, you love yourself the most!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyoudoanythingforlovequiz/"&gt;Would You Do Anything For Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WOWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Ego&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouidegoorsuperegoquiz/ego.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a balanced approach to your life.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely aren't afraid to act out on your desires - even crazy ones.&lt;br /&gt;But you usually think first. Morals drive you as much as hedonism does.&lt;br /&gt;You've been able to live a life of pleasure... without living a life of excess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouidegoorsuperegoquiz/"&gt;Are You Id, Ego, or Superego?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wow. This explains how I am the egoistic partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Inner Gender is Female&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnergenderquiz/female.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sensitive, caring, and willing to connect with anyone who's open to you.&lt;br /&gt;You make friends easily, and you enjoy all sorts of conversations.&lt;br /&gt;You understand most people you meet - better than they understand themselves.&lt;br /&gt;You're totally a woman... or at the very least, your soul is female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourinnergenderquiz/"&gt;What's Your Inner Gender?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 24% Shy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howshyareyouquiz/shy-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are slightly shy, but overall, your reactions to social situations are normal.&lt;br /&gt;You dread difficult social situations, but you still handle them with grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howshyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Shy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think I did this before. And the results were totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Type: ENFP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Inspirer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you are passionate and eager to develop a strong bond.&lt;br /&gt;For you, sex should be playful, creative, and affectionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are perceptive and bring out the best in your partner.&lt;br /&gt;However, you tend to hold on to bad relationships after they've turned bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best matches: INTJ and INFJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Er, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blog Should Be Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/purple.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey.&lt;br /&gt;You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG, I HATE PURPLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Need Some Yellow in Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolordoyouneedquiz/yellow.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow will make you feel happy, perky, and hyper.&lt;br /&gt;And with a little yellow, you will project an aura of energy.&lt;br /&gt;If you want attention, you've got to get a little yellow in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For extra punch: Combine yellow with blue or orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside of yellow: People associate it with sickness and deceit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consequences of more yellow in your life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will have more mental clarity, especially when faced with difficult problems&lt;br /&gt;You will be protected from depression and moodiness&lt;br /&gt;You will be a lot less likely to burn out or feel stressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolordoyouneedquiz/"&gt;What Color Do You Need?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need ORANGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Have Many Alpha Tendencies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanalphafemalequiz/alpha-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not a total alpha female, but you certainly know how to - and like to - get your way.&lt;br /&gt;You're forceful without being intimidating. You're confident without being vain. A perfect mix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanalphafemalequiz/"&gt;Are You an Alpha Female?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To tell you the truth, I took this quiz because of the word Alpha. And I &lt;em&gt;AM&lt;/em&gt; an ALPHA FEMALE cus I BELONG to ALPHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#fff8c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffce3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will only have one true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been deeply wounded in the past, and you're still recovering from that hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to be with someone who's a success. A person with the right job, right family, right clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you are able to walk away and calm down. You are able to weather the storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a hard time ending relationships, even if the other person says it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HUH?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Emoticon is Sad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatemoticonbestrepresentsyourightnowquiz/sad.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're feeling a tad depressed right now. It will likely pass soon, but for now, you need some major cheering up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatemoticonbestrepresentsyourightnowquiz/"&gt;What Emoticon Best Represents You Right Now?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, I guess this is right, in a way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay finally. Will not be any posts for the moment, I guess. Hope this will make up (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Byebye (waves)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-3205771311970990529?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3205771311970990529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=3205771311970990529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3205771311970990529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3205771311970990529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-promised-although-little-late-your.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-3852232500754332918</id><published>2007-11-17T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T14:27:46.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;What I expected to be an Everlasting Reunion;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turned out to be a Wholeout Rebellion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hello everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Went PS yesterday. Bought this OTO massage thingamabobby. Haven't plugged it in yet, though. But whatever lah. I bought orange tank top (!!!) and FBTs (!!!!) Now I can wear that to Sentosa outing someday. At least won't look too obiang. But I don't know what I'm talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay.. Afiqah just told me this &lt;s&gt;really tragic&lt;/s&gt; news? Okay okay, I promise I won't rant over and over again, AND AND I also promise I &lt;em&gt;won't&lt;/em&gt; get &lt;s&gt;too&lt;/s&gt; sad. And most importantly, I won't get emo all over again (: But it's a really sad thing lah huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's really nothing much to talk about these few days. It's getting so boring. No emails to send, no crappy Jiaying to talk to, no Afiqah to rant at, no Audrey to &lt;s&gt;tease&lt;/s&gt; share probs with.. Aiya it's like nothing to do jiu shi le. And those stupid storybooks from the stupid list &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; can't be found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Someone who doesn't mind being ranted at please call me now? I feel so (censored)(censored)(censored) now lah I want to shout at everyone. Don't worry I won't go do anything foolish with my name tag like I did&lt;em&gt; that night&lt;/em&gt;. Maybe I will go think about happy things like - !!! (inserts heart) But then there's no happy things to think about -. There seems to be no happy things happening these few weeks eh. We shall wait patiently for Monday, then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Really really nothing to do now seriously. So next post I will do some lame quizzzzzzzes. Look forward to it, it'll be one of the longest and funniest post ever. And also one of the happiest. Be grateful okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when I think&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;everything's alright, that life's beginning to turn for the better, the wind changes direction, the signs change, and North becomes South, East becomes West. And, I get totally lost. Everything starts going wrong again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is happening to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-3852232500754332918?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3852232500754332918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=3852232500754332918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3852232500754332918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3852232500754332918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/what-i-expected-to-be-everlasting.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-2836754042444695143</id><published>2007-11-15T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:36:48.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;When darkness turns into Light;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it ends Tonight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busayyye these few days. Went back to school yesterday actually to practice combat and clear homework, but ended up not doing anything but slacking in the library and the see-saws. Checked out the streaming results and found out that - didn't make it to a class that I wanted her to get into. ): Wth lah, I have &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; to do better than her because I want to get into triple!!! But anyway back to our point, I FINISHED MY STUPID CHINESE ASSESSMENT!!! Say yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished my stupid chinese, me and Janice got zuper bored and started looking for disgusting books. Then there was these few books with the call number BRA, then the titles had something to do with bras, like Something We Have To Lose or something like that, and A Blessed Gift, etc etc. So Jan was like "Here is your prize," then she gave me the Blessed Gift book. Like omg, we are seriously lame but it's fun (: During this whole time, lazy Afiqah was once hardworking enough to read a book that I intro-ed to her. FYI, before that she was reading a book called Hello Chok Tong, Goodbye Kuan Yew or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then headed over to JP cus I had to meet mum and bulky brother there. Jan and Afi went with me and they went to eat blah blah, then in the bus there was this bunch of very lame people who kept cracking lame jokes. They're like too overaged to crack these lame jokes lah -.- Then there was this guy who was so act cool that I wanted to punch him in the face right away. AND we reached JP later than expected cus SOMEONE wanted to take 198. I wonder who is that SOMEONE huh. As a result, we got delayed for like half an hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway. After that we went to the supercalifragilisticexpacalidocious POPULAR! After walking around aimlessly for eons and wondering what the song that was playing over the idonnowhatyoucallthat was, they had to go and I met my mum. Then ate at BentoBox! So fuullllll. But nevermind. Nice can already. Reached home at 10+ and realised I haven't did my poster. Slept at 12+, 1. Woke at 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was tiring but I wasn't tired (inside joke). Well, maybe I was. Slept for idonnohowmany hours. PT was okay today (: (SOME PEOPLE know why :D) Shan't relate too much about today's events. Partner Zehra didn't come today ): Had to do combat with Hui Fang. But whatever lah huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so tired I want to go and sleep again but see I am such a kind soul so here I am updating for you all although there's not much to talk about. Be grateful okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my beauty sleep now, byebye (waves)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-2836754042444695143?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2836754042444695143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=2836754042444695143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2836754042444695143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2836754042444695143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-darkness-turns-into-light-it-ends.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-8274990829959191259</id><published>2007-11-13T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T12:53:17.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Through the Summer and the Fall;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had each other, that was All&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I take back my words. There's really not much to be happy about in this kind of sucky life. Except maybe when there's NC activity but that's out of the point. Two more days, that's all I need to refresh myself and make myself happier. That's all I need so that I can stop being this pile of lame shit and live my life to the fullest. 'Cause right now, there's really nothing to be happy about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really regret what I did. Whatever I did. No matter how trivial it is. I really don't care what you feel right now, but still. My motto during Primary School used to be "Friends now, Friends for Life." But now, I don't know whether I can still hold up this principle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really need someone to be by my side right now, but the truth is, nobody cares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when she was sad, I was there to dry her tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when she was happy, so was I, when she loved me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the summer and the fall, we had each other, that was all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just she and I together, like it was meant to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when she was lonely, I was there to comfort her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I knew that she loved me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the years went by, I stayed the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And she began to drift away, I was left alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Still I waited for the day, when she’d say "I will always love you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lonely and forgotten, never thought she’d look my way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She smiled at me and held me, just like she used to do,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like she loved me, when she loved me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When she loved me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-8274990829959191259?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/8274990829959191259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=8274990829959191259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8274990829959191259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8274990829959191259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/through-summer-and-fall-we-had-each.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-5448666469751091249</id><published>2007-11-12T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T16:58:31.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I guess, that this is where We've come to;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If You don't want to, and You don't have to believe me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay. So much for leaving this nice blog. I decided that since life is short, why not make the best outta it? (: So here I am, as "happy" as usual. May be permanently shifting back to Blogger. Hope for the best, huh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got beaten by Partner Zehra 'til my arms are numb. Ha, blame her for being bony. I'll ask her for some insurance (H)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Beginning to regret changing blogskin. But well, I think this is nicer than the last one. Don't you all just agree that orange is the bomb? (inserts heart) I bet you all agree lah, huh. It's like the best colour in the Whole Wide World. Okay, getting more and more random these days. Must be * and Afiqah's influence lah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Not much to talk about. Life not &lt;em&gt;thhaaattt&lt;/em&gt; interesting these few days ): Not as interesting as last time, at least. Had lunch after act with the usual clique at 7-11. Spent bu shao qian ): Have to save money these few days for some particular reason that only Afiqah knows (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;* knows my New Month, New Week and New Year resolution(s) (: Hope I can like, achieve something for once. Mum's already starting to plan for camp xD Well seems like she can't wait to get rid of me. Kidding. Can't wait for camp, though. I don't know why. At least have something to look forward to. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Had Interaction today! :D Got really close to ---- (!!!!) Omg, so cool right? Yes. Love, love, love :DD Feeling so hyper now (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is just so Stupid. But anyway, updates on &lt;a href="http://i-didmybest.livejournal.com/"&gt;Other Side.&lt;/a&gt; :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I Love You All!!! (: (inserts heart)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sad person doesn't have to look sad. Neither does a happy person need to look happy. Or an angry person angry. It doesn't mean that if I am happy, I look happy. So thanks to the people who have been enduring my badmood looks these few days (: Cus maybe, just maybe, I was actually happy. And if I looked happy somehow, remember looks are deceiving. But anyway, thanks to all. I love all of you (inserts heart)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-5448666469751091249?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/5448666469751091249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=5448666469751091249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/5448666469751091249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/5448666469751091249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-guess-that-this-is-where-weve-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-886674082871529544</id><published>2007-11-12T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T16:15:32.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no Masquerade;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a funeral march for Love today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who tagged you was:&lt;br /&gt;Janice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;Best Friends (: And bus partners huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your 5 impressions of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;She is cute man! And responsible. And funny. And very pleased with what she has and probably not wanting more? And again, cute (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Most memorable thing he/she has done for you?&lt;br /&gt;She has done many things leh. Sounds wrong :/ But the most memorable thing is telling me she (censored)(censored). First person to know okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Most memorable words she has said to you?&lt;br /&gt;I love you too. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Huh. Me no Lesbian (!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;br /&gt;Her height. Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;Turn her into a pail of water and throw her into the sea so she can't come back again. But she won't become my enemy lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;I'm irritating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The thing you desire to do most for him/her would be?&lt;br /&gt;EEEEE that sounds so WRONG. I want to fulfill her wishes. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Overall impression of him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. A character trait you love about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I like to listen? (This sounds familliar. Have I said it before?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A character trait you hate about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;For the third time, I am irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Person you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;Er, I don't know. A nicer person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Say something to the people who care for you!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 people to know what they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;(I've done this before but I'm gonna do it again. Sounds wrong but anyway,)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Afiqah&lt;br /&gt;2. Janice&lt;br /&gt;3. Jiaying&lt;br /&gt;4. Audrey&lt;br /&gt;5. Sheena&lt;br /&gt;6. Joey&lt;br /&gt;7. Charxipoo&lt;br /&gt;8. Thenghui&lt;br /&gt;9. Desiree&lt;br /&gt;10.Eva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is #6 having a relationship with? (Joey)&lt;br /&gt;Me. Sistah. Haha. No, with her idonnowhatshisname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is #9 a male or female? (Desiree)&lt;br /&gt;Bisexual. Haha kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If #7 and #10 are together, will it be a good thing? (Charxipoo and Eva)&lt;br /&gt;Yes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about #8 and #5? (Sheena and Thenghui)&lt;br /&gt;Nice man. This quiz is turning for the better and not pairing up people who don't know each other xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is #2 studying about? (Janice)&lt;br /&gt;Er, about not to be an irritating monkey. But she's not an irritating monkey, though. Maybe she's learning to make herself more tanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last you talked to #3? (Jiaying)&lt;br /&gt;Few hours ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music does #8 like? (Thenghui)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. (You're way too beautiful, girl. Class chalet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does #1 have any siblings? (Afiqah)&lt;br /&gt;Yes duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you woo #3? (Jiaying)&lt;br /&gt;Cannot! She's my mum. And again, me no lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about #7? (Charxipoo)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is #4 single? (Audrey)&lt;br /&gt;Nope. She's attached to her bassoon. And Lynn Yeo. And mua. Kidding. Only the first is true. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's #5 surname? (Sheena)&lt;br /&gt;Ang &lt;s&gt;Ku Kueh&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about #10? (Eva)&lt;br /&gt;Yang &lt;s&gt;Meh Meh&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4's hobby? (Audrey)&lt;br /&gt;Playing shoe puppets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do #5 and #9 get along? (Sheena and Desiree)&lt;br /&gt;Sure do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does #2 study at? (Janice)&lt;br /&gt;Crescent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something casual about #1(Afiqah)?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she likes spitting beancurd on my hand. And, our babies, Stupid, Bim and Bo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried developing feelings about #8? (Thenghui)&lt;br /&gt;ME. NO. LESBIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does #9 live? (Desiree)&lt;br /&gt;She stays verayye near me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are #5 and #1 best friends? (Afiqah and Sheena)&lt;br /&gt;Er, no. But they know each other because Afiqah comes to my class every morning to say "Good morning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does #7 like #2? (Charxipoo and Janice)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to know #2? (Janice)&lt;br /&gt;School and NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does #1 have any pets? (Afiqah)&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I know! Turtle, Bear and Croc. Stupid, Bim and Bo! But they're not&lt;em&gt; pets&lt;/em&gt;, they're &lt;em&gt;BABIES&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is #7 the sexiest person in the world? (Charxipoo)&lt;br /&gt;Er, no. Hahah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last one was so much better than this cause the last #7 &lt;em&gt;was &lt;/em&gt;the sexiest person in the world. Haha, kidding. Me no Lesbian, remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girly&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love at least one shade of pink.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't like being messy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] My belongings are organised.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I don't like rock music.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like wearing accessories.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Bright colours amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I hate black.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I go to the salon once a week.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I comb my hair almost all the time.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I bring my phone with me everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x9 = 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boyish&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I wear baggy pants.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I play video games.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I listen to boybands like MCR, Yellowcard, Switchfoot, etcetc. (THE CLICK FIVE [inserts heart])&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like wearing jackets with hoods.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm too lazy to do chores.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I dont like to go shopping.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like to go bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like being sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I am a big fan of marvel superheroes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] I barely wear perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x6 = 48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write your answers underneath the questions. The answers are at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Favourite colour? [red, blue, black, green or yellow]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.First initial?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.What month were you born in?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Which colour do you like more? [black or white]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Name one of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Afiqah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Your favourite number?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do you like flying or driving more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Do you like the lake or the ocean more?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Think of a wish but dont write it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. If you choose:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red- You are alert and your life is full of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Black- You are conservative and aggresive.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Me? Aggresive?! Well maybe yes.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green: Your soul is relaxed and you are laid back.&lt;br /&gt;Blue- You are spontaneous and love kisses and affection from the ones you love and give good advice to those who are down.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow- You are a very happy person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. If your initial is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;A-K: You have a lot of love and friendships in your life&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Yup, yup.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L-R: You try to enjoy your life to the max and your love life is soon to blossom.&lt;br /&gt;S-Z: You like to help others and your future love life looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If you were born in:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jan-Mar: The year will go very well for you and you will discover that you fall in love with someone totally unexpected.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I &lt;/em&gt;have&lt;em&gt; fallen in love with someone totally unexpected!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;April-June: You will have a long love relationship that will last forever.&lt;br /&gt;July-Sept: You will have a great year and will experience major life-changing experiences for the better&lt;br /&gt;Oct-Dec: Your love life will be great and you will eventually find your soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. If you choose:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Black: Your life will take on a different direction, it will seem hard but will be the best thing for you and you will be glad that it happened.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Hope so lah huh.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White: You will have a friend who completely confides in you and would do anything for you, but you may not realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. This person is your bestfriend.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Totally! [inserts heart])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. This is how many true friends you have in your lifetime.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Oh, so cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. If you choose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Flying: You like adventure&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Yup, yup. Who wants to conquer Mt. Everest with me?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving: You are a laid back person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. If you choose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lake: You are loyal to your friends and your lover and yourself are very reserved and not emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ocean: You are a spontaneous person and like to please people but have many emotions.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Er, maybe. I &lt;/em&gt;do&lt;em&gt; have many emotions.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. This wish will only come true if you post this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Emotion-test. Don't cheat." &lt;em&gt;(Er, isn't it already &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-886674082871529544?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/886674082871529544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=886674082871529544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/886674082871529544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/886674082871529544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/theres-no-masquerade-just-funeral-march.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-8709135235194854224</id><published>2007-11-11T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T15:07:32.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nice orange skin. (Not)&lt;br /&gt;I (do not) like it so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates will no longer be here,&lt;br /&gt;At least, not for now.&lt;br /&gt;If you're still visiting often,&lt;br /&gt;Then you're Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're still wondering about&lt;br /&gt;When you can continue calling and smsing&lt;br /&gt;To my regular burnt-orange phone,&lt;br /&gt;Then I think you should know by now,&lt;br /&gt;That that phone is gone now,&lt;br /&gt;And gone forever.&lt;br /&gt;Some &lt;s&gt;fucking&lt;/s&gt; thing inside has corroded.&lt;br /&gt;And now no one can bother me with their dumb calls.&lt;br /&gt;And please for God's sake,&lt;br /&gt;Stop smsing to my old number,&lt;br /&gt;Which is my mum's phone.&lt;br /&gt;Cus if you have even a smidgen of common sense,&lt;br /&gt;She'd read whatever you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i-didmybest.livejournal.com/"&gt;Bye, suckers.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-8709135235194854224?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/8709135235194854224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=8709135235194854224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8709135235194854224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8709135235194854224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/nice-orange-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-2747565136563485507</id><published>2007-11-10T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T23:29:12.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://i-didmybest.livejournal.com/"&gt;i'm sorry;&lt;br /&gt;i just need a Rest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-2747565136563485507?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2747565136563485507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=2747565136563485507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2747565136563485507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2747565136563485507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-sorry-i-just-needed-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-6449407346212383327</id><published>2007-11-07T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T15:00:38.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back because there're &lt;s&gt;a few&lt;/s&gt; many fascinating quizzes on janice's blog (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#01 Name of form teacher?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Tan YK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#02 Who is numbered 7 in your class register?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIJUAN (: i was no. 7 in primary 3. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#03 Who sits infront of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GODEARTHTREESHUMANSANIMALSHORSESGRASSMACDONALDS&lt;br /&gt;BURGERDRINKSTRAW-SHEEEEEENA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#04 Who sits to your left?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crappy Sihui! Don't get the wrong impression. I love her to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#05 Who sits to your right?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDREY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#06 Who sits behind you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghost. (Well it makes sense I sit at the back cus I'm tall, right? HAHAH kidding, I'm not that evil :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#07 What is the colour of the bag owned by the person sitting to your Northwest?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, gray, black &amp;amp; yellow. (Hongyi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#08 Name of Class Chairman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I guess you mean Chairwomanzxzx. My dear Tailor Tay Thenghui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#09 Cleverest in class?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh, who else but Deborah? She got a freaking 96 for her maths okay (!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#01 Who took your blog picture?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em, the person who created this thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#02 Exactly what are you wearing right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Clothes&lt;/s&gt; This blue Perth T-shirt my aunt gave my ages ago. &amp;amp; blue shorts. Ooh, so blue-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#03 What is your current problem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots. If I'm gonna list everything here then I might as well just create another blog. For my problems, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#04 What makes you most happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing -, --, ---, ----, -----, ------ &amp;amp; -------(!) Ah, &amp;amp; talking crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#05 What is the name of the song you're listening to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reason by Hoobastank. On Janice's blog where I'm getting this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#06 Do you like MTV?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, okay with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#07 Name something that annoys you about people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being scolded by them when I didn't do anything wrong. &amp;amp; also people who are sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#01 Nicknames?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria, yik, yikky, yikky lammy (winces), egoistic partner, ah lam, DI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#02 Eye colour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#03 Hair colour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#01 Do you live with your parents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, no. I live under the AYE between all those bushes. This way I can easily find a place to pee. &amp;amp; it's my secret hangout for me &amp;amp; my guy friends. HAHA if you just believed this above paragraph then you're a &lt;em&gt;dumbass&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#02 Do you get along with your parents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! If not how they allow me to go stay under the AYE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#03 Are your parents married/seperated/divorced.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're single. No lah. Of course they're married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#04 Do you have any brothers or sisters?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, one really annoying bulky brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#01 Ice cream?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate Chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#02 Season/s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summerrrrrrrr (H)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#03 Book?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Rosie. But I have lots. Can only remember this now, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#04 Band/s?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CLICK FIVE (inserts heart) &amp;amp; Linkin Park (inserts heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#05 Food/s?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#06 Non-alchoholic drinks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrysanthemum Tea aka Urine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#07 Past Time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking. Reading. Studying. See what a studious person I am? Must make use of your brain like me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#08 Pen Colour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orange, blue-black, green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#09 Store?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Than Words. (My current obsession)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#01 Write on your hand?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to, but not allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#02 Call people back?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I sure do, from my cordless phone with caller ID under the AYE. I am a responsible person okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#03 Sleep on a certain side of the bed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I sleep on the grass under the AYE. But I still choose the grass. In other words, I choose sides of the beds too, dodos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#04 Have mental health issue?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh. But I'm not crazy. Although I give people the impression that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#01 Movie you saw in the movie theatres?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long time already. Death Note 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#02 Person to text you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afiqah (inserts heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#03 Things you touched?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyboard. Mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#04 Things you said?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#05 Person you hugged?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Was it Janice or Afiqah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#06 Person to call you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#07 Last book you read?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six Steps to A Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#08 Last person you danced with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina. Trying to ask Zehra how she dances. And then trying to guess how she danced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Available: Yes, but no.&lt;br /&gt;A - Age: 81. Hahah no lah.&lt;br /&gt;A - Annoyance: Afiqah's --.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Best Friend: Audrey&lt;br /&gt;B - Band: The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;B - Birthday: 110194&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Crush: Yes..&lt;br /&gt;C - Country: Sri Lanka.&lt;br /&gt;C - Cat: I don't know. I don't like cats cus they chase mice. And that's me, eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - Dead Pet's name: I didn't have a pet in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;D - Dad's name: Why must I say hur.&lt;br /&gt;D - Dogs: Those big furry ones with lotsa hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Easiest person to talk to: Afiqah&lt;br /&gt;E - Eggs: EEEEEEEE sounds so WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;E - Email: Look to your left. I mean the left column on my oh-so-wonderful blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - Favourite colour: Orange! (inserts heart)&lt;br /&gt;F - Food: Er, chicken rice? (oh Janice's answer to this question is so lame.)&lt;br /&gt;F - Foreign Language: Is Malay counted? I've recently had an interest in the word kentut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy Bears or Worms: EEE, I don't like bears &amp;amp; worms. They bite my beautiful skin. But anyway I prefer Bears.&lt;br /&gt;G - God: Buddha(s)&lt;br /&gt;(I know what they can add here. Girls. Hahah kidding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - Hair colour: White. I'm 81 remember?&lt;br /&gt;H - Height: 1.66.&lt;br /&gt;H - Happy: Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Ice Cream: Chocolate Chip&lt;br /&gt;I - Instrument: The Voicebox&lt;br /&gt;I - Idol: Deborah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Jewellery: Bracelets&lt;br /&gt;J - Job: Full-time job of sweeping &amp;amp; clearing up the underneath of the AYE. And trust me, I do a good job okay.&lt;br /&gt;J - Jokes: I LIKE I LIKE! I have many lame ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids: Yes, my three babies. They're named Stupid, Bim, and Bo. They are of different species, specifically Turtle, Bear and Croc. They got thrown on the floor &amp;amp; stepped on by someone. Now they're abandoned in Afiqah's classroom. (Inside joke!)&lt;br /&gt;K - Karate: Something I can use to take revenge.&lt;br /&gt;K - Kungfu: Something I can use to take even worse revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Love or Lust: Lust sounds like Bust. But the meaning of Lust is disgusting. Love.&lt;br /&gt;L - Longest Car Ride: Bus 147 from Clementi to Hougang Central. But it's not exactly a CAR, right? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;L - Lipstick or Chapstick: What is chapstick? Neither, cus I am not, and forever not going to, use lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Milk flavour: Chocolate. Milo. Milk Susu. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;M - Mother's name: Jean&lt;br /&gt;M - Movie Last Watched: The Messengerrrrrr. At SitiFa's Homey Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of Siblings: 1&lt;br /&gt;N - Name of Sibling: Don't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;N - Name: Yik Lam? Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - One wish: For all my wishes to come true. Seriously, what is the use of 3 wishes when one wish can cover everything you've wanted in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;O - One Phobia: Doing mistakes in front of --. In this case, I freak out every moment. Also, I have a phobia of afiqah's --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - Part of your appearance you like best: My muscular arms. Kidding. (I'm selling my house! It's clean and green with three huge rooms! the bedroom is over there! The kitchen is over there! The bathroom is over there! Check out my matching pipes! Want to see more? Call this number! 6350smthsmthsmthsmth.)&lt;br /&gt;P - Part of your personality you like best: I don't know. I like to listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quick or Slow: You mean my actions or my brain. If actions then slow. If brain then fast. I pick up sick things the fastest.&lt;br /&gt;Q - Queer or straight: Queer.&lt;br /&gt;Q - Queen or King: &lt;s&gt;Eunuch&lt;/s&gt; Concubine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to Smile: When we achieve our aim, to make (censored) (censored). When we receive the instructions on what to do in order to achieve our aim. Or also, when I meet my ECS (!)&lt;br /&gt;R - Reality TV show: Er, I don't know. Fear Factor?&lt;br /&gt;R - Right or left: Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - Song Last Heard: One of the songs on Janice's longlong song list. I go check. Ah, Li Xiang Qing Ren by some girl I forgot the name.&lt;br /&gt;S - Series: ??&lt;br /&gt;S - Sex: What do you mean??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you woke up: 6.50am.&lt;br /&gt;T - Time now: 11.46 pm.&lt;br /&gt;T - Time for bed: 2am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown: My New EC. Kidding. (not)&lt;br /&gt;U - Unicorns: Are magical.&lt;br /&gt;U - U are: Yik Lam. Crazy. Majestic. Obsessed over - to -------.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you love: The veg you get when you eat chicken rice.&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetable you hate: Taugeh.&lt;br /&gt;V - View on politics: To old for me. I'm too young, in other words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst Habit: Think wrong all the time.&lt;br /&gt;W - What's up: Nothing. Everything's down. Oh, wait. The sky's up.&lt;br /&gt;W - Wijadija: Huh. What a short yet complicated word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-Rays: EE, what you want to see?&lt;br /&gt;X - X-Rated: Er, can I skip X?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - Year it is now: 25387. Minus 23380.&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yellow: Curie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zoo Animal: Zebra. No, er, HIPPO! Yes, yes, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac: Rooster/Capricorn.&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zoolander: Huh, zoos have airplanes too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay everyone, be very very very very thankful I typed out this long long thing for all of you although I am about to sleep. And even though I am supposed to get started on my stupid remaining homework. Oooh, there's another quizzzzz. Here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List 10 people on your mind now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;%1 Janice (Where I got this from)&lt;br /&gt;%2 Afiqah&lt;br /&gt;%3 Audrey&lt;br /&gt;%4 He ma (The song on Janice's blog reminds me of her.)&lt;br /&gt;%5 KELLER.&lt;br /&gt;%6 Jia Ying&lt;br /&gt;%7 Mane&lt;br /&gt;%8 Dibooooo&lt;br /&gt;%9 SitiFa&lt;br /&gt;%10 Sab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of this 10 people, how many do you love?&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF THEM! If not why I think of them hur!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List 10 people you love inclusive of the number of people you previously mentioned loved.&lt;br /&gt;%1 Afiqah&lt;br /&gt;%2 Audrey&lt;br /&gt;%3 Janice&lt;br /&gt;%4 Jia Ying&lt;br /&gt;%5 KELLER. (See i treaure friends more okayyy!)&lt;br /&gt;%6 He ma&lt;br /&gt;%7 Mane&lt;br /&gt;%8 SitiFa&lt;br /&gt;%9 Sab&lt;br /&gt;%10 Diboooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to know 7? (Mane)&lt;br /&gt;Er, through NC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love 9? (Sab)&lt;br /&gt;Because she's love-able! (pukes) Hahah kidding. Because I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the scale of 1-10, how much do you love 4? (Jia Ying)&lt;br /&gt;9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your relationship with 1? (Afiqah)&lt;br /&gt;Best friend, Husband, Letter writer. Confidante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 5 to you?(KELLER)&lt;br /&gt;My EC (inserts heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is 2 important to you? (Audrey)&lt;br /&gt;She's the one I can tell everything to. (And then I'll get laughed at.) But then we'll have fun calling each other stupid donkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you love most about 8? (SitiFa)&lt;br /&gt;Her Homey Home. &amp;amp; her sarcasm. I just love her, can anot!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you love 3 forever? (Janice)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes, and yes. Bus partner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do to express your love if 6 one day fell off a building? (HE MA)&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Of course I'll save her IMMEDIATELY. She is so important to US!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to love 10 forever? (Dibooooooooooooooooooooooo)&lt;br /&gt;YES YES YES YES YES YES YES! (Inserts heart) I want, but she want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose 5 people to do this,&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4 and 8. Afi, Aud, Jan, Jia Ying &amp;amp; SitiFa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, I'm seriously gonna do my homework &amp;amp; stop floating on blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye (waves vigourously and gives a little kiss)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-6449407346212383327?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/6449407346212383327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=6449407346212383327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6449407346212383327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6449407346212383327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/back-because-therere-few-many.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-839392931463888006</id><published>2007-11-07T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:11:25.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;for what is a brat, what has he got;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when he finds out that he cannot,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;say the things he truly thinks,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but only words, not what he feels.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was funday(: no, actually it's wednesday. but whatever! slacked in g3 for 3 whole hours before act. whoo, good thing now at least half of us are bonded :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last part of act was really nicee ((: * was being real nice &amp;amp; stuff lah. glad we made her proud &amp;amp; achieved our aim by making (censored) (censored) HAHAH. inside joke (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can say that today i did really well in the areas that i don't usually do good in. now my voice has gone hoarse &amp;amp; my eyelids are getting heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for half-part dinner after act (!!) ate macs &amp;amp; me, afiqah &amp;amp; jan &lt;s&gt;(hersheys minus one)&lt;/s&gt; bought this hairband-wedding-ring-like-thingamagig at more than words (: it's a really nice place, i'll pester my mum to buy things there for me sometime :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, stupid childish afiqah got an orange (!!!) balloon from macs. &amp;amp; sab got a green one. &amp;amp; they tried attracting the molecules or whatever thing you call that from my hair. okay i did feel electricity. but whateverrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sab is much better than afiqah cus she doesn't walk around purposely parading her balloon &amp;amp; looking like some child that's just come out from a childcare or something. &amp;amp; worse, afiqah keeps using her stupid orange (!!) balloon to poke my &lt;s&gt;boobs&lt;/s&gt; sensitive parts of the bodehhh. then in the train she actually put her balloon in between her legs cus she was busy smsing her &lt;em&gt;beloved&lt;/em&gt;. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw audrehh today (: band was playing this kind of the L is for smth smth, O is for the only one i see, V is very very extraordinary thingayye. you know, the advertisement thingo. &lt;s&gt;yes you know the advertisement but it doesn't know you because the cha&lt;/s&gt; forget it. but the band is really nice &amp;amp; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be happy i am actually updating everyday now although my blog is practically dead. let's revive this stupid blog manzxzxzx. be happy cus you're lucky i'm always here although i still have a million tons of homework to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. (omg, i actually typed okay as play. try it yourseif hahah) i will go do what i'm supposed to do &amp;amp; leave you all wandering aimlessly around my blog, amazed at what you're seeing &amp;amp; finding a way to compliment me without making it seem that you're very &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;very&lt;/u&gt; pleased with me (: HAHAH never mind! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH OH YESYES IMPORTANT NEWS! we had a NICENICENICE solid bangggg today (!!!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ILOVEALPHA&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye (waves!)  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-839392931463888006?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/839392931463888006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=839392931463888006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/839392931463888006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/839392931463888006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-what-is-brat-what-has-he-got-when.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-8554479328178778855</id><published>2007-11-07T07:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T07:51:03.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i hate you, bitch;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;fuck you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-8554479328178778855?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/8554479328178778855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=8554479328178778855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8554479328178778855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8554479328178778855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-hate-you-bitch-fuck-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-6421754753433596551</id><published>2007-11-06T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:45:03.521+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i said "i'll see you later" &amp;amp; give her some old chat;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it's not like that on the tv when it's cool for cats&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this very interesting conversation just happened between me &amp; my mum:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"tomorrow you wear what to school?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"aiya, the black one lah." (i was referring to my part tee)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"oh, you mean the nike one?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"you mean the shoes ah. ya lah ya lah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"orh. i thought what."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"HAHAH you think i wear the boots to school ah??!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i find it funny. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just being lame. you can ignore this lame-y post if you want (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to jurong point today. mum wanted to shop for bags but ended up with nothing ): the popular got changed to john little (i noticed it on sat when i went there from yishun) then my mum go ask one of the aunties there &amp;amp; she said popular was at b1. so we went down then the popular was like HUMONGOUS (!!) i am obsessed over books especially thick &amp;amp; wordy ones (: hahhah. but so expensiveee. already spent $7 on this handphone-pouch-cum-wallet-thingamabob. although my phone is spoiled but still. it's already full with my numerous credit cards &amp; big thick rolls of bills. HAHAH kidding, i don't want anyone to rob me :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so there you are, 7 bucks out the window, just like that. plus the 2 bucks i used to buy permanent markers. i only have 16 bucks left of my allowance. i guess my "using only $15 a week &amp;amp; saving the other $10" plan is busted. hahah i sound like some AXA advertisement or something xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, just realised the characters on the 7 o clock show on channel 8 have names similar to our pltmates! hahah. got yimin &amp;amp; ziqi. wonder who will pop up next. oh, &amp;amp; the 9 o clock show got yiling LOL. maybe next time got janice &amp; jinwei (nominal row number) okay this is so lame but please bear with me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay lah, i am like frigging hungry now. goodbye &amp; bon appetit :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;byebye (waves!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ps can't want for tmr (!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i lost my wallet!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"omg, how much was in it?"&lt;br /&gt;"i don't care!!! &lt;strong&gt;the wallet itself cost me $69.90!!!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;random.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-6421754753433596551?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/6421754753433596551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=6421754753433596551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6421754753433596551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6421754753433596551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-said-ill-see-you-later-give-her-some.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-1017657434996888598</id><published>2007-11-05T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:42:07.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;1. Afiqah&lt;br /&gt;2. Audrey&lt;br /&gt;3. Jiaying&lt;br /&gt;4. Eva&lt;br /&gt;5. Thenghui&lt;br /&gt;6. Si Hui&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;KELLER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pearly&lt;br /&gt;9. thisreallyfantabulousperson (:&lt;br /&gt;10. YOU KNOW WHO(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is no. 6 having relationship with? (SIHUI)&lt;br /&gt;Er, ask her luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no. 9 a male or female? (thisreallyfantabulousperson)&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS 100% FEMALE OKAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing? (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;KELLER&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; YOU KNOW WHO)&lt;br /&gt;Er, I don't think they know each other? (But it will SO not be a good thing cus &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;KELLER&lt;/span&gt; is MINE!) (but then again, they're BOTH mine!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is no. 2 studying about? (AUDREY)&lt;br /&gt;About how to make a living out of shoe puppets :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with no. 3? (JIAYING)&lt;br /&gt;Just a few hours ago; crapped over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music band does no. 8 like? (PEARLY)&lt;br /&gt;Aha, she likes WANG LEE HOM. (huang lu hong-yellow green red! HAHAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no. 1 have any siblings? (AFIQAH)&lt;br /&gt;DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you woo no. 3? (JIAYING)&lt;br /&gt;Er, I don't think so. I'd better let -c woo her (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about no. 7? (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;KELLER&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;YES! 101% man! OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no. 4 single? (EVA)&lt;br /&gt;I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the surname of no. 5? (THENGHUI)&lt;br /&gt;Tay(lor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the name of no. 10? (YOU KNOW WHO)&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted to say her name, I wouldn't have put you know who in the first place, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the hobby of no. 4? (EVA)&lt;br /&gt;Spitting saliva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do no. 5 and 9 get along well? (THENGHUI &amp;amp; thisreallyfantabulousperson)&lt;br /&gt;Err, I don't think so? (They're in the same house, btw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is no. 2 studying at? (AUDREY)&lt;br /&gt;Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk something casually about no. 1? (AFIQAH)&lt;br /&gt;She is crazy over purple &amp;amp; pink (pukes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does no. 9 live at? (thisreallyfantabulousperson)&lt;br /&gt;Heh, maybe I should ask her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are no. 5 and 1 best friends? (AFIQAH &amp;amp; THENGHUI)&lt;br /&gt;Neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does no. 7 like no. 2? (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;KELLER&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; AUDREY)&lt;br /&gt;Er, I would be like so jealous? But all I know is Audrey doesn't like her D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is no. 7 the sexiest person in the world? (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;KELLER&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;You'd not like to hear this, but YESSSSSSSS DEFINITELY (!!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-1017657434996888598?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1017657434996888598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=1017657434996888598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1017657434996888598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1017657434996888598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/pass-this-quiz-to-10-people-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-1818543549037145495</id><published>2007-11-05T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:44:02.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Type the first thing that comes into your mind you see these 35 letters (don't spend time thinking - just your gut reaction please).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cigarette: Bleurgh (vomits)&lt;br /&gt;2. Power Rangers: I'd thought the pink one was a girl.&lt;br /&gt;3. Marijuana: Pot aka drug. Read more books people!&lt;br /&gt;4. Shit: A brown gooey substance that oozes out of your ass when you sit on a toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;6. Crack: Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;7. Love: ---!&lt;br /&gt;8. War: Our no. 4 uni.&lt;br /&gt;9. Car: I wish I had the money to buy one. I just need the money, not the car.&lt;br /&gt;10. Football: 20 people running after a stupid ball. (It seems that they don't have their own balls huh?)&lt;br /&gt;11. Halloween: Orange &amp;amp; black!&lt;br /&gt;12. Bon Jovi: Banddd. Click Five is better, though.&lt;br /&gt;13. Religion: Buddhist. Ommmm&lt;br /&gt;14. MySpace: Something to do with the web?&lt;br /&gt;15. Worst fear: Ghosts. Although I don't believe in them but still. Yes, &amp;amp; insects. EEEEEEEEW.&lt;br /&gt;16. Marriage: Too early.&lt;br /&gt;17. Fashion: If you're talking about low-cuts &amp;amp; miniskirts, then no way.&lt;br /&gt;18. Brunettes: People with this reddish brown hair. They're said to be cleverer than blondes.&lt;br /&gt;19: Work: An object moving in the direction of the force.&lt;br /&gt;20: Past time: Stoning. Thinking about -s.&lt;br /&gt;21: One night stands: Not my business.&lt;br /&gt;22: Pet peeve: ?&lt;br /&gt;23. Pixie Stix: What is that?&lt;br /&gt;24. Vanilla ice cream: Nice!&lt;br /&gt;25: High school: Musical.&lt;br /&gt;26: Pyjamas: You're making me sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;27. Wood: Can float on water.&lt;br /&gt;28. Surfing: Sentosaa! I don't know why, it just reminds me of Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;29. Pictures: Memories. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next victims:&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who reads this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-1818543549037145495?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1818543549037145495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=1818543549037145495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1818543549037145495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1818543549037145495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/type-first-thing-that-comes-into-your.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-3864810133539225722</id><published>2007-11-04T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:45:15.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i've got a piece of paper;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's Empty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to take a picture&lt;br /&gt;Of love&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I'd miss her&lt;br /&gt;That much&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fill this new frame&lt;br /&gt;But it's empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to write a letter&lt;br /&gt;In ink&lt;br /&gt;It's been getting better&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I've got a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;But it's empty&lt;br /&gt;It's empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I even wondered&lt;br /&gt;If we&lt;br /&gt;Should be getting under&lt;br /&gt;These sheets&lt;br /&gt;We could lie in this bed&lt;br /&gt;But it's empty&lt;br /&gt;It's empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're trying&lt;br /&gt;Trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're torn apart&lt;br /&gt;(We're empty)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the timing&lt;br /&gt;Is beating our hearts&lt;br /&gt;We're empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TURN UP YOUR SPEAKERS YO! (: if not you can't hear. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-3864810133539225722?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3864810133539225722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=3864810133539225722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3864810133539225722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3864810133539225722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-got-piece-of-paper-but-its-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-3971888352927529587</id><published>2007-11-03T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:01:05.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay i am like super tired now so i will keep it short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;act today wasn't as nice as expected ): many not so good things happened in the morning but things took a turn in the afternoon (: (although i looked like some injury-prone person with those plasters plastered on my right arm) passed once but that wasn't the best. well i think it's a personal record then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt like crying but sherry wong LAME cheered me up by saying lame things about me being lame. well infact i am pretty lame but i was not being lame by saying i could only see this bigbig word yishun at the clinic. (that was because i wasn't wearing my stupid red specs) i was superecstatic when i could see another word besides that. haha &amp;amp; that other word was bravo07 which was a mere 1m in front of me. okay you can say i am lame now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will continue some other time lah. (yawns) take it as i updated today (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye (waves!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-3971888352927529587?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3971888352927529587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=3971888352927529587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3971888352927529587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3971888352927529587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/okay-i-am-like-super-tired-now-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-4384209532644859929</id><published>2007-11-03T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T08:19:26.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i like it when it's daytime;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cus then i don't need to force myself to sleep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-4384209532644859929?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4384209532644859929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=4384209532644859929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/4384209532644859929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/4384209532644859929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-like-it-when-its-daytime-cus-then-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-2717332572544065535</id><published>2007-11-02T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T00:19:55.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't care what time it shows now, all i know is it's still thursday cus i haven't slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST!&lt;br /&gt;#1. Person you saw: mum&lt;br /&gt;#2. Talked to on the phone: stupid jiaying&lt;br /&gt;#3. Hugged: afiqah (long time ago)&lt;br /&gt;#4. Text: mum&lt;br /&gt;#5. Kiss: no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;#1. Wearing: clothes? (do you want me to say nothing?)&lt;br /&gt;#2. Better than yesterday: not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;#1. Is: friday? no, maybe it's saturday.&lt;br /&gt;#2. Got any plans: eh, not really.&lt;br /&gt;#3. Dislikes about tomorrow: no nc, no school = bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVOURITES!&lt;br /&gt;#1. Number: 9&amp;amp;2 :D&lt;br /&gt;#2. Color: orangeblackwhite &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;#3. Season: how i know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY!&lt;br /&gt;#1. Missing someone: er duh&lt;br /&gt;#2. Mood: sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;#3. Wanting: repair my stupid phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: First you did this morning?&lt;br /&gt;A: open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last thing you ate:-&lt;br /&gt;A: chicken nuggets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last friends you hung out with:-&lt;br /&gt;A: desiree, charxipoo, xinyi, sheena, shin, beverly, eva &amp;amp; class chalet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : What's annoying you right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: i want to sleep but i am kind enough to type this out for you souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : Do you believe in long distance relationships?&lt;br /&gt;A: er maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there a person who is on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you think that a person is thinking of you too?&lt;br /&gt;A: no she's probably sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where is the last place you went?&lt;br /&gt;A: bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you look like your mom or dad?&lt;br /&gt;A: dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you smile often?&lt;br /&gt;A: my smile is out of control one. if i emo i will still smile xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : Choose one to have (love, beauty, creativity)&lt;br /&gt;A: love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person?&lt;br /&gt;A: er ask my friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What color of the shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;A : blood red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q : What were you doing at 9 last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: watching tv at chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When is the last time you saw your dad?&lt;br /&gt;A: about 4 hrs ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have more guy friends or girl friends?&lt;br /&gt;A: er duh, i'm in a girls' school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;A: yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you get angry easily?&lt;br /&gt;A: too easily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What were you doing at 11 last night?&lt;br /&gt;A: playing the game of life &amp;amp; discussing about pooing stories at chalet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What are you about to do?&lt;br /&gt;A: sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What song are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;A: the advertisement song of fragrance hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you rather be single or in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;A: it's a secret :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you ever check your phone waiting for someone to call?&lt;br /&gt;A: sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Rate life as of right now 1-10.&lt;br /&gt;A: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in terms of sadness? ; 9&lt;br /&gt;in terms of love? ; 3&lt;br /&gt;in terms of friendship? ; 6&lt;br /&gt;in terms of thrill? ;2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-2717332572544065535?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2717332572544065535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=2717332572544065535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2717332572544065535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2717332572544065535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/dont-care-what-time-it-shows-now-all-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-7603637879232997097</id><published>2007-11-01T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T19:31:23.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i'm holding on;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;before it fades away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO PEEPETTES (:&lt;br /&gt;chalet past 2 days. audrey didn't make it ))))):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1&lt;br /&gt;i reached pasir ris mrt at 10.04am, met everyone there &amp;amp; we made our way to the waiting point of bus 354, which took eons to come. well after that i realised that 358 (which came about 5 times before 354 came) could go there too. well after finally reaching downtown east, we wandered around the whole place for like 1/2 hour before settling down &amp;amp; renting double bikes to ride around. this seems like no amazing feat, but we only managed to get a move on after switching partners &amp;amp; a million hours of wobbling. xinyi screamed at any slight wiggle &amp;amp; turn. scraped the back of my foot on her pedal ): after losing a trillion skin cells &amp;amp; several layers of epithelial tissue, it started to drizzle. made our way to the beach where josephine was parading around in her bikini bottom :D we lugged everyone's baggage to the nearest shelter, which was like a thousand metres away. after stoning there for a few minutes without any source of water (irony; it was raining heavily by then), we returned the bikes &amp;amp; loitered around the place looking for somewhere to shelter us. after walking several humongous circles around the whole place, we finally settled down at macs. after eating, the sky finally brightened (: me, jose, joey, wei shan &amp;amp; wanyu went down to the beach while the others went to the arcade. at the beach, which only had less than 1m of sand, i spoiled my stupid phone with the help of sea water. the story is hilarious. if you ask me, i MAY tell (: we drank real coconut juice from the real coconut! it was supersweet can. we found a dead rat's guts &amp;amp; i have to say jose's bio lesson was rather interesting although everyone was grossed out. after that it was 3pm &amp;amp; time to check in the chalet. it is humongous :D they all bathed &amp;amp; stuff &amp;amp; after a few minutes of pondering &amp;amp; decided to stay too. called my mum using joey's hp &amp;amp; we launched a whole new argument about her wanting to come see the chalet &amp;amp; bring me my stuff etc. then there was this bad case of bedbugs that they made a whole fuss of while i was in the bath :/ finally, after our dinner at about 7+ or 8 (?) my mum came with my bulky brother. went down to the bus stop to get her. after she allowed me to stay &amp;amp; stuff, i settled down with others to watch tv. while xinyi &amp;amp; sheena were outside hiding letters for our game, we stayed in our room playing &amp;amp; being superhyper. i got taupoked cus i was unfortunately the 29th person in our open numbers :/ i swear my boobs got flattened by this thousands of kilos it got buried under. then we wanted to play charades &amp;amp; i wrote "retarded rapist" :D i wonder how that unlucky person's gonna act it out haha. okay, we played &amp;amp; sent people who weren't staying out, &amp;amp; by that time it was about 10+, 11+? we cleaned the chalet &amp;amp; proceeded to play the game of life (: we were halfway through, at the stage of getting married &amp;amp; purchasing houses, when they wanted to sleep. turned out it was useless, cus we "prepared to sleep" from 11.40 to 12.20. me, beverly, shin &amp;amp; eva had to make do with those lumpy sofa cushions on the floor cus the bed only could sleep 4 people. jose came in telling us there was a 8% chance that we would contract boob cancer if we wore a bra to sleep etc. then there was this issue of the mirror in the front of the bed that we woke up suddenly to solve. we finally decided to drape the dirty blanket over it but there was a 95% chance that it would bury shin alive if it falls in the middle of the night. at about 1+ we all still couldn't sleep so we went outside to watch tv after which jose gave us a motivating talk about sleeping. at about 1.30 we went into the room &amp;amp; decided to sleep. it was then that i realised that eva had took my nice comfy place in between shin &amp;amp; beverly &amp;amp; now i had to sleep beside the door. i tried to sleep but couldn't. well at least i slept for at least 15 minutes. at first i was sleeping peacefully &amp;amp; didn't move at all for maybe 1/2 hr? then i woke up suddenly cus there was this light under the door (!!) y'know, it's kinda stupid how the lights &amp;amp; aircon in the living room cannot be switched off. i lay in bed (no, rather i lay on the lumpy cushions) for idonnohowlong until i managed to sleep. that wasn't long too. i woke up a few minutes later because the people in the upstairs chalet were making a din with their stamping on the floor &amp;amp; moving furniture &amp;amp; slamming doors. then the toilet emitted this creepy sound as if someone was having a bath. someone was snoring/breathing very loudly. finally managed to sleep after pondering for a few thousand hours what time it was. i was trying to listen to the number of cars cus my house is near a road. but i had actually forgotten that the chalet wasn't near any road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2&lt;br /&gt;after a very very short time (only!) shin's alarm rang. it was then that sheena realised her alarm couldn't ring cus she set it to 6.30 pm instead of am. what the -! okay then we all went outside to thaw with our blankets because we were too frozen to bathe. (lame joke courtesy to our dear miss sheena) woke jose &amp;amp; joey at 7+ &amp;amp; we ate cococrunch &amp;amp; honey stars with cold chocolate milk. it was my turn to bathe &amp;amp; i stupidly couldn't manage to turn the water temperature to the temp i wanted. then everyone pondered over the issue of who wanted to go to wild wild wet &amp;amp; who didn't. claraL &amp;amp; claraC were forcing everyone to go cus they wanted to go :D at 10 or slightly before that, we checked out thanks to naomi &amp;amp; her mum (: while lingering outside the main door, we met someone that was an exact replica of snr debbie HAHAHA. it was a wonder that naomi recognised her xD we headed over to arcade &amp;amp; redeemed a bubble blowing thingamabob. i was reallyfreakingbored can!? they headed over to the food court for lunch while i got myself lost finding for the bus stop :/ well i knew perfectly fine how to get home from the chalet but i didn't know how to get there from the food court. i very stupidly went the opposite direction of the bus stop. finally i managed to find the freaking bus stop. while busy checking out the bus services &amp;amp; counting on my fingers, i missed 2 buses :/ i caught the 2nd 358 which was freakingempty. it made a humongous loop &amp;amp; i ended up opposite downtown east which was only 1 bus stop away from the terminal. caught the train &amp;amp; fell asleep. woke up every time the train stopped. &amp;amp; since there is about 20 stops before mine, i woke up very often D: gave up at tanjong pagar &amp;amp; woke up for good. reached home at about 3+ cus i met my mum (: slept on this uncomfy chair for about 3+ hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i woke up at 2+. tired of sleeping only 1 hr (!!) sighs. i love s1! although only about 1/2 the class made it to the chalet but still.&lt;br /&gt;okay enough of this crap. i have to finish my stupid maths assignment now. byebye (waves!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-7603637879232997097?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7603637879232997097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=7603637879232997097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7603637879232997097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7603637879232997097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-holding-on-before-it-fades-away.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-9187836222989664240</id><published>2007-10-29T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:08:33.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;there's a reason why they say we should give it time;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but time is not enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HELLO PEEPETTES (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this post is solely dedicated to alpha upon request (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so if you're not one of us please get your butt off haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;janice&lt;/span&gt; is one of my closest friends :D her parents very slack one lah. she don't go home they also donno -.- i am jealous of her because she has 4 angels + one sec 1 that writes to her (!!!) haha we like eating mr chan's sweat (inside joke) &amp;amp; seeing the woman on the bus go round &amp;amp; round (inside joke). we have spent many many memorable times together like eating outside the yio chu kang cheers &amp;amp; sharing who eye candy who haha. we enjoy camwhoring at toys r us &amp;amp; pushing prams &amp;amp; doing wrong stuffs. haha i love you janice!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;yimin&lt;/span&gt; is one serious lame-o. she can like burp anytime she wants &amp;amp; she usually does it in front of us xD you super rich fella never qing wo men chi lunch hor! &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; she's a really good joker like that time during the milk run. i hope you don't ever injure your leg again or else i will have to accompany you through a run cus i am a loyal friend :D &amp;amp; looking at the speed you're "brisk walking", we'll take forever to reach the stupid finishing line. ohwells, i'm not making any sense here. but all the same, we'll finish the race together ((: LOVE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;zi qi&lt;/span&gt; is a loyal pltmate :D she like never greets without you &amp;amp; stuff. plus, she constantly reminds you about how we are in 4 walls etc, can't remember the rest of the stupid thing. she refuses to take the train to school every morning because she says she needs to take a bus to the mrt station. she takes a stupid bus that takes like 45 mins to reach school because of that. she once told me she takes the train only if she misses the 6 o clock bus because there is a girl on the 615 bus that keeps staring at her as though she owes her a million dollars. i seriously don't think you'll ever enjoy any of her crappiness but whatever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;jin wei&lt;/span&gt;! she taught me butt power hahaha. we get ecstatic when we see each other (: she's a terrible worrywart! in the beginning she actually said she didn't like her name &amp;amp; introduced herself as someone else that SOMEONE would like. meet her in the mornings &amp;amp; she starts worrying about certain things like not bringing a certain hair accessory xD i like her deep macho manly voice hahaha. i once thought she resembled someone but then i forgot who :/ but whatever, you're one good pltmate (: i love you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;jaclyn&lt;/span&gt;. we're not really close but yeah (: i like your "nice music" (inside joke). i was shocked when i opened my bluetooth found devices &amp;amp; saw a "jackass" there then i realised you've been sending my songs to yourself when we were all "painstakingly thinking of the banner proposal". she always appears out of nowhere for outings &amp;amp; meetings &amp;amp; then disappears in a puff of moomoo smoke (her moomoo bag). but whatever she is very intelligent &amp;amp; stuff. c1 mah. just realised your paragraph has the most inverted commas &amp;amp; brackets xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;atikah&lt;/span&gt; enjoys intruding in the s1 morning greeting session xD haha KIDDING. it's open to all but back to our point, she is one of the most obedient people in our part lor. but sometimes she also does things that we're not supposed to do. like, she says to me &amp;amp; jan, "don't talk!" then after that she starts talking herself (: okay that is lame but whatever. you're the sniper of the part (!!!) i like almost got it too okayy. but i like going out with you cus you're superbly enthu even when the others are tired xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;afiqah&lt;/span&gt;! i have nothing to say to you except i love you truckloads, trainloads, lorryloads &amp;amp; TONS! okay just kidding i have lots to say to you but not here. btw you owe me 2 million long letters (!!) anyway you're the first pltmate i was ever close to besides my class people. my first impression of you was your little bobby hair, &amp;amp; then the bun was too big for it. then worse thing was your bun was super zuper translucent &amp;amp; from far your hair looked like an egg hahahahahaha. fortunately you cut it short or else until now i'd still be teasing you but anyway. love you love you loads! psps. i still don't like pink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;diyan. nothing to say to you. it's not my freaking fault if you refuse to take any action to my freaking letter i took a few days to compose. it's not my fault now, it's yours. i only remember the last nice memory we had together, &amp;amp; that was we took a mere 5 minutes to sprint to cheers &amp;amp; back just because someone forgot to bring her freaking bottle. that was the fastest i'd ever ran (not really) &amp;amp; fuck i had to run it with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hanisah&lt;/span&gt;! we will all miss you ): study hard in CCK okay! come &amp;amp; visit us hahaha. already dedicated some in the last post so not much to say. i love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sruthi&lt;/span&gt;! i didn't take much notice to you until audrey said you sat the same bus as her &amp;amp; --. you don't come down for outings much leh.. please try okay? (: or else we're not complete ): don't lose interest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sabrina&lt;/span&gt; (: sabrahna. cheekobu! you stupid lah. just because of you i have to type out this stupid long long post for alpha. but also good lah hurr. btw you owe me a heart (: i like your reactions when we watched the messenger! okay basically our reactions were similar (screams) but i like your sudden exclamation of "the boy lah, stupeed!" i will never ever watch another horror movie without you :D but on the other hand, i'd be embarrassing myself if i sat in a cinema watching a horror movie beside you cus you'll be screaming your head off. heh screaming your head off seems to have a link with horror movie hor. i also like study dates with you because you're curious &amp;amp; keep asking questions xD but anyways I LOVE YOU MUCH MUCH MUCH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sarvena&lt;/span&gt; i enjoy taking the train home with you cus then we'll be trying to play lame jokes on each other &amp;amp; you can lean on the glass panel when i'm gone (inside joke). yang tinggi is not fun without you being the not-so-tallest HAHA KIDDING! really. &amp;amp; i shouldn't have changed place with zi qi cus i'd rather say i love you to you instead of her. she got no reaction one lor -.-.-.-.- but anyway you &amp;amp; yimin make a great pair cus you're both equally crappy. i love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sherry&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wong lin&lt;/span&gt;. you remind me strongly of camp (!!!) well that's because we were both sick together &amp;amp; we slept beside each other on the first day (: haha that sounds wrong. but well everyone says we look alike. that is like very honourable for me cus they're actually saying i'm as chio as you :D i like you because you seem to have an answerback for any pun/joke/stupid sentence i say to you. most of my most memorable moments were spent with you (: i love your bimbo bags &amp;amp; your crumpler! LOVE YOU LOTS LOTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sindie&lt;/span&gt;! you're the oldest sistah in our part (: (if not for you i'd be the oldest muahahaha) i once thought your name was bad because it was spelt with two unlucky words - sin &amp;amp; die. then zehra said there was nothing wrong haha. but nice unique name all the same. you have a nice mum who enjoys arguing with taxi drivers xDDD i like you because you're super responsible &amp;amp; that's because you take up the role as dajie of the part (: people like you are so nice to be with. love you! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;siti faatihahahahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;. someone once asked me why i shortened your name to sitifa. therefore i am now lengthening it to siti faatihahahahahaha. anyway i like your house, it's so homey &amp;amp; stuff. &amp;amp; it's like gigantic but mine's still bigger :D you seem to understand the most complicating parts of a horror movie &amp;amp; catch every crouching figure in every corner when all i see is just a splotch of white tissue. i like study dates with you too because you're quiet. not like sabrina but then again, both of you add together = good study date! (cus acid+alkali=neutral!) i am your egoistic/lame partner &amp;amp; you're my sarcastic partner. eh not fair why i have more bad characteristics than you! but whatever i like you because you're the one who always organizes part dates (: LOVE YOU LOTS LOTS LOTS LOTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tan jia ying&lt;/span&gt;. stupid mum &gt;:D she is forever going on about living at some certain ulu ulu place &amp;amp; unable to come to wcp with us D: &amp;amp; she is forever obsessed over her current obsession &amp;amp; her hai ma &amp;amp; her ahem ahem ahem someone who shall not be named. she likes neopets as much as i do. always asks me to wait for her until i am not early for school. &amp;amp; she da jing xiao guai-s at the teeniest thing that i do wrong. &amp;amp; she forces me to let her read my private emails with her ahem ahem she who shall not be named #3. she calls me up for nothing just to crap &amp;amp; then she suddenly stops for a few days &amp;amp; my mum will say, "why that jiaying never call already ah? you all quarrel ah?" cus she calls so very often &amp;amp; i'm usually in the toilet or bath or something like that. worst thing that can ever happen, she loves pink too (!!!!) anyway i love you mum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tessa&lt;/span&gt;! first friend i made from other classes (: you nice pretty fellow! stop missing acts lah kentut. nothing much to say. don't give up, i love you lots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hui fang&lt;/span&gt; (: i can remember that time when i guided you over the phone on how to go golden mile tower to alter your skirt &amp;amp; you ended up making a wasted trip because my sense of direction was bad. sorry lahhh... ): can remember that time crezawards i thought we were late so i decided to wait for you at the bus stop for like 15 minutes &amp;amp; it ended up we weren't late at all. &amp;amp; that time when me &amp;amp; jia ying walked past your class &amp;amp; greeted downstairs &amp;amp; you thought we were specs so you started greeting also, then you realised we were just nobodies called yik lam &amp;amp; jiaying so you stopped in the middle of your good. hahahaha never mind. love you loads still!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tess&lt;/span&gt; is the most most most affectionate person i can ever meet! &amp;amp; as you see the whole part agrees (: yimin must be as affectionate as tess ahahah. never mind. you were the part tee ic &amp;amp; you lost my stupid front drawing &amp;amp; asked me to draw again. you know how tiring it is for a stupid blind shit like me to draw something that i drew like ages ago? haha sorry i didn't mean to sound angry. i shall learn to be as affectionate as you! LOVE YOU LOTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;vidya&lt;/span&gt;! not too close to you so yeah. quite a responsible person, that time you were ic then you kept calling to make sure everyone was sure hahaha. don't get sick too often okay! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;qiao yi&lt;/span&gt; (: you man person! hahaha. you seem to like the most unlikable people xD kidding. people say we're triplets (:(:(:(:(: (me, you &amp;amp; sherry) well good to know i have two more people to share my stupid heavy burden with heh. i understand why you take the superearly train to school &amp;amp; now i want to take that stupid superearly train too but i always miss it because of the stupid bus driver who takes forever to drive the bus to the stupid mrt station. whatever that is not our point. I LOVE YOU!! (&amp;amp; your bouncy hair)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;le-yi &lt;/span&gt;was someone i noticed on the first few days of school although we were not in the same class. well basically her ultra prominent blue specs attracted me &amp;amp; she started imitating claraC's running. can remember you appeared in an act about a few acts later, then i wasn't looking forward to you joining us cus i thought you were not so nice. but then i realised you were a great person hahaha. you're the superlame one in our part &amp;amp; forever cracking lame jokes suddenly. don't give up okay! love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;zehra&lt;/span&gt;! my fellow right marker (: i like your accent &amp;amp; your supercurly, superbouncy hair! wish one day i can grow taller than you so i can be the right marker, bwahaha. we can still be fellow right markers &amp;amp; jiaying will be left behind haha. already talked about you in the last post so yah. LOVE YOU LOADS LOADS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay. phew! finally finished those 23 paragraphs. sighs this is like the longest post ever! i love alpha many many many many many many many! we can never make it if one of us is missing (: hope we'll be able to remain as 24! so many exclamation marks!! haha. took like 2 hrs to type this whole thing cus i needed to think (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;destined to lead, alpha! &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-9187836222989664240?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/9187836222989664240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=9187836222989664240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/9187836222989664240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/9187836222989664240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/10/theres-reason-why-they-say-we-should.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-4725717982927477156</id><published>2007-10-27T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T10:08:05.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;over seas from coast to coast;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to find the place i love the most&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hello peepettes (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so bored that i decided to come entertain you all. so be grateful (:&lt;br /&gt;finished lit assignment yesterday night :D &amp;amp; also 7 chinese cloze passages. that means i still have maths, eng, chinese &amp;amp; 33 more cloze passages.&lt;br /&gt;okay, whatever. since it's already the end of the school year, i wanna talk about class :D&lt;br /&gt;i know it's lame but please grin &amp;amp; bear it xD&lt;br /&gt;it's not like we're sec 2 or sec 4 or leaving each other but just a token of my appreeeeciation (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;zi qi&lt;/span&gt; was the first person i ever talked to in crescent, (besides asking some of the snrs cus i lost my way) &amp;amp; maybe we were the first 2 close friends in the class cus on the 2nd day of school, in the morning no one was talking to each other except us (: yeah well, we sat beside each other &amp;amp; i had to say i benefited cus she kept asking the teacher questions. &amp;amp; she knew more things than me. we joined the same cca together :D although she was kinda stubborn at times, she was a great person to sit with (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;teen zhen&lt;/span&gt; left us already ): but she was the 2nd friend i made in class. she was very funny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third person i made friends with was&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; josephine&lt;/span&gt; (: she was my partner &amp;amp; still is my partner. we had to partner according to register number &amp;amp; she was unfortunately paired with me. at first i have to admit i thought she was irritating, but well everyone thought the same (: now she's a great person &amp;amp; also my home econ partner (: she's a caring soul &amp;amp; i like her cus we always make the nicest dishes during home econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the sculpture walk, i still wasn't close to many of s1 yet. but this petite girl suddenly came up &amp;amp; called me jie jie (: haha&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; joey&lt;/span&gt;, my dear mei xD she was the first person to ever call me jie (besides my brother). she is my first best friend &amp;amp; will forever be my best friend. although you didn't do quite well this year, well take the useful idea i gave you &amp;amp; use it next year (: too bad i only thought of it at the end of the maths paper but well, trying is better than not doing anything right? good luck mei, do well next year (: i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next friend i made was &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;wei shan&lt;/span&gt;, who sat on my other side. anything i could ask her, cus zi qi sometimes never pay attention in class D: but she was great &amp;amp; managed to answer my questions. well, most of them anyway. now she's joined jose' clique &amp;amp; enjoying herself there xD but she is still one of the first few friends i made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;audrey&lt;/span&gt; (: she was so quiet at first that i didn't know she existed xD there was this time when we had to partner according to register number, then she had to partner claraL. then before morning assembly, clara was trying to find her partner then she was walking around aimlessly calling "audrey! where is audrey?" then she said to sihui "audrey is gone. i can't find her!" i was there laughing at audrey cus audrey was standing right in front of clara &amp;amp; she couldn't find her. it was the funniest moment of my life at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i met &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;janice&lt;/span&gt;, who was one of the active members of nc (: she stays kinda near my house &amp;amp; therefore i told her the idea of alighting at clementi &amp;amp; taking 154. the next day she came back to me saying thank you for helping her save money xD there was this time when we went home together almost every day cus we had so many things to talk about. there was also a time when we quarreled lor. but that was a sad time &amp;amp; let's not talk about it. janice is a very funny person cus she always likes the people that have the same character, rank, size, &amp;amp; hairstyle :DDD but her taste is good hahahaa. (my taste is better though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the nc trials, i met &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tessa&lt;/span&gt;. she was the first friend i made from other classes (: she invited me to her class cus we still had over an hour before the trials started. i like her hair :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha next friend i made was &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lee si hui aka lee ah si&lt;/span&gt; cus she was sitting in front of zi qi &amp;amp; making a big din. she was very funny lah. i didn't look forward to sitting with her this term at first, cus that time i wasn't close to her. but i found out she was very kind hearted &amp;amp; fun, &amp;amp; not irritating as i first thought her to be. she explains to me what i cannot understand, &amp;amp; she studies properly. not like me. she is very helpful (: but sometimes she can be quite irritating as she can't understand what is 4200-400=3800 or x-axis &amp;amp; y-axis. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; she ALWAYS eavesdrops. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;zehra&lt;/span&gt; cus she was one of the most prominent people in class. having been in crescent since may last year, she was very familliar with the surroundings. she shifted to sit beside me on i forgot when, &amp;amp; during that time we kinda quarrelled. she admitted she thought i was a bully at first cus i looked unfriendly. (see?!) but we patched up cus we are fellow right markers (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was dear dear &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;afiqah &amp;amp; diyan&lt;/span&gt;. they were so close together then. practically glued together. then me, jan &amp;amp; them formed hersheyys (!!!!) both of you were one of my closest friends (: i remember how we used to sit in c2 everyday before activity. how we used to talk cock like siao until we all roll on the floor xD how we camwhored in the je train from yishun/yio chu kang after shooting/trainfire/hq. those days were one of the superfunnest days of my life, &amp;amp; you are one of the most treasurable friends i've ever made (: dear afiqah is a real trustable friend. i love you&lt;s&gt;(s)&lt;/s&gt; now it'll never be the same but still..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;next comes dear &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;hanisah&lt;/span&gt; ): she left crescent because of some study matters ))))): she is a fantastic platoonmate. my first impression of her was her beautiful big brown eyes (: then during camp she kinda didn't bring a certain hair accesory xD we spent alot of valuable times together at 711/cheers. we will miss you hanisah ): must sms alot okay (: I LOVE YOU LOTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next comes along alot alot of people. but thanks &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;thenghui&lt;/span&gt; for being a fantastic chairperson. &amp;amp; shinny for being a great &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;vice chair/councillor&lt;/span&gt;. s1 rocks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really regret not trying out for certain things in the beginning of the year, like house com &amp;amp; not putting in my best for sports trials. it's not that i regret joining nc but still. i regret wasting my first eye candy on someone i didn't really like, now i realise. &lt;s&gt;joined nc because of her somemore!&lt;/s&gt; i didn't have an angel at first cus i was unpopular (!!!!!) then afiqah intro-ed me to hazzie (: she became my angel but she doesn't reply my letters! stupid hazzie D: now i am in the process of gaining a new angel (hint hint) &amp;amp; waiting for her 2nd reply. haha blame me for having such a difficult-to-pronounce name. &amp;amp; such unfriendly features (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;okay lah. better not talk anymore. i miss the times when i first stepped into crescent. &amp;amp; all of us were strangers. strangers are better than hate right? better not say anymore or i will start crying. so quickly, a year has passed. very quickly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i have a little moral of the story, now that i mention new friends. every time someone asks me what is my name, it will be like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;her: what's your name?&lt;br /&gt;me: yik lam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her: HUH?!?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: yik lam!!!&lt;br /&gt;her: oh okay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;then few mins later she will come ask me what is my name again.&lt;br /&gt;standard reaction!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;okay, hope you enjoy this really long post. longest since some time ago.&lt;br /&gt;i love all of you (:&lt;br /&gt;byebye(waves)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-4725717982927477156?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4725717982927477156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=4725717982927477156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/4725717982927477156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/4725717982927477156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/10/over-seas-from-coast-to-coast-to-find.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-3119067546406488520</id><published>2007-10-26T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T12:00:21.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yes i know, it's too late;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I Want It That Way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my fire&lt;br /&gt;The one desire&lt;br /&gt;Believe when I say&lt;br /&gt;I want it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we are two worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;Can't reach to your heart&lt;br /&gt;When you say&lt;br /&gt;That I want it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a heartache&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;I want it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I your fire&lt;br /&gt;Your one desire&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know it's too late&lt;br /&gt;But I want it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a heartache&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;I want it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can see that we're falling apart&lt;br /&gt;From the way that it used to be, yeah&lt;br /&gt;No matter the distance I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That deep down inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my fire&lt;br /&gt;The one desire&lt;br /&gt;You are&lt;br /&gt;You are, you are, you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a heartache&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a mistake&lt;br /&gt;(Don't wanna hear you say)&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;(Oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I want it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a heartache&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;(Never wanna hear you say)&lt;br /&gt;I want it that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a heartache&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' but a mistake&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why&lt;br /&gt;I never wanna hear you say&lt;br /&gt;I want it that way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want it that way&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-30945102.post-2444281849689822404</id><published>2007-10-26T10:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:56:29.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>done. nice?&lt;br /&gt;very nice.&lt;br /&gt;whew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-2444281849689822404?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2444281849689822404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=2444281849689822404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2444281849689822404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2444281849689822404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/10/done.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-3327461803503947894</id><published>2007-10-25T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T10:20:23.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got tagged by char siew rice so i am back here again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please read the rules first: Each player of the game starts off by giving 6 weird things about themselves. People who get tagged needs to write in a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rules clearly. In the end, you'll need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;1. I like to stay up late (when there's school the next day)&lt;br /&gt;2. I emo for no reason suddenly &amp;amp; everyone doesn't dare to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;3. 7 people have complained that i look unfriendly when i'm not smiling&lt;br /&gt;4. ILOVESCIENCE&lt;br /&gt;5. I like the people that normal people would hate&lt;br /&gt;6. I have an interest in buses &amp;amp; trains&lt;br /&gt;THREE NAMES THAT PEOPLE CALL YOU:&lt;br /&gt;-yik lam&lt;br /&gt;-yik&lt;br /&gt;-chewing gum DDDD:&lt;br /&gt;THREE MOST IMPORTANT DATES IN YOUR LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;-11 jan (((:&lt;br /&gt;-Chinese New Year&lt;br /&gt;-something something december but not christmas (: (someone's bday, obviously)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;s&gt;20 july 2007&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU'VE DONE IN THE PAST 33 MINS:&lt;br /&gt;-Breathed&lt;br /&gt;-watched tv&lt;br /&gt;-Thought&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS TO BE HAPPY:&lt;br /&gt;-be with siti faatihahahaha&lt;br /&gt;-have a part outing&lt;br /&gt;-be with some people like ahem ahem.&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE SONGS AS OF NOW:&lt;br /&gt;-Jenny&lt;br /&gt;-My Love&lt;br /&gt;-I Want It That Way&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE YOU MISS IN YOUR PAST:&lt;br /&gt;-xx&lt;br /&gt;-mane&lt;br /&gt;-dibo&lt;br /&gt;THREE GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE:&lt;br /&gt;-Stupid tablet pc&lt;br /&gt;-My own camera&lt;br /&gt;-CRUMPLERRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;-Talking crap&lt;br /&gt;-Doing these lame but fascinating quizzes. (doesn't hurt to know yourself better)&lt;br /&gt;-Climbing up to the top of the rotunda :D&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANNA GO FOR HOLIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;-NY&lt;br /&gt;-Australia&lt;br /&gt;-Sentosa xD&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE CARTOON CHARACTERS:&lt;br /&gt;-Spongebob&lt;br /&gt;-Patrick&lt;br /&gt;-Winnie the Pooh&lt;br /&gt;THREE GIRLS'/BOYS' NAMES:&lt;br /&gt;-ahem ahem' name (:&lt;br /&gt;-mane's name (:&lt;br /&gt;-dibo's name (:&lt;br /&gt;THREE MALLS YOU USUALLY GO TO:&lt;br /&gt;-JEC&lt;br /&gt;-Jurong Point&lt;br /&gt;-Hong Leong Gdn Shopping Centre?????&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOURITE FASTFOODS:&lt;br /&gt;-KFC&lt;br /&gt;-Pizza Hut&lt;br /&gt;-LJS&lt;br /&gt;THREE FAVOURITE DRINKS:&lt;br /&gt;-Chrysanthemum Tea aka Urine&lt;br /&gt;-Ice Lemon Tea&lt;br /&gt;-Vanilla Milkshake&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS FOUND IN YOUR BAG:&lt;br /&gt;-Pencil Case&lt;br /&gt;-Phone&lt;br /&gt;-letters!&lt;br /&gt;THREE FAVOURITE COLOURS:&lt;br /&gt;-Orange&lt;br /&gt;-Black&lt;br /&gt;-White&lt;br /&gt;THREE EVENTS YOU'RE LOOKING FORWARD TO:&lt;br /&gt;-Class Chalet!&lt;br /&gt;-November camp!!&lt;br /&gt;-Reply letter!!!&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;-Afiqah&lt;br /&gt;-Audrey&lt;br /&gt;-Janice&lt;br /&gt;-Jiaying&lt;br /&gt;-Pearly&lt;br /&gt;-Siti Faatihahahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-3327461803503947894?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3327461803503947894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=3327461803503947894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3327461803503947894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3327461803503947894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/10/got-tagged-by-char-siew-rice-so-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-2117597393941724439</id><published>2007-10-25T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:26:56.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry people i probably can't change the stupid emo blogskin by today cus the nice new orange blogskin i found was overlapped &amp;amp; now i have to use this stupid emo blogskin until i can access to the slow blogskins.com to find a new stupid blogskin to put on my stupid blog &amp;amp; since it's the hols it won't take very long promise by end of next week okay.&lt;br /&gt;what a long sentence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-2117597393941724439?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2117597393941724439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=2117597393941724439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2117597393941724439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2117597393941724439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/10/sorry-people-i-probably-cant-change.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-1147452301283764198</id><published>2007-10-25T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T14:27:10.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i wonder how, i wonder why, i wonder where they are;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the days we had, the songs we sang together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HELLO PEEPETTES (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am so going to change my stupid blogskin now so i can like do things to my template. stupid no more emo D:&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;last day of school today (: class chalet on 30/31st :D so exciteeeedd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay lah this is a short post cus got nothing to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for the benefit of you &amp;amp; me i will search high &amp;amp; low for a new blogskin. by hook or by crook i must find it by today D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;byebye (waves)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-1147452301283764198?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1147452301283764198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=1147452301283764198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1147452301283764198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1147452301283764198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-wonder-how-i-wonder-why-i-wonder.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-1998062913154437099</id><published>2007-10-23T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:03:48.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm the happiest woman in the world now (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please don't spoil my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-1998062913154437099?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1998062913154437099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=1998062913154437099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1998062913154437099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1998062913154437099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-happiest-woman-in-world-now-please.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-873250913202590329</id><published>2007-10-22T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T13:29:15.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;maybe it's our first mistake;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but baby that's alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i like finally managed to log in to this frickin' page.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to download songs into my phone then i realised i didn't bring my cable :/&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;there were some good news &amp;amp; some bad news today (:&lt;br /&gt;hehe good news is i saw --- today ((((:&lt;br /&gt;bad news is i don't wish to say.&lt;br /&gt;but everyone i love seems to be leaving me. &amp;amp; i can say it's probably too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, sorry my dears for not updating for so long. i've been reflecting these few days, &amp;amp; i've recovered a few nice memories &lt;s&gt;as well as some bad ones&lt;/s&gt; &amp;amp; yup i'm trying to look on the bright side, afiqah, but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;you know how sad it is to see everyone that's important to you leave one by one with their partners? it makes you feel zuper left out lah.. even though they don't know you too well, they don't know what you're thinking about them, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; then there's some zuper irritating people who can't seem to stop irritating you. not exactly pinpointing someone, but do you ever think what others feel? okay this post is getting so out of point so i shall stop this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go admire the bee-oo-tee-fool pictures of --- now so BYEBYE (WAVES)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-873250913202590329?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/873250913202590329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=873250913202590329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/873250913202590329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/873250913202590329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/10/maybe-its-our-first-mistake-but-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-6753846317904248873</id><published>2007-10-10T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:25:27.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CAN'T CHANGE THE FRICKIN' BLOG SONG ON MY FUGGING BLOG (!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is a bit of joey &amp;amp; my lame conv to entertain you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sry com restarted by itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hello meizxzxzxzx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hello jiexxz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;how's life after exams?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;smokin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;grillin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;boiling'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;boilin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;steamin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;bakin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;stirin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;deep fryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;that has nothing to do with cookin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;stir fryin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;dry fryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wet fryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;is there such a thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i am going to post this on my blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;okay (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;toastin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;our steamin' conv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;freezin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;chillin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;slicin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;peelin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;choppin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;bashin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;whats that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;beatin' it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;flippin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;shakin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(your butt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;smashin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(ur face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;punchin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(your tummy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;cryin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(of pain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;laughin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(xing zai le huo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;stabbin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;( u)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;wincin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(HOW CAN MY FRICKIN' SISTER DO THIS TO ME ??!??!?!?!?!?!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;jie jie so mean )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sobbin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;( of sadness D:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;huggin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;(my dear joey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je t'aime says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAHA HAPPILY EVER AFTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joey (: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yay! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;seems to you like a pair of outrageously bored sisters who seem to like home ec lessons and violent karate sessions. HAHA all the same, i love you joeyy :DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;strong&gt;feeling&lt;/strong&gt; so bored nowwww. can't wait for tmr ((: can see my dearest sistah who likes home ec &amp;amp; violent karate, can see audrahh, can see mum jiaying xD, can see my afiquah. HAHAHHA. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hungry. i MEAN, i am feeling hungry. okay whatever i've been obsessed with these lame stuffs. but yeah i shall go eat now (: BYEBYE (waves)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-6753846317904248873?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/6753846317904248873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=6753846317904248873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6753846317904248873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6753846317904248873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cant-change-frickin-blog-song-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-1067482897863223264</id><published>2007-10-09T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T11:00:22.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;so i told you with a smile;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's all about you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okayyy. i shall be back. i know you people are missing my posts right &gt;:DD hahaha. anyways. fyes were not too baddd. english was great(: chinese was so-so. the "bai chi" compre suckedd like helll. lit sure fail. hist even worse. science was niceee :D maths was okay, considering the CTs. ughhh. i don't think i'll do well though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;frickin' afiqah woke me up at 9.59 am this morning with the sms she sent at 6.02 am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;her: today no school right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me: you very lame leh&lt;br /&gt;her: so don't have right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me: what do you think? oh mr T coming already can't talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;her: don't bluff lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;me: you. stupid. woman. there. is. no. school. today. if. there. was. school. today. then. why. did. you. ask. me. yesterday. if. i. can. go. out. today. and. your. dearest. mr. T. is. busy. marking. history. papers. haha. this. is. fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay i can't believe the last 4 words i said but yeah. HAHAHAHA. &lt;s&gt;she is so stupid&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay more next time (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-1067482897863223264?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1067482897863223264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=1067482897863223264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1067482897863223264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1067482897863223264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-i-told-you-with-smile-its-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-3401358743152819264</id><published>2007-10-08T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T20:41:56.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FYES ARE OVER (!!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-3401358743152819264?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3401358743152819264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=3401358743152819264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3401358743152819264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3401358743152819264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/10/fyes-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-2918650412363290892</id><published>2007-09-25T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:25:02.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i was on the right track;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but on the wrong train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this week has been a very productive week so far (: yesterday studied with sitifa &amp;amp; sab &amp;amp; co. i actually finished my math &amp;amp; sci hmwk in like less than 2 hrs (!!!) &amp;amp; we did some unexpected things cus something(s) unexpected happened &amp;amp; it made us closer, our relationship betterrrrrr. as cliche as it sounds, i love alpha (does that sound familliar, siti?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i keep thinking todays' weds ): sighs tmr is weds. weds timetable is the horrendous-est of all terrible timetables cus it has all the subjects you can think of. well maybe not but it's pressurizing for sec one kiddos like us D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha so many things have been happening outside our classroom that i haven't been aware of ): ah well, not so important (: but anyway. jiaying has been getting crazier every morning. &amp;amp; i have been getting crazier every afternoon. so you'll probably never survive a day with us. LAAAWL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay... back to the classroom. my partner is getting worse, just in case you were wondering xD now she doesn't even understand what is the x-axis &amp;amp; y-axis. AANNND she keeps eavesdropping on me &amp;amp; audrey's conversations D:&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMG the 9oclock show so scarryyyyyy (!!) but i like! amagad now it's funnayyyye. okay never mind. i'm getting crappier by the minute. feel like calling jiaying just to say hi &amp;amp; continue my craps there like i usually do, but this time we'll BOTH get scolded cus exams are coming. sighs i miss my crapping opportunities on the phone ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay whatever. btw i was actually checking out the street directory &amp;amp; bus directory before typing out this post :D it's actually fun, should try it when you've finished all your hmwk &amp;amp; there's nothing on tv &amp;amp; you think neopets is boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay. byebye (waves)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;to you know who you are: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well you shouldn't get pissed off &amp;amp; maybe you should think about it more, how would you have felt.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so you know;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am so fascinated by it that i pick it up every 5 seconds just to gaze at it. it seems so unreal. impossible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;thank you, senior :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-2918650412363290892?l=smack-yourface.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-30945102.post-7173788257033873127</id><published>2007-09-17T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T20:59:48.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;so if you're asking me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want you to know&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me get this through first: this is a super zuper ranting/emo post so you'd better click the red x &amp;amp; get out of here before your eardrums burst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to you know who you are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i trusted you so much, really. for once i told you everything i really felt, deep inside. but now what have you done to me in repay? you know how hurtful it is when your &lt;s&gt;platoonmate&lt;/s&gt; friend trusts you so much, but all you do is hurt her so much in this way? okay, i understand when you don't want others to read your "private" blog. i understand when you don't let others link you. but why did you lie when i asked you what you changed your url to? i knew you were lying in the first place, an avid blogger like you wouldn't quit so easily. but why is it that you don't trust me enough to at least TELL me the url, whereas i trust you enough to tell you anything you want? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that aside, i introduce you to &lt;s&gt;your eye candy's mortal&lt;/s&gt; my very very good friend, but now see what you've done again? now all you do is hang out with her &amp;amp; all day she talks about you. she tells you secrets &amp;amp; doesn't tell me, her very first best friend in crescent. do you think this is fair? cus no girl, i don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i can't stand it when you brag all about your friendships, all about how "good your life is", cus i know all you want to do is catch peoples' attention. &amp;amp; no, that doesn't work enough for you. saying hi to everyone you see like you're some celebrity, acting cute &amp;amp; cool all the time &amp;amp; trying to make new friends like you're so lovable, you think that's nice? cus no, i don't think you deserve it. you take for granted all your friends like you like damn alot, but the truth is no, they don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you may think you have good taste in music, yes. but you don't need to criticize others' genre. what you like may not be others' favourites, don't ever think that way, cus that's not good for you. you have to go through every single song in my playlist &amp;amp; say at least one negative comment on each one. how would you like it if i did that to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;you said you didn't want any more conflicts. but look at what you're doing now. is this helping? do you have to like type out one 500 words long email to someone just to tell them you don't like the &lt;s&gt;part&lt;/s&gt; blog they're creating? do you think everyone relies on you just for that blog? do you think without you, we will all fall &amp;amp; disintegrate into little pieces? cus no girl, we're not as weak as you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm not jealous of you, cus there's nothing to be jealous about. you're not that good either, so please stop this bragging &amp;amp; acting &amp;amp; being all emo cus we won't pity you, never.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just one last thing to tell you, girl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aim properly, cus i'm no &lt;s&gt;easy&lt;/s&gt; pushover.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-7173788257033873127?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7173788257033873127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=7173788257033873127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7173788257033873127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7173788257033873127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-if-youre-asking-me-i-want-you-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-5939721533258346514</id><published>2007-09-12T21:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T21:44:53.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;after my dreaming, i woke with this fear;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what am i leaving, when i'm done here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HIATUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;till a month later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-5939721533258346514?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/5939721533258346514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=5939721533258346514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/5939721533258346514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/5939721533258346514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-my-dreaming-i-woke-with-this-fear.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-4951808748299496955</id><published>2007-09-07T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T21:05:47.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forgot to say this::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SENIOR CHERIE!!!!!!! :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all love you ((((: good luck for remaining exams :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(whoooooooooooooooooooosh)&lt;br /&gt;(that was not the sound of me farting)&lt;br /&gt;(actually, it was me flying away)&lt;br /&gt;(no, rather superman)&lt;br /&gt;(whatever!)&lt;br /&gt;(WHY THE HELL ARE THESE IN BRACKETS??!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-4951808748299496955?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4951808748299496955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=4951808748299496955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/4951808748299496955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/4951808748299496955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/09/forgot-to-say-this-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-1395163217285673698</id><published>2007-09-07T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T21:02:30.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i dreamt i was missing, &amp; you were so scared;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but no one would listen, cus no one else cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay this one really seriously seriously quick post already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;today-&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;% went school at 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;% did history proj&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;% go tiong with audrey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;% came back thinking was late for drill pract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;% in the end waited like 3+ hrs till others came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;% fell asleep for like 1/2 hr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;% argued with audrey what the donkey is supposed to do in the game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;% finally practiced but only for like 1 hr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;% realised my prepaid is running outta money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;% said thankew to auntie who let me out of the seat in the bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;% too lazy to continue my maths homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay i will elaborate soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;byebye (waves)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-1395163217285673698?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1395163217285673698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=1395163217285673698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1395163217285673698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1395163217285673698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dreamt-i-was-missing-you-were-so.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-7289902312775034763</id><published>2007-09-04T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:33:16.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't resent me;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when you're feeling empty, keep me in your memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;leave out all the rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMFG GUESS WHAT HAPPENED!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG. we apparently saw chengxi (YES KANG CHENGXI FROM STAR IDOL!) at bukit batok (!!!!!) mum and bro insisted that he was chengxi but i was like, no no chengxi's face not liddat. but he is really DAMN FRICKIN TALL can!?&lt;br /&gt;omg omg omg omg zOMG. this is like better than seeing guohao :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fishes at the clinic were like so interesting i like took like 5 videos of them. one fish kept using its mouth to pick up the stones (the aquarium stones or whatever you call them) &amp; then spitting it out. another one was like so violent &amp;amp; kept pushing everyone out of the way, then one was so shy it kept at the back of the tank. then another friendly fish kept waving its fin at me (i later found out that all the fishes were doing the same thing D:&lt;) &amp; when i put my face close to the tank it like came up to me &amp;amp; put its nose (if it has one) up on my face. &amp; i swear it was smiling at me okayyyy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;amp; they were all scared of my bro cus when he came they all retreated to the back of the tank. apparently my brother's bulky figure doesn't help in his popularity with fishes :/ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp; i've finished 16.3-16.5 (!!!) i am so proud of myself :D &amp;amp; another thing is, i just realised today that my no3 boots are with zi qi. apparently we somehow mixed them up in the first semester &amp; since then we had been polishing each others' boots :O i really hope she polished them real well cus hers are like fantastic except for that little rough spot that she's supposed to scrub. i was wondering where that spot came from. but anyway thanks platoonmate (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i got many peoples' numbers today :D they all started smsing me (regarding studies okay, not any other thing xD) then i was like who are you who are you. okay so i have made new friends (i mean got new telephone numbers) &amp;amp; li juan loves me cus i smsed her like the whole home ec thingo &amp; the agar agar recipe. see, being the maths rep helps boost popularity, no? (big grin) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay i am like so bored now &amp;amp; i have given up on the 4 sets of frickin maths homework which are like at least 14 pages long each. i guess i needa relax before i can do anything. but the holidays are like so boring cus all my plans are cancelled &amp; i have like the rest of the week free except for thursday. pardon me for getting random-er here, cus i simply have nothing better to do. this year's star search is like zuper boring can. there's only this one guy that i somehow thinks look like titanic :D &amp;amp; the surname also kind of the same (: zOMG what if it really is him!? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay forget it i am SO over this kinda things. have to concentrate on EOYS, no? :D my paragraphs are like getting shorter. AH i met dear diyan (dear diyan, dd LOL) at the school gate just now :D she forced me to like hang up on my mum?! you're lucky i didn't get angry with you cus i was in a good mood &amp; was on my way to buy donuts (yumyum) haha jkjk. you owe me letter, no? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay yes this morning i reached school like 45 minutes early. but adele was earlier than me &amp;amp; here is jiaying claiming that i am crazy to reach that early. blame you for being late (sticks out tongue) all i did was take the one-train-later-than-normal D: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what shall i say now? waiting for my brother to come out of the frickin toilet so i can like bathe &amp;amp; continue my maths homework. i am like so sleepy now. urgh, why do i keep saying LIKE? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay this is &lt;s&gt;like&lt;/s&gt; a longer-than-usual post so i shall &lt;s&gt;like&lt;/s&gt; leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE (waves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-7289902312775034763?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7289902312775034763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=7289902312775034763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7289902312775034763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7289902312775034763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-resent-me-when-youre-feeling-empty.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-3585456078811386738</id><published>2007-09-04T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T11:20:35.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since You Been Gone;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can breathe for the first time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing we started off friends&lt;br /&gt;It was cool but it was all pretend&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're dedicated you took the time&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't long till I called you mine&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all you'd ever hear me say&lt;br /&gt;Is how I pictured me with you&lt;br /&gt;That's all you'd ever hear me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I'm so movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you&lt;br /&gt;Now I get&lt;br /&gt;What I want&lt;br /&gt;Since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I put it?&lt;br /&gt;You put me on&lt;br /&gt;I even fell for that stupid love song&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I never hear you say&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;I guess you never felt that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I'm so movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you&lt;br /&gt;Now I get&lt;br /&gt;I get what I want&lt;br /&gt;Since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had your chance you blew it&lt;br /&gt;Out of sight, out of mind&lt;br /&gt;Shut your mouth I just can't take it&lt;br /&gt;Again, and again, and again, and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;(since you been gone)&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I'm so movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you&lt;br /&gt;(thanks to you)&lt;br /&gt;Now I get&lt;br /&gt;I get what I want&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I'm so movin' on&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you&lt;br /&gt;(thanks to you)&lt;br /&gt;Now I get&lt;br /&gt;(I get)&lt;br /&gt;You should know&lt;br /&gt;(you should know)&lt;br /&gt;That I get&lt;br /&gt;I get what I want&lt;br /&gt;Since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;Since you been gone&lt;br /&gt;Since you been gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-3585456078811386738?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3585456078811386738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=3585456078811386738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3585456078811386738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3585456078811386738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/09/since-you-been-gone-i-can-breathe-for.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-2493244801630131607</id><published>2007-09-04T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:38:54.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;you crept into my consciousness;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and took up permanent residence there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just came back from maths enrichment, so yeah this will be a real quick post as i have a million tons of (maths) homework waiting for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;i've just realised that maths ain't so bad after you start paying at least 90% attention. but 90% is not quite possible if you have an intellectually slow partner (sihui) who doesn't understand why 3800+400=4200. (grimaces)&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it doesn't work if you have another friend sitting like 99cm away who calls you chewing gum every moment. it doesn't help if you call her char siew rice or her brother chicken rice cus she'll call you chewing gum &amp;amp; your brother bubble gum.&lt;br /&gt;it's worse if you have another influence sitting about 149 cm away that ALSO calls you chewing gum &amp; your brother bubble gum. it TOTALLY doesn't work if you call her bei fei li (get molested) &amp;amp; her sis bei qiang jian (get raped) cus she'll act pitiful &amp; show you this face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is how it started...&lt;br /&gt;one fine day, about 19 days ago (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get molested: eheh chewing gum, what's your brother's name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: DON'T TELL YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get molested: ah ah i know, BUBBLE GUM!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get molested &amp;amp; char siew rice: (laugh their asses off)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: eh eh bei fei li, you got siblings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get molested: (stupidly!) got got. elder sis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: AH THEN YOUR ELDER SIS' NAME IS BEI (pause) what is rape ah? AH BEI QIANG JIAN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get molested: (fed up face)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: eh eh char siew rice, you got siblings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;char siew rice: yah got brother, why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: your brother name chicken rice ah?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;char siew rice: (thinks &amp; grimaces)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is how it started..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, lame i know. but who is to blame man. go scold those stupid char siew rice &amp;amp; get molested.&lt;br /&gt;AHHA. char siew rice get molested! (by chewing gum)&lt;br /&gt;(not that i want to molest her anyways)&lt;br /&gt;and coincidentally, this happened during maths lesson.&lt;br /&gt;no wonder i cannot understand. ://&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this turns out to be not-so-quick post but there's tom &amp; jerry on tv so i want to watch! (got mouse :D) &amp;amp; the mouse is not stupid okayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry, there's no emo part at the end cus i've decided not to be emo for the rest of the &lt;s&gt;week&lt;/s&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to audrey: i update already okay! (pouts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-2493244801630131607?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2493244801630131607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=2493244801630131607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2493244801630131607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2493244801630131607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-crept-into-my-consciousness-and.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-6852198519396583611</id><published>2007-08-31T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T21:33:17.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;when the last one falls;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp; when it's all said &amp;amp; done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;had 2006e reunion today :D I LOVE 2006E (((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i am like SO busy now but finding time to blog so see how much i want to see my blog alive LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't understand factorisation ): help please? it's kinda confusing &amp; all the answers are wrong according to the book )x helppppp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp;amp; i found out that bio is THIIIISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS interesting :D chapter 9 is all about reproduction &amp; chromosomes &amp;amp; cells &amp; whatevernots. SO FASCINATING (!!) anybody wants me to teach? (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my whole september holidays are full manzxzxssss. only weds is free, i guess. sighs. sorry lah this post kinda random but i guess this is the easy way to cover everything i want to say without taking up too much of my studytime :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay lah i shall go now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;TATA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;perhaps, perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;now you see me, now you don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-6852198519396583611?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/6852198519396583611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=6852198519396583611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6852198519396583611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6852198519396583611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-last-one-falls-when-its-all-said.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-5902109783771742997</id><published>2007-08-30T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:39:45.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUDREY GOH WEI LING (!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i love you forever &amp; ever &amp;amp; ever &amp; ever &amp;amp; ever &amp; ever okayy &lt;33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hugs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY TO YOU TOO (!!) :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, BUDAK (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i bet i'm the first to wish you xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-5902109783771742997?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/5902109783771742997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=5902109783771742997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/5902109783771742997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/5902109783771742997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-audrey-goh-wei-ling-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-3873539514144725977</id><published>2007-08-27T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:41:40.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;because it never should have happened, because i wanted to die;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because it had to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i going crazy or something? i've been stuffing myself with all kinds of food since like 8 o clock &amp; now i'm still eating. (sighs) something to do with tiredness.&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE KILLING MYSELF. i'm giving up on my studies, i'm giving up on everything; tell me, what's the use of living on? sighs, like ms low let us watch that broadway thingo :"life is just a bowl of cherries -  don't take it seriously. live and laugh out loud." okay whatever it doesn't make sense but you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;please don't call/sms me now, cus i'll just slam the phone down or spam you with vulgarities. i don't know why i just feel like doing it lah, so if you want to die then come sms me now&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt; let me vent out my frustrations. (on the other side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you don't make me, bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-3873539514144725977?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3873539514144725977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=3873539514144725977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3873539514144725977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3873539514144725977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/08/because-it-never-should-have-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-1682654004762201174</id><published>2007-08-25T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T13:50:36.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it was like a fragment of a dream i'd forgotten;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now remembered with all the power of a deja vu&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HELLO PEEPETTES :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i so totally FLUNKED chinese oral (!!!) i got the 7th and 10th word of the first sentence WRONG. like how DEAD am i?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i still haven't told my parents about flunking maths &amp; sci, &amp;amp; now THIS ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ANYWAY, on a brighter note, janice told me about the rest of her HILARIOUS dream that she forgot to tell me. zOMG it &lt;strong&gt;SOOOO&lt;/strong&gt; made my day brighter (shields eyes) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm going out later (!!!) teachers' day is coming real soooon (: i think i'm going back qifa, but not too sure though :D hope to see everyone (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;okay lah i'm like terribly bored so i'll go play neopets (!!!) SO FUN SO FUN (claps hands!)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay maybe i'll rather read my book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BYEBYE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thinking of you makes me want to cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-1682654004762201174?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1682654004762201174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=1682654004762201174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1682654004762201174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1682654004762201174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-was-like-fragment-of-dream-id.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-2229572320027774271</id><published>2007-08-24T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T18:49:53.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pain is gone;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the scars will forever remain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO PEEPETTES (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE is complaining that i'm not updating so here i am :D&lt;br /&gt;AUDREY HAS CREATED A BLOG!! (!!!!!) thankew thankew, my influence, my influence.&lt;br /&gt;elcomarts skit was yesterday. aiyah i was like SHIT can &amp; i was like :O when sheena said i had to wear this beak which looked like an ice cream cone sprayed with urine xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay... i just sent afiqah an sms that comprimised of 77 words &amp;amp; 3 numbers. :D please take note: the 77 words were in &lt;strong&gt;ONE SENTENCE&lt;/strong&gt; (!!!) (&amp; the sms was 3 pages long [?!])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got back our maths &amp;amp; science ct marks back today, &amp; i'm glad (NOT) not say that i flunked both of them (!!!!) really. ARGH i am SO dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah i have decided to mug (for nothing except home ec &amp;amp; i didn't bring my book home [!!!])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE CHINESE ORAL TMR AND I AM &lt;strong&gt;SOOOOOOOO &lt;/strong&gt;GONNA FLUNK IT TOO! (!!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-2229572320027774271?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2229572320027774271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=2229572320027774271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2229572320027774271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2229572320027774271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/08/pain-is-gone-but-scars-will-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-7157908407553061858</id><published>2007-08-21T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:52:08.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;you have no empathy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't know how you look at yourself in the mirror&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;SIGHSx100 (!!!) today i embarrassed myself a total of &lt;strong&gt;5 times&lt;/strong&gt; (?!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp; i realised because of afiqah, i always don't get to see &lt;strong&gt;what&lt;/strong&gt; i want to see. grr. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no mass run today, mass dance :D siti was SUPER ZUPER BUPER enthu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, about the mini-partdate yesterday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;went to vivo &amp;amp; spent about only 3 hrs there (me &amp; jan) which is &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt; not enough if you wanna camwhore with your dear platoonmate who is constantly doing &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; things xD we went around toysrus basically taking pictures of everything around. i have &lt;strong&gt;TONS&lt;/strong&gt; of pictures which i think i'll upload sometime later :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;jancie told me about her hilarious dream while we were eating &amp;amp; it made me choke on my chicken (: &amp; i was trying to keep a straight face during the whole journey under the underpass (i succeeded!) while janice was telling me the getting married part. i swear my mouth was numb when i finally got the drift &amp;amp; started laughing. my eyes were watering lah LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then cus there were 8 people there then we like accidentally (not on purpose) go walk into the fall in position. &amp; me, being damn &lt;em&gt;elegant &amp;amp; sophisticated&lt;/em&gt;, spotted this funny thing. so i was like, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: EH EH look we're in fall in position!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;janice: EH EH YAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: EH EH people look we're in fall in position &amp; siti's the right marker!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siti: (turns back &amp;amp; laughed)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: EH EH NO SHE CANNOT TAKE MY POSITION!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: (rushes up to siti &amp; pushes her away so i can be right marker)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AND SO, our position was messed up. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then after eating we went upstairs to play water. my skirt got wet so i took it off &amp;amp; hung it over my head. then it sorta looked like a GOWN, those kinda off-shoulder kind, so i was like, "LOOK LOOK, I LOOK SO &lt;em&gt;ELEGANT &amp; SOPHISTICATED!&lt;/em&gt;" &amp;amp; everyone was laughing their asses off so &lt;em&gt;elegant &amp; sophisticated &lt;/em&gt;became my favourite phrase! haha. then a little meimei was scared of me cus i looked like some kinda alien :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then i realised my primary school shorts looked like FBTs (!!!) thanks sab for telling me that :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, this shall be all i guess. waiting for my mum to come back with the friggin graph paper so the maths rep can do her maths homework. &amp;amp; also the ice cream. (YUM!) &amp;amp; also the toilet paper to wipe our butts with :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the other things, you know where to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tata--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-7157908407553061858?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7157908407553061858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=7157908407553061858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7157908407553061858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7157908407553061858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-have-no-empathy-i-dont-know-how-you.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-3101205469727359342</id><published>2007-08-19T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T17:04:47.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;these sound-oholics;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;these quiet-ophobics&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i forgot to say something:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;friday during pe we had to run around the canal then me &amp; joey (LEAD SINGER!) were leading like 15 people to sing national day songs. we were like providing background music for the others! :D the best thing was, mr samat didn't scold :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(sad, he's leaving on audrey's bday.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just came back from bugis with mummy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;we stepped into OG &amp; started looking at the pots :O (typical housewives) maths common test is in about 21 hrs 59 mins &amp;amp; i haven't started studying a thing. really scared that i cannot finish but at the same time too lazy to study. my chinese common test results have disappointed me &amp; my science probably will too. i'm supposed to mug for maths (as a normal person would) but here i am wasting time typing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i shall go mug now, bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-3101205469727359342?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3101205469727359342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=3101205469727359342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3101205469727359342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3101205469727359342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/08/these-sound-oholics-these-quiet.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-5653117282663087705</id><published>2007-08-17T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:23:50.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it's a free world;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;today was... today was so-so :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no mass run was the best thing that happened today. the others were &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; not that exciting. we had &lt;strong&gt;4 whole friggin periods&lt;/strong&gt; of maths &amp; &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;just didn't want us to take a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't get it: why do teachers ask us to do so much homework when they want to save the earth? (save paper!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;some funny things happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: (wanted to put on skirt under table so ms L couldn't see)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: (but unfortunately, i banged my knee on the underneath of the table)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si hui: (i don't know what was so funny in the first place!) HAHAHA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: (winces) this shows i have LONG LEGS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i hui: (pause)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si hui: ....but &lt;u&gt;NO BRAINS!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah &amp;amp;&amp; i wrote another 500 word essay on why i **** ****. it went basically like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i like **** because i love love love love love love love love love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(goes on for about 250 words)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fullstop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;**** ***** ***** **** is very very very very very very very very very very &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(goes on for about 250 words)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fullstop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;amagad, you should've seen audrey's expression when she saw the paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but i still got 30/100 (broad smile!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si hui: (sits up straight)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: (slouches back on chair)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si hui: eh i taller than you leh! (she's actually about 3cm shorter than me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: who said? (sits up straight)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si hui: (expression changes from happy to disappointed) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si hui: (slouches back)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay.. i don't know what's so funny about this one but si hui's expression was hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: (finishes drawing something for maths &amp; turns to si hui)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: correct anot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si hui: yah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si hui: eh, no. your H wrong. but your others correct.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si hui: (pause)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si hui: AHHAHAH! your UDDERS correct!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;si hui is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; funny. great partner, no? :D especially if audrey starts calling herself moo (cow) &amp; another person cow.back.side (cow). now, udders (cow). what a relationship with COWS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then then about 20 mins till the end of school, lynn started passing around this teen magazine &amp;amp; showing everyone this frigging disgusting article &amp; asking everyone to read it out. what's so funny about it that you have to share with everybody, i don't know. (i sound so much like a teacher!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then about 10 mins later, i was at jiaying's seat, which is beside theng's. then theng started waving vigourously at me, so i started waving vigourously back at her. (it's kinda our class tradition?) then our hands started going nearer to each others' faces (sounds wrong!) then theng's hand actually knocked into my nose! it, like, did the action of chopping off my nose. then i was like, "OMG! YOU CHOPPED OFF MY NOSE! OMG! CAN YOU IMAGINE WHAT HAPPENED IF YOUR HAND WAS A KNIFE! OMG!" &amp; i carried on like this for about 15 seconds &amp;amp; all theng &amp; sheena could do was stand/sit there &amp;amp; laugh laugh. then jiaying appeared out of nowhere &amp; asked us what happened. theng &amp;amp; sheena were STILL laughing uncontrollably, so, me, being more &lt;em&gt;elegant &amp; sophiscated&lt;/em&gt;, explained what happened to jiaying (between fits of giggles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amagad, hilarious, i tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it is now 812 pm, about 4 hr 17 mins after this begun, &amp;amp; i still haven't type finish. no, actually, being a really &lt;em&gt;hardworking, studious &amp;amp; good girl, &lt;/em&gt;took a break to do my homework. then, i realised that i had no crescent foolscap paper, which is required for the toopid lit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so.. i can't be a good girl anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay whatever, i'm crapping hyper today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tata-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just can't get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-5653117282663087705?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/5653117282663087705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=5653117282663087705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/5653117282663087705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/5653117282663087705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-free-world.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-7460950734621948478</id><published>2007-08-15T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T16:58:43.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i did a 500+ word essay for audrey on why i **** *****. shows how dedicated i am.&lt;br /&gt;i got 70/100, i passed okay. &amp; there were no singlishes in it :D&lt;br /&gt;i have proof.&lt;br /&gt;now i have to go finish reading my big pile of library books which amount to 7 books which are all due on 29 august &amp;amp; 1 september respectively. (what a long sentence)&lt;br /&gt;i love reading cus it improves my english &amp; now i've started reading tons&amp;amp;tons of books my maths is failing. 8/20&lt;br /&gt;but i got 2ndhighest for hist :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, reading time :D&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE (waves)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-7460950734621948478?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7460950734621948478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=7460950734621948478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7460950734621948478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7460950734621948478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-did-500-word-essay-for-audrey-on-why.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-8661518293736252663</id><published>2007-08-15T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T16:54:00.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all that's between us is a narrow one-way road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a road with a never-ending line of traffic that seems to grow longer every 5 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;life goes on as normal around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but my mind's clouded with these awful thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when can it stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pull that dagger of doubt out of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-8661518293736252663?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/8661518293736252663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=8661518293736252663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8661518293736252663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8661518293736252663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-thats-between-us-is-narrow-one-way.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-8115503224771847854</id><published>2007-08-14T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T14:48:05.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO PEEPETTES :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to celebrate senior's bday yesterday :D so fun so fun manzxzxsss. too bad i had to leave early ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mass run today xD i got a blister on my SOLE (omfg) after running. &amp;&amp;amp; people started saying my shoe was too small for me. actually my shoe is damnn bigg it's like 1.5 sizes too big. so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazzie owes me letter (again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyesight's getting poorer &amp; my hands are getting restless &amp;amp; my legs are getting softer. i can't see properly &amp; my hands keep going to the wrong places (DON'T THINK WRONG.) &amp;amp; my legs can't seem to support me as well as last time (explains the blister.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this'll be the randomest post in the whole blog cus i simple have nothing better to do except frickin' pbl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, audrey asked me to write 4 TEAQs for her, for why i **** *****. so lame but at least i had something to do except copy bi ji. &amp; i passed okay. i got 51/80 which is like, a b4 :D she said she can use it to revise for lit but in the end i took it back home cus it had too many singlishes. &amp;amp; we started talking bad about some-people-know-who &amp; jiaying suddenly dropped my correction tape &amp;amp; it burst into two pieces &amp; all the tape fell out &amp;amp; now it's unusable cus of TAN JIA YING. (what a long sentence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously angry with SBS buses cus yesterday &amp; today i missed two buses (in a row). yesterday when i was about to reach the bus stop i saw a bus going away, so i started walking slower. (i didn't walk SO slow) then when i was about to reach the bus stop, another bus arrived. i started to RUN RUN RUN, then i started waving my hand like crazy, then the bus just zoomed past the bus stop (it didn't even come into the frickin' bus lane.) &amp;amp; zoomed on towards the MRT station. I WAS FRICKIN' INFURIATED &amp; was stomping my foot every 5 seconds. is the bus driver blind or something? i was wearing YELLOW (for gawhd's sake) &amp;amp; he couldn't see me running &amp;jumping &amp;amp; waving my hand like crazy? blind, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;1308&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-missed 2 buses in a row&lt;br /&gt;-reach school LATE&lt;br /&gt;-forgot to bring storybook down (!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-stand in front of school with a whole bunch of other forgetful people (audrey included)&lt;br /&gt;-went JE to meet senior&lt;br /&gt;-walked to her house&lt;br /&gt;-left early&lt;br /&gt;-reach home, knocked on the door for a whole 15 minutes &amp; no one opened it&lt;br /&gt;-my mum &amp;amp; brother were sleeping (!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-didn't eat a single thing until 8.45 at night&lt;br /&gt;(pro or pro?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;1408&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-MISSED THE FRICKIN' BUSES AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;-reached school LATE AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;-mass run&lt;br /&gt;-BLISTER ON SOLE&lt;br /&gt;-endured the 1hr05min till recess, without my shoe &amp; sock on&lt;br /&gt;-put too much chilli into my prawn guotiao&lt;br /&gt;-assembly was terribly boring&lt;br /&gt;-doing pbl in lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT AN EXCITING LIFE MANZXZXSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-8115503224771847854?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/8115503224771847854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=8115503224771847854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8115503224771847854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8115503224771847854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-peepettes-d-went-to-celebrate.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-5558191278939496481</id><published>2007-08-10T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T14:41:57.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY! ((:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got no present for you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-5558191278939496481?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/5558191278939496481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=5558191278939496481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/5558191278939496481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/5558191278939496481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-daddy-i-got-no-present.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-1564379589550767480</id><published>2007-08-09T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T12:46:56.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 years - SO OLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i got my haircut (which was overdue since june holidays)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-1564379589550767480?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1564379589550767480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=1564379589550767480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1564379589550767480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1564379589550767480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-singapore-42-years-so.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-2591604042019627590</id><published>2007-08-07T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T15:59:27.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUMMY!! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the 'present' i gave you wasn't that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SENIOR GADIS!! ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alpha loves you like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONGYI'S DAD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i don't even know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in case you haven't noticed, they're all 0708s.&lt;br /&gt;COOL or COOL?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-2591604042019627590?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2591604042019627590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=2591604042019627590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2591604042019627590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2591604042019627590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-birthday-mummy-3-though-present-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-6172682037701081447</id><published>2007-08-06T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:07:50.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;TODAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;8 disasters. 3 fortunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-6172682037701081447?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/6172682037701081447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=6172682037701081447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6172682037701081447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6172682037701081447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/08/today.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-4112859335494393036</id><published>2007-08-04T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T16:03:07.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY 15TH SGT WAI HAN :DD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-4112859335494393036?l=smack-yourface.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-30945102.post-5850896770400361579</id><published>2007-08-03T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:40:57.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry peepettes. have to say something important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY 16TH SENIOR DEBBIE (((:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck for your 'levels, senior :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY 15TH SGT WENDY (((:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, isn't it coincidental. they're both 0308s.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits to afiqah ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-5850896770400361579?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/5850896770400361579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=5850896770400361579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/5850896770400361579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/5850896770400361579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/08/sorry-peepettes.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-1910903848380296332</id><published>2007-08-03T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:08:49.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO PEEPETTES (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a uber tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;i overslept &amp; reached school at 7.05.&lt;br /&gt;normally i'd reach the latest at 6.55 or 7.&lt;br /&gt;but today i was just too tired &amp;amp; took my own sweet time to walk.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but i was still so sweaty when i reached.&lt;br /&gt;mass run was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;even BEFORE the run, i'd already had that stupid stitch.&lt;br /&gt;after the run, it just became worse.&lt;br /&gt;nothing worked to make it go away.&lt;br /&gt;why why why am i so unfit&lt;br /&gt;can you believe having a stitch when you're not even doing anything except talking to jiaying?&lt;br /&gt;i'm seriously thinking this is BADD.&lt;br /&gt;like appendicitis or something.&lt;br /&gt;really, although very often when i run i'll get stitches, it was never as serious as these few days'.&lt;br /&gt;stitches for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my whole face was frickin pale like lady ghost.&lt;br /&gt;according to jiaying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during PE we played FRISBEE (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;audrey kept throwing it onto my tummy&lt;br /&gt;tong shang jia tong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after recess i felt a 'lil better.&lt;br /&gt;i was beginning to think maybe it was just gastric.&lt;br /&gt;but when i started climbing the stairs, the pain came back again.&lt;br /&gt;after school i felt even better&lt;br /&gt;had lunch with platoonmates&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered i had to post something before i ran out of time &amp; everyone went home.&lt;br /&gt;so to save time i ran almost all the way to my destination.&lt;br /&gt;started out with fast walk, didn't want the stitch to come back again.&lt;br /&gt;but even though, i still had pain.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i'd chase the evil away by provoking it even more, so i started running all the way back to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;guess what, the pain was even worse.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, i ate my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;i went home myself &amp;amp; fell asleep one bus stop before mine.&lt;br /&gt;luckily i just dozed.&lt;br /&gt;whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyi the stitch is still here.&lt;br /&gt;get lost, stitch.&lt;br /&gt;no one likes you.&lt;br /&gt;shoo.&lt;br /&gt;(i'd personally prefer lilo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;pray for me to get my part notebook back.&lt;br /&gt;pray for me to get good marks for my common tests.&lt;br /&gt;pray for me not to let people down.&lt;br /&gt;pray for me to stop people from disturbing me.&lt;br /&gt;pray for me for this emotion to go away.&lt;br /&gt;pray for me for the stitch to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i open my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i try to see but i'm blinded by the white light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't remember how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't remember why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm lying here tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; i can't stad the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i can't make it go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no i can't stand the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how could this happen to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i made my mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;got nowhere to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the night goes on as i'm fading away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sick of this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just wanna scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how could this happen to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everybody screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i try to make a sound but no one hears me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm slipping off the edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm hanging by a thread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wanna start this over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so i try to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;on to a time when nothing mattered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; i can't explain what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; i can't erase the things that i've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no i can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how could this happen to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i made my mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;got nowhere to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the night goes on as i'm fading away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sick of this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just wanna scream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how could this happen to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i made my mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;got nowhere to run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the night goes on as i'm fading away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sick of this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just wanna scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how could this happen to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-1910903848380296332?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1910903848380296332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=1910903848380296332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1910903848380296332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1910903848380296332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-peepettes-today-was-uber-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-4085511447218378114</id><published>2007-08-01T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T19:11:17.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MATHS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EX-KU-ZEH-MUAA, please take a look at the left, under the "hates." (@#**%&amp;$*&amp;amp;%^^#$&amp;) whyyyyyy??!!?!?!?!!?!?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;but nehmind, i have the class list &amp;amp; now i can get my revenge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(what revenge? to tell you the truth, i also donno.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a ubberly funny day :D was starving till the ubberly late recess, at 10.40. si hui kept me entertained with talks of WRONG things. yah like eg, science q.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: milk is compound or mixture?&lt;br /&gt;si hui: milk is... milk comes out from the.... i shall not say the word.&lt;br /&gt;me: OMG, you want to say don't say so loud lah! even sheena also can hear (!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, disgusting freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the screen had a problem, then like half of the powerpoint presentation was cut off &amp; we couldn't see anything, so we persuaded mr goh to let us go find the TA, but he said that time at C2 this problem also occurred, then when people go call TA, by the time TA come the problem fixed already &amp;amp; it was damn embarrassing. (please lah, you so superstitious, you think one time happen then everytime happen meh?) yah so finally, lynn went to find TA lah, then when she left the classroom, audrey suddenly said, "EH SHE NEVER TAKE TAG LEH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: oh yah! (turns to si hui) eheh she never take tag leh!&lt;br /&gt;si hui: oh yah! (turns to sheena) sheena she never take tag leh!&lt;br /&gt;sheena: oh yah! (turns to theng hui) eh theng hui she never take tag leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so theng went chasing after her. &amp; they came back soon reporting they'd seen a ghost on the TA window. during recess me &amp;amp; audrey decided to check it out. audrey was actually looking for a big big window lah, so when she saw the face on a small window (those kind of back staircase doors the window) she was like OH MY GAWHD &amp; started running away. i just stood there laughing like a lunatic cus i'd already told her it was there &amp;amp; she still donno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i donno what to say now so i shall LEAVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata (waves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do you ever feel outta place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;like somehow you just don't belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; no one understands you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do you ever wanna run away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with the radio on turned up so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that no one hears yous screaming?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when nothing feels alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be kicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to feel on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; no one's there to save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;are you sick of being so left out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;are you desperate to find something more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;before your life is over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;are you sick of everyone around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;with the big fake smiles &amp;amp; stupid lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;while deep inside you're bleeding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when nothing feels alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be left ou tin the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be kicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to feel on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; no one's there to save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;welcome to my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no one ever lied straight to your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; no one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you might think i'm happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but i'm never gonna be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;never had to work, it was always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you don't know what it's like, what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be kicked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; no one's there to save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be hurt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be kicked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; no one's there to save you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-4085511447218378114?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4085511447218378114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=4085511447218378114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/4085511447218378114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/4085511447218378114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/08/i.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-974967852306256022</id><published>2007-07-31T18:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:44:08.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO PEEPETTES (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm here cus audrey threatened that if i'm not going to update, she's not gonna tag.&lt;br /&gt;so, yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;okay now's the exams period aka stressingtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a superbuper funny day LOL. lynn was talking to weichi about violins lah, then she suddenly said, "then i go &amp; pull onto the D string." then i was like, "lynn, that sounds wrong. you said that a 'lil too loudly." then she was like, "what? i was just talking about violin, D string mah." then i said, "oh okay okay, i heard wrongly." then audrey, who was eavesdropping, said, "what you hear wrongly?" then i was like, "nothing nothing." cus i was &lt;s&gt;laughing&lt;/s&gt; vibrating damn seriously. &amp;amp; suddenly audrey started laughing too, "ORH, G-STRING AHH!" zOMG, no need to say so loudly right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah then before oral today, audrey was getting so FRUSSED that shewas banging the table, then everybody was like, SHHHH then she was like," OMG, DID I DO THAT OUT LOUD?" then i was vibrating like hell again, so i started nodding nodding. AHHAHA, she said, "in a moment of folly, i did that." then i had nothing better to do, so i went &amp; translated the words DIRECTLY into chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EG: ying ah mo man fo fo li, ai di ah fo li shi de ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah then supposed the "ting" to be ting as in hear, then she keep saying DING. LOL then i keep vibrating like someone trying to call &amp;amp; getting so annoyed that keeps calling. (if you get what i mean.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then during CME mr. choy was playing some idiotic game on some blardy website, then have a long long scrambled word to unscramble, then there was one, with DIG. so i shouted really loudly, "DIG!" then audrey was like, staring me &amp; laughing, &amp;amp; saying "that sounds wrong." what's wrong lah, i was just observant enough &amp; daring enough right??!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;observing reminds me of something. that time during recess, jiaying was like, "isn't that SIR up there?" &amp;amp; pointed at the library up there the walkway. then i was like, "you want to greet isit? so far you wanna greet ah?" then she was like, "no mah, i'm just observant enough to see that what." then got 2 people walk down the landscape gdn, so i said, "yah, i also observant enough to see that there is a guy &amp; a girl walking down the landscape garden. the guy is wearing black &amp;amp; the girl is wearing white." then jiaying said,"orh, that one i saw already. the girl is the one the s2 form teacher right?" then i was like,"orh, you mean the long long neck one ah?" then everybody started shaking uncontrollably with laughter. &amp; i was protesting, "BUT SHE REALLY GOT LONG NECK WHAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah okay lah. i'll go STUDY cus i'm a good girl! (pats myself on head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any last words?&lt;br /&gt;YES, AFIQAH, DIYAN &amp;amp; HAZZIE OWE ME LOOOOOOOOONGG LETTERS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;thanks to all 4 of you, for making my day brighter. THANK YOU TONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-974967852306256022?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/974967852306256022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=974967852306256022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/974967852306256022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/974967852306256022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-peepettes-im-here-cus-audrey.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-1145610710495814287</id><published>2007-07-29T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T16:33:22.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When You're Gone - Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always needed time on my own&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cry&lt;br /&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;And the bed where you lie is made up on your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I do reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you walk away I count the steps that you take&lt;br /&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made for each other&lt;br /&gt;Out here forever&lt;br /&gt;I know we were, yeah&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for you to know&lt;br /&gt;Everything I'd do, I'd give my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe I need to feel you here with me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone&lt;br /&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day and make it ok&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;to all the ex-specs, esp our NCOS &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-1145610710495814287?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1145610710495814287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=1145610710495814287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1145610710495814287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1145610710495814287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-youre-gone-avril-lavigne-i-always.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-3479510972056776363</id><published>2007-07-28T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:22:13.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO PEEPETTES (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm changing the song on my blog. i think :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(diyan) nervous what lah. HAHA the button thing sounds...WRONG?&lt;br /&gt;(hazzie) hello beloved angel/&lt;s&gt;shorty&lt;/s&gt; not-so-tally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(grandpapa) old grandpapa LOL. ah duh you grandpapa of course old lah. where got 13 year old grandpapa. abnormal HAHA. (i miss you too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. today was kinda unproductive. spent 5 hours at school doing practically nothing, then got FREE LUNCH(: then came home &amp; slept till now. (yawns) so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my phone has 'died' on me again. tsktsk, so lame lah. everytime i'm backstage the phone will die. even primary school also liddat. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been slacking these few days, mainly for one reason, but i donwanna state. i've not been doing my homework regularly, &amp;amp; when i'm finally down to doing it, i'm usually freaking tired already &amp; cannot concentrate, so i'll just scribble &amp;amp; anyhow do. sighs, i think i'll do badly for monday's common test. but i still like history LOL. i miss geog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this'll be a little overdue.&lt;br /&gt;to snr gadis &amp; snr delight:&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being such fantastic NCOs (:&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being there when we need you, &amp;amp; not giving up whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;we know we have let you down many, many times.&lt;br /&gt;it's probably too late to regret now.&lt;br /&gt;all the tears, all the sweat.&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting all the smiles.&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine, what would we be like without such fantabulous NCOs for the first year of NCC.&lt;br /&gt;absolutely sorry for whatever wrong we did, whether to you or anything.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU FOR MAKING MY FIRST YEAR IN NCC SUCH A MEMORABLE ONE. :D&lt;br /&gt;(muacks muacks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met DEAREST JIAMIN at the MRT station just now (((: zOMG i recognized her from her BAGGG. haha shows what i good memory i have :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, i guess i'll go now&lt;br /&gt;(whoosh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;as i watched you go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;tears ran down my cheeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; i thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'why must god do this to me?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;all i did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;all i suffered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;did not deserve this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;your shadow against the bright moonlight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh, how beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;your warm embrace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;how comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-3479510972056776363?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3479510972056776363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=3479510972056776363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3479510972056776363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3479510972056776363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-peepettes-im-changing-song-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-6074237964230515667</id><published>2007-07-26T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T12:19:44.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW DO YOU KNOW IT'S YOUR BAD WEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on saturday i:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell down a bus. (it was freaking raining.)&lt;br /&gt;sms-ed platoon to tell them new number but sms-ed wrong person &amp; got scolded by her/him. SOH EMBARRASSING.&lt;br /&gt;i wore slippers out of house &amp;amp; got scolded by dad. had to change to shoes. (it was freaking raining.)&lt;br /&gt;forced to take brelly by my dad (IT WAS RAINING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on sunday i:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised i forgot to bring my chinese file home to study&lt;br /&gt;lost my pen &amp; went around the whole house trying to find them. guess where i found them? under my ass.&lt;br /&gt;was about to start polishing boots when i realised that i didn't need boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on monday i:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got freaking chinese test.&lt;br /&gt;greeted at MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;got touched on the ----s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on tuesday i:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had timetable changed to weds. WHICH IS SO FREAKING LONG IT HAS LIKE 5 SUBJECTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on wednesday i:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had timetable changed to tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep during the australian mathematics competition. woke up at 1.45 and REALISED THAT I DIDN'T DO THE FREAKING 10 MARKS QUESTION!!!!!! (!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;wanted to meet afiqah after AMC but she freaking went around the whole school &amp; i missed her.&lt;br /&gt;went around the whole school with jiaying finding for afiqah &amp;amp; ms low &amp; met alot of people.&lt;br /&gt;we went out of the school gates, saw 2 very familliar people &amp;amp; started running after them. you know what, when we were about to -----, i said, "why are we running on the spot?" and we stopped running, -----ed, then pretended we were running after the freaking 132 which was blardy crowded.&lt;br /&gt;the 132 was blardy crowded and the freaking front door slammed into my face when it opened. perleash i was standing on the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today i:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;realised i didn't bring plastic container on the way to school. called audrey TWICE, she didn't answer. called jiaying, she answered, said she was leaving her HOUSE, but actually she was on the way to school. :///&lt;br /&gt;i ran to &amp; fro from class to canteen &amp;amp; bought a 30c container which is damn blardy expensive &amp; everyone was staring at this crazy sweaty red-faced woman. (I THREW THE FREAKING CONTAINER AWAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new phone died on me ): urghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;YES I GOT MY CLASS TEE &amp; ITS FREAKING BEE-YOO-TEE-FOOL. too bad i couldn't put eek on it. luckily i still have no. 9 LOL. &amp;amp; it's freaking LIME GREEN :D cool right cool right (nods head vigourously)&lt;br /&gt;zehra just reminded me that our part bottle's lime green xD&lt;br /&gt;fyi i'm in com lab now &amp; the principal is right in front of me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE (WAVES)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-6074237964230515667?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/6074237964230515667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=6074237964230515667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6074237964230515667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6074237964230515667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-do-you-know-its-your-bad-week-on.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-1977496611083558058</id><published>2007-07-18T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T17:46:54.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heehee&lt;br /&gt;updated :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'M GETTING A NEW PHONE!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a new phone&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a new phone&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a new phone&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a new phone&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a new phone&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a new phone&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a new phone&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a new phone&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a new phone&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a new phone&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a new phone&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a new phone&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a new phone&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a new phone&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting a new phone !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teeheehee&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAHAHA, you got tricked, loser :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-1977496611083558058?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1977496611083558058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=1977496611083558058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1977496611083558058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1977496611083558058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/07/heehee-updated-d-im-getting-new-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-282312364711874426</id><published>2007-07-14T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T12:43:23.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Where Would We Be Now - Good Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile, you laugh, I look away&lt;br /&gt;I sigh, you ask me why, I say&lt;br /&gt;It's okay and I am just feeling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hand on mine I hear the words&lt;br /&gt;If only love had found us first&lt;br /&gt;Our lives, they would be different, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stand and wait&lt;br /&gt;I am just a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would we be now, baby&lt;br /&gt;If we found each other first?&lt;br /&gt;Where would we be now, baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I must confess&lt;br /&gt;That I am a sinking ship&lt;br /&gt;And I'm anchored by the weight of my heart&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's filled with these feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I keep my true thoughts locked&lt;br /&gt;Beside my heart's black box&lt;br /&gt;And it won't be found, it won't survive&lt;br /&gt;Through the smoke or the wreckage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I crash and burn&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot of things to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would we be now, baby&lt;br /&gt;If we found each other first?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do now, darling&lt;br /&gt;If i said these simple words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait, I'll wait&lt;br /&gt;As long as you want&lt;br /&gt;Where would we be now, baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where would we be now, baby&lt;br /&gt;If we found each other first?&lt;br /&gt;What would you do now, darling&lt;br /&gt;If i said these simple words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait, I'll wait&lt;br /&gt;As long as you want&lt;br /&gt;Where would we be now baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait, I'll wait, I'll wait, I'll wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song's kinda not good lah, but it's nice. explains what i feel and what i've been trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;however long it'll take,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i'll wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I Love You, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-282312364711874426?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/282312364711874426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=282312364711874426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/282312364711874426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/282312364711874426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/07/where-would-we-be-now-good-charlotte-i.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-1543644038027217188</id><published>2007-07-13T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T12:25:30.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO PEEPETTES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IMT TODAY! &lt;/strong&gt;i shall declare i've fallen in love with shooting yo :D got this stupid migraine that simply refuses to go away. probably cus i've gotten really little sleep (compared to how long i usually sleep) these few days. i donnowhy lah, stress or something. although there's practically no homework since the holidays ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROD's in 7 days.&lt;/strong&gt; can't wait to see our new NCOs, but can't bear to leave staff&amp;sgt. today's "activity" and thursday's was really fun(ny) lah! omgomg. i wanna play that game again manzxzxss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 10 o clock news is over. GOD, i really wanna drop dead right here, so tired today. muscle aches, donnowhy, we never do anything PHYSICAL today (afiqah?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously broke now lah. i had $1.40 in my wallet just now, enough to just buy ice lemon tea form 711, which costs $1.30. stupid afiqah lah, don't lend me money. @*&amp;amp;#%&amp;amp;^%&amp;@&amp;amp;&amp;# lah! okay so fine, after i finished my drink, this stupid fugging headache came back to bug me again so i decided to go home first. butbutbut, i waited at clementi for that stupid bus until 3 freaking boon lay trains went past then it come. stupid, i could have waited with afiqah &amp;amp; janice &amp;amp; qiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'd better go get some sleep now. if not, monday i'll fall asleep right in front of you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'is this love?' i ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'forbidden love.' you answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'is it a crime?' i ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'it's not.' you say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;then why do You think it's a crime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;shoot me if you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i thank you really much for treating me like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i deserve it, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i can't believe i cried for you, just because i saw you crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i don't know why i did that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;when you don't appreciate a thing i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;BULLSHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let It Go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so Near yet so Far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-1543644038027217188?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1543644038027217188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=1543644038027217188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1543644038027217188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1543644038027217188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-peepettes-imt-today-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-8867624164177401045</id><published>2007-07-09T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T19:39:37.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO PEEPETTES (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah okay lah, update already lah. -pouts* 7 days only mah, 7 days never see my words will die one ah x) i reply my taggs first okayys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(janice) hello hello my name's EEK! ahhahahha. don't make me laugh again xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nadia) yes yes, we are grandmamas. the &lt;strong&gt;GRAND&lt;/strong&gt; mamas yo! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lijuan) [sorry, i nearly typed your name as julian. as in, the 'ju' and 'li' exchange. SORRY LAH(:] yes yes i know very funny, &amp; i very the keryewt, no need to say one :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(diyan) -hugggs* &amp;amp; yes yes we saw a &lt;strong&gt;NAKED&lt;/strong&gt; paul twohill. ahhahaha don't remind me of that day or else i'll start laughing non-stop again cus of you-donno-what ;) YESYES CHILD, (grandchild) UPDATED YO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(afiqah) my name's &lt;strong&gt;EEKY&lt;/strong&gt;, not &lt;strong&gt;YIKKY&lt;/strong&gt;. you remind me of primary school lor, my nick was TOOT TOOT TOOT TOOT, i shall not say :D &amp; i'm &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;crappy POT&lt;/strong&gt;, yo. (hey can rhyme!) i'm not as ROUND as a pot yah. oh whatever lah &amp;amp; my comp still spoil, i'm using my dadd's. HAHA HUMILIATING THOING. AHHHAHA HUMILIATING &lt;strong&gt;THONG&lt;/strong&gt;. HAHAHAHHAHA. oh my fricking gawd, i'm starting to laugh again %@$@^$#%$@%#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(siti) sittee! (as in sofa/couch :D) ahhahahahaha so farneeeeeee. OH MY &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; GOD &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;god&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;god&lt;/span&gt; god &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;god&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stewpid lah :// left my freaking thumbdrive in the damn comp lab. it contains:&lt;br /&gt;- the &lt;strong&gt;ONE &amp; ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; WEBSITE COPY FOR PBL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- PBL FINAL PRESENTATION!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- MY INDIVIDUAL REPORT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- ALL MY PRECIOUS PROJECTS!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- ALL MY PICTURES!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- ALL THE VERY VERY FREAKING IMPORTANT THINGS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it! i'm gonna call ms shervon to ask her keep for me. ARGH! freaking PBL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i feel so depressed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;nothing to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;all i can think of,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;is &lt;em&gt;YOU, YOU , YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i can't imagine what i'd do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;all day your face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;goes through my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;when i try to speak,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;your name comes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i think what i'd do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;is to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&amp;amp; Stop Loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's not for mouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-8867624164177401045?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/8867624164177401045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=8867624164177401045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8867624164177401045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8867624164177401045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-peepettes-okay-lah-okay-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-2479968343033333400</id><published>2007-07-09T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T17:38:05.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>choose only one from each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) coffee or tea?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tea. (i'm allergic to coffee xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) cold or hot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot weather. cool tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) exams or more homework?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS. (after exams can play!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) sleep or eat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP. (then i can dream!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) car crash or commit suicide?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;commit suicide using a car crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) tissue or toilet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tissue. cus i'm emoooo mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.) shopping or arcade?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoppppaang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.) basketball or netball?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what? no captains' ball?&lt;br /&gt;netball lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.) dog or cat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doggy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.) rain or sun?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.) korea or japan?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arigato.&lt;br /&gt;(got free air ticket?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.) boat or flight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flight. wheee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.) kit kat or ferrero rocher?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kit kat. (i hate nuts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.) chips or popcorn?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.) glow or shine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glow seems cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.) maths or science?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;science.&lt;br /&gt;audrey knows why(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.) swing or slide?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slide so childish lah. of cus swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.) pink or blue?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE FOR KELLER!&lt;br /&gt;keller da bombbb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.) umbrella or raincoat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;so romantic~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.) bikini or nothing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends on what i'm doing?&lt;br /&gt;like, when i swim i wear bikini lah, then wear nothing meh?&lt;br /&gt;then when i bathe i don't wear anything, who bathes with soap all over their bikini?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moohahaha. copyright wor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the following. They have to be real places, names, things. Nothing should be made up! Try to use different answers if the person in front of you had the same 1st initial. You can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your name? yik lam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous Artist/Band/Musician: lin &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;UZHONG! (YESYES TANG&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;UZHE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 letter word: YEAH(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vehicle: YELLOW honda (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City: yorkshire :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy Name: yuzhe xDDDDD. ( I DONNO LAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Name: yvonne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: yo-yo maker, yo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something you wear: yellow t-shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity: TANG&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;UZHE!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something found in a kitchen: yam (yuckks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for Being Late: yelled at by my mother, got delayed xD (not a good reason, but ORIGINAL mah. :DD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon Character: ???????!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not fun one lah, Y not so easy one! grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-2479968343033333400?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2479968343033333400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=2479968343033333400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2479968343033333400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2479968343033333400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/07/choose-only-one-from-each.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-9095746767033774249</id><published>2007-07-02T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T16:47:51.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO PEEPETTES (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's &lt;s&gt;moomoo&lt;/s&gt; milk run was FUNNNN like hell. audrey kept me entertained with smses during the 2nd half of the 4km journey when zi qi, jaclyn, janice, siti, sarvena &amp; jinwei abandoned me &amp;amp; yimin. hahaha so i was a kind soul and accompanied yimin (who had occasional leg cramps xD) throughout the 2nd half. &amp; we were so bored &amp;amp; since we knew we couldn't catch up with the others, we started taking pictures of the underneaths of the bridges we passed. OMG then suddenly one of the bridge had music/sounds/noisy noises coming out from the waters, then i was like so scared, then yimin that darling, she go climb over the railing, then i was like, "NO, YIMIN, DON'T CLIMB! LATER YOU FALL OVER HOW?" then a (stupid) guy who was running past, from st joseph or something, said, "also won't die right?" &lt;strong&gt;OH MY GOD SO EMBARRASSING LAH! &lt;/strong&gt;tsktsk. stupid yimin :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos let's talk about before the run instead. more funnn(ny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay reach there, blah blah, went to "roam" around the bazaar, thenthen we saw &lt;strong&gt;PAUL TWOHILL GETTING DUNKED! &lt;/strong&gt;how cool. his hair longer than mine xD &amp;&amp;amp; we saw jean danker getting dunked. well not getting dunked, cus they keep talking talking, delay until we impatient lahhh. hahaha i'll call her jean "dunker"! or jean "dunk her" MOOOHAHAHAH. okay lah whatever so me &amp; janice bought ben&amp;amp;jerrys, really ex but really de-lee-si-ous-ooo. &amp; poor poor jinwei nearly got lost lah, poor thing. we were so afraid cus really alotlotlot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yahhhh so while we were waiting for the run to start right, yimin wanted to take a pic of the back of &lt;strong&gt;my pretty pretty sexy part shirt&lt;/strong&gt;. then i wanted to ruin her photo, so i suddenly turn around lah, cus i thought she haven't take the photo, but ended up she took photo of my &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;boobs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LAH! &lt;strong&gt;OMFG. stupid wrong timing.&lt;/strong&gt; xDDDD then everyone was like laughing laughing at ME! grr. then we go use the stones and sand and leaves to build an "alpha castle" then siti go accidentally step on it. then janice was super angry, cus she already write alpha's castle (or something liddat) on a leaf and stuck it on top of the castle. then we had to go get ready for the run lah, then turned out it was a false alarm, so we went back to our "castle." then siti was guilty and wanted to help janice build another castle, so they build build, but in the end when we headed to the starting point for the run, someone else stepped on it. aiyah, don't build already lah, too small for alpha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes yes and something really farnayyy happened (hor, siti? ;)) &lt;em&gt;something &lt;/em&gt;happened &amp; that happened to tickle my funnybone and i started &lt;strong&gt;LAUGHING &amp;amp; LAUGHING &amp; LAUGHING &amp;amp; LAUGHING &amp; LAUGHING &amp;amp; LAUGHING &amp; LAUGHING NON-STOP!&lt;/strong&gt; really so embarrassing lah! i was laughing and laughing and everyone there (from crescent nc) were staring at me and asking me to breathe and wondering if i had asthma or something. then once i'd stopped, someone would go stare at me with this look and i would start laughing again. grrr. all my energy wasted on laughing lah! haiyo, no, i don't have asthma and i'm not crazy (: and siti's reaction was the funniest lah! she keep fanning me with her hands and asking me to breathe. OMG YOU ROCK SITI! hahahaha. &lt;strong&gt;moral of the story: don't make me laugh or else i'll never stop.&lt;/strong&gt; and siti keep repeating yimin's joke about the boy who wanted to be a fan :D yah yah so it was really funfunfun lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighhs, i'm even laughing when typing this lah! OMG SO FUNNY. yah yah then yimin go make funny faces at the cameragirl on the way, then she was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yimin: oh, will it appear on TV?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: yah yah maybe leh! then you'll be famous lah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yimin: they'll show 'some people like to run really fast.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;us: (pretended to run really fast)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yimin: 'some people like to take a casual stroll.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;us: (pretended to stroll and talk like tai-tais)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yimin: 'however, some people like to make funny faces!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;us: (made goofy faces at the pretend camera)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh my god it was so funny lah!!! then we suddenly started singing the dibo song xD and everyone was staring at us like we were small kiddos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ahh ahh then halfway during the run...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siti: we must show them crescent nc is the best!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me, yimin, sarvena, jinwei: okay!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;janice: huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siti: we show them crescent nc is the best.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;janice: what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: we must show them crescent nc is the best lah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;janice: orh orh, i thought she said CRESCENT NC NEEDS A REST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;MOOOHAHAHAHHAHHA! oh my goddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so many fun(ny) things to say lah, cannot type it out. oh my godddd. i keep laughing &amp; laughing mannzxzxzxzxzxsssss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yah yah just a random snitch of conversation on friday during lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;janice: (accidentally dropped her dust cover) ahhh!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: aiyah crumpled never mind one lah, mine crumpled like sai already.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;janice: no lah, i not scared crumpled lah. (went away to put her roti prata plate)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;audrey: sai is not crumpled lah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THANKS FOR THE GREAT DAY EVERYONE! I LOVE YOU ALL(: &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tata~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh, the overwhelming emotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-9095746767033774249?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/9095746767033774249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=9095746767033774249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/9095746767033774249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/9095746767033774249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-peepettes-yesterdays-moomoo-milk.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-7604628094665230368</id><published>2007-07-01T08:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T09:32:41.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO PEEPETTES (:&lt;br /&gt;back in action, haha. i'll reply my tags first. (since afiqah wants me to do so :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(drey) sorrayye lah, had to go bathe. cus had to sleep at 9 and wake up at 4.30. :DD sorry lah i talk again come come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nadia) YES, CAPTAINS' BALL &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;IS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; FOREVER THE LOVE(: i said that cus we played during CCA and it was still as fun as playing with you all, only playing with you all is funner. (is there such a word?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(afiqah) whatever lorh nobody even knows what i'm talking :// YOU AH, -shakes head** you even WORSEEEE. &amp;&amp;amp; you're not the only one who knows clumsy, womanzxzxzx. SOME PEOPLE OUT THERE IN MY CLASS know, tootie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(diyarn) actually, i asked afiqah to do that, cus it seemed COO-ELL. hahahaha. your blog got no answer lahh, woman. i can't find any answer? help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays. yah so friday was NCC DAY PARADE!!!!! cool. so, at 5.30, my dad brought me to school. once we reached the foyer, 3 taxis arrived at the same time. first was jiaying, then sindie, then i donnowho. okay then me &amp; jiaying went to put our things outside class, then we went to change lah, then we were taking our own sweet time, cus we thought still got lotsa time. so we talk talk talk change change change, then we went back to class quickly cus everyone was staring at us in our uniforms. -.- so then we put our things at our places then jiaying looked at the clock then saw it was 6.50!!!!! (!!!!!!!!!) then she was like OH MY GOD LOOK AT THE TIME! and everyone in class were staring at her? okay so we went downstairs and at the staircase there put on our berets. BUT, THE MOST HORRIBLEST THING HAPPENED TO ME! i realised that my hairnet was not in my beret. (!!!!!!!!) OH MY GODDD. so i ran ran back up to class (which is a LONGGG distance away, considering you're &lt;strong&gt;IN YOUR BOOTS AND A SUPER SHORT SKIRT&lt;/strong&gt;) yah so i barged into class asking "WHERE IS MY HAIR NET?" &amp;amp; sheena was like, "on your head lah." then i was like, "that's my bun, not hair net." and in the end i found my hair net in my bag. AHH, TIREDNESS. so i ran down again, and at the central staircase there i wanted to put on my beret but i was wasting too much time so i walked around the parade square instead of across it. OKAY WHATEVER. the parade was a SUCCESSSSSS (((: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;we're proud that you're proud of us!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOOS, the youth day celebrations was COO-ELL like hell cann?!?!?!?!?!!!!???!?! so funny. i liked the sir koh sing that song. ahh, same as yiyuan ((: and the last performance was so the eeyer disgusting cann? but very funny lah, me &amp; audrey laughed our asses off. maybe only i laughed, she didn't oh, wait, she did. A LOT. okay anywayys. that day was the most excitingest day in her life. cus of &lt;s&gt;you-know-what&lt;/s&gt; nobody-knows-what-except-mua. YES and that day i was so tired that when i came back, i sat on the chair, felt sleepy, read a storybook, went to bathe to wake myself up, came back and read a storybook, but the storybook was so dammit too boring, so i fell asleep. guess what time was it? not 8, not 9, not 10. &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS 6 O CLOCK. &lt;/strong&gt;guess what time did i wake up the next morning? not 6, not 7, not 8. &lt;strong&gt;9.30 AM. &lt;/strong&gt;you may say i'm obsessed with sleeping. that's the longest time i've slept since i was a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i had nightmaressss. and yesterday night/today morning also. BAD nightmares. so bad that this morning i even peed on my pants. like, how CHILDISH is that? but the nightmare was really too bad. sighhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILK RUN TODAYYE. meeting janice at clementi mrt (i think. janice how come you always not at home one??!?) then we going to reach outram park at 1.45 to meet jinwei to change to our part tee. this was what jinwei sent to me yesterday: "gd news milk runners. i gt ur sexy part shirts 4 tmr. and they're rly pretty. pls meet me at outram mrt station at 1.45 om as you need to change into your part shirt and eat lunch if you hv not. maam will meet us at 2.15. make sure theres no attire mistakes. wear ur pe short, bun hair etc -jinwei"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE! that's my platoonmate ;) oaky lahh, i shall go eat my &lt;s&gt;lunch&lt;/s&gt; breakfast now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll be back with a few quizzes.&lt;br /&gt;TATA&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-7604628094665230368?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7604628094665230368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=7604628094665230368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7604628094665230368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7604628094665230368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-peepettes-back-in-action-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-6495072115224394282</id><published>2007-06-26T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T17:17:36.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EHH NOT FAIR I CANNOT CHANGE URL ANYMORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;THE CHARACTER - IS NOT ALLOWED.&lt;br /&gt;LIKE NOT FAIR?!&lt;br /&gt;UGHH.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LET ME CHANGE MY URLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-6495072115224394282?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/6495072115224394282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=6495072115224394282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6495072115224394282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6495072115224394282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/ehh-not-fair-i-cannot-change-url.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-1905460447510680478</id><published>2007-06-26T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T15:30:34.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO PEEPETTES(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall reply mua taggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(simin) WIFEY!!! yah yah doesn't add up xD so weirrrrd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(pearly) i don't like javin although i think he was the best among THAT 4. but i still think guohao is the BOMBB. and shawn is out. nofe air ): life is not fair, or else ms vicky would be born fair. xDDD&lt;/p&gt;(buan) hello :D is your blog still under construction?? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(diyarn) hellooo dearrrr xD i love you tons too! &amp;&amp;amp;amp; i dreamt of ---- and your -- ;) i haven't told you lehhs. no time ah xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(drey) ya lah do 20. OMG i'm so the stewpid cann??! who wants newspaper articles, i can donate? i have 33 x) &amp; it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(janice) okay okay you can stop putting your link there, i will relink xD &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;&amp;&amp;amp; i did 26 newspaper clippings! haha like 1 for each platoonmate? hahaha. TT is TITANIC ;))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(jiamin) what jjs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(-) i don't like dibo in that way lah, womannnn. i was talking about someone else ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(afiqah) sorrayye i forgot to reply yours cus you haven't tagged in a while &amp;amp; your tags got pushed to the bottom :D ANYHOOS, you're even more obsessed than me lor. ERHEMMM. i can't tag you lor your blog so dead already xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, why shawn out??! someone explain this "da dao li" to me, it's too chim. SIGHHS.&lt;br /&gt;CAPTAIN'S BALL IS THE LOVE! so many memories~ sighhs. i wanna play again :D&lt;br /&gt;random.&lt;br /&gt;okays i'm kinda enjoying my new seating position in class cus i can talk to audrey better :D but no, we're not beside each other. well, we are, but our desks are separated by a big cruel space. sighhs. no fate no fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays lahh, i go do my things. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;FYI, my name is not yik lamb&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-1905460447510680478?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1905460447510680478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=1905460447510680478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1905460447510680478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1905460447510680478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-peepettes-i-shall-reply-mua-taggs.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-6414425032944366685</id><published>2007-06-22T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T19:19:18.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO PEEPETTES(:&lt;br /&gt;finally updating mannns. i can't wait for school to reopen x) don't ask me, cus i don't know why. (or maybe i do lah. -winkks*) anyways, somebody tell me we must do that jian bao from REAL newspaper or from zaobao.com??!!! if not waste my monayye buy newspaper mann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stewpid computer got stewpid virus mann. -smacks computer** urghh. now i have to secretly do all the things i wanna do :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally finished the *TOOT* PBL. sighhs. FINALLY cann?!!??! and i wanna finish all my homeworkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!! please send me an angel to help me finish my homework!!! i only left lit and chinese. and i'm left with one book review on which i'm gonna do vorpal blade, which i'm only one quarter through. i am seriously in trouble manzx. my mum wants me to finish ALL by today. whatthe--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lah, i shall go read my &lt;s&gt;bus guide&lt;/s&gt; vorpal blade.&lt;br /&gt;tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't know how, i don't know why, but i think i'm falling in love with &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;you're not really that attractive anyway.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-6414425032944366685?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/6414425032944366685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=6414425032944366685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6414425032944366685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6414425032944366685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-peepettes-finally-updating-mannns.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-6784522819389618249</id><published>2007-06-19T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T12:04:40.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 16TH, SGT DELIGHT ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a DELIGHT to us all :D get well soooooonnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am seriously losing my mind manzxzxzxzxssss. yesterday night i lost interest in campus superstar and went into my room to do homework, then do do do chat chat chat until 11+, then 11.35 went to bed. HOW STEWPID WAS I???!?!?!!?? campus superstar results started at 11.30 mannn. i TOTALLY forgot can!??!? stewpid or stewpid!!!?!?!?!?? (stewpid. LOL) AHHH, old already yeahhhhh. i'm really angry with myself for forgetting to see! i only remembered when i saw the MV for the by now. aiyahh, next time need to hire someone to remind me to watch xD but i know the results already lah, checked it out yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohymgodd i love guohao :DD he damn cute cann. and shawn x) okay i shall stop. (cus i love DIBO morrrreeee yeah :D) i have 21 newspaper clippings now, afiqah (: yesterday night i gong liao, say i only got 19. yes, and i was really gong, that explains why i forgot to watch (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for tomorrow to see my dearressttttts. mooohahaha. OH YAH yesterday activity was so fun so fun SO FUN cann!!!!?!!??? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;i liked the part of the butt xD&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oh my godd i really wish all the activities so fun manzxzss. but cannot slack lurrhhhh sighhs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah i realised wilson is in NCC!!! so cool manzxzxzxzxsssssss. :D last CSS it was yuyang in NCC. how COOL!!!! too bad lah, no girlsxzxzss. hahaha being uber hyper now, for no reason. okay lah nothing to say already, so i shall go surf on blogs. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-6784522819389618249?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/6784522819389618249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=6784522819389618249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6784522819389618249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6784522819389618249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-16th-sgt-delight-youre-delight-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-5825810309661484022</id><published>2007-06-15T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T12:14:29.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>credits to pearly and siminLEOW, the loves :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) who is the last person you held hands with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afiqah. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) if you were drafted into a war, would you survive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course lah! i NCC you know! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noise pollution + waste electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) have you ever drank milk straight out of the carton?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) have you ever won a spelling bee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) what is the longest fight you had with your friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with nad they all lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.) are you a fast typer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! according to typing terror in neopets, i am a GRAND MASTER &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;sergeant&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; okay??!!!?&lt;br /&gt;and i only play the games, not the uber lame battles x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.) are you scared of the dark?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.) would you ever try wasabi?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried before. it was GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.) who can you always turn to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.) when's the last time you chose a bath instead of a shower?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last life. maybe the life before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.) do you knock on wood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yes. i knock on the tiles on the wall too, wanna try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.) are you drinking anything right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;neh, unless you count saliva?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.) do you think you're attractive? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, cus i'm HOT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.) would you wish for world peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.) have you tried smoking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't smoke, unless you're on fire ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.) what do you want for your next birthday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a gray crumpler. (and for &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;to come back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.) do you know the muffin man?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.) do you talk in your sleep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SLEEPING, how would i know if i am TALKING right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.) have you ever flown a kite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.) do you talk a lot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURE I DO! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;i even have the honour of being the most talkative in the part.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.) when was the last time you went swimming and where?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erhm, the last swimming lesson, at delta complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.) do you consider yourself successful in cooking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;erhm, what about field cooking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.) how many people are on your contact list of your cell phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you go count lah, why ask me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.) have you ever jumped on a trampoline?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, not fun one :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.) plans for tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go changi airport. whee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.) what is your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yik. hahahaha. no lah. LOL. no wait, none of these are my middle name -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28.) missing someone right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. DIBO (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.) when's the last time you told someone you love them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erhm, i forgot. i think it was diyan. few days ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30.) have you ever attempted suicide?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO, I'M HERE. -waves**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31.) how're you feeling today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in love, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32.) have you ever tried to slash yourself?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, but someone else did, and she told me. -EHEM**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33.) have you ever been suspended or expelled from school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;NO WAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34.) what are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;monday &amp; thursday? hahaha. no, i'm looking forward to night, so i can dream of EHEMs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35.) do you know how to play a musical instrument?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guzheng, keyboard, recorder(??). yeah, and maybe an instrument called the voicebox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36.) do you consider yourself trustable?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure :D ask afiqah lah ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37.) have you eaten dog food?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna sue you for calling me a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38.) can you handle the truth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've handled it more times than i can count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39.) have you ever used the 'F***' word to anybody?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, recently. to afiqah and simin about someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40.) what 3 things do you always bring with yourself to places?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my body, my clothes, and my footwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41.) what are your plans for summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;go learn your science/geog lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42.) do you like or have a crush on someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-goes red** HOW'D YOU KNOW??! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;omg, her legs so HOTTT&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43.) do you often talk on the phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i personally prefer MSN :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44.) do you own credit cards?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plastic ones, the ones the example ones you know? yah that one. does it count? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45.) what was the longest period of time you talked on the phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2hr30min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46.) do you believe in love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SMILES** (OMG I'M TURNING RED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47.) is there something you want that you can't have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a crumplerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;and your love :D&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;48.) three things about the opposite sex that you notice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erhm, their eyes ears and HAIR, hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49.) how do you want your wedding to be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;donno. i'll think about it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50.) who did you last see other than your family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;51.) where is your cell phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my mother's handbag. (so poor thing right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52.) would you consider being in the show biz career?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, if that can make you love me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53.) what movie are you dying to watch now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gui ah gui ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;54.) favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;orange and black. (halloween :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;55.) last movie you watched?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to say until you people decide to do my test! -POUTS**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56.) what song are you currently listening to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dumdum advertisement song on the damn TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57.) what do you want?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58.) are you into blogging?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you trying to say you want me to leave now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;59.) coffee or tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;tea. bythway, can you make a cup for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60.) who was the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donno. i'm soliditary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61.) is it cute when a girl kisses you on your forehead?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's cute if you're a guy. but i'm not, so, sorrayye. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but if &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt; want to do it, then go ahead lah :DD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62.) what would you do if you receive a long love letter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;read it. DUH. i love reading :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63.) jeans or shorts?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeans when i'm out, shorts when i'm home. DO YOU HAVE TO ASK THIS???!?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64.) do you text message alot?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. but when afiqah's msgs come, you HAVE to text alot. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;65.) do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yes ((((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66.) steamboat or BBQ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, i have a steamboat machine (or whatever you call that) with a BBQ machine (whatever you call that) at the side. anybody?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67.) on a scale of 1-10 how much do girls confuse you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this test was supposed to be for a guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68.) tropica drinks, or Starbucks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erhm, i'm allergic to coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69.) who is your dream guy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TANGYUZHE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;70.) any last words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;bye, i love you all. yong bie le....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boyish-ness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own a jersey&lt;br /&gt;[x] you like being sweaty&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you love mud&lt;br /&gt;[x] you've played at least one sport on a team&lt;br /&gt;[x] you've played more than 1 sport for fun&lt;br /&gt;[x] you hate pink&lt;br /&gt;[x] you love hoodies and jeans&lt;br /&gt;[x] pranks are fun&lt;br /&gt;[x] dogs are better than cats&lt;br /&gt;[ ] its funny when people get hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;total = 7&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] shopping is torture&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pulling heads off dolls isn't creepy, its fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you dont cry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sad movies suck&lt;br /&gt;[x] girl drama is stupid&lt;br /&gt;[x] painting your nails is weird&lt;br /&gt;[x] you own a ps2&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own an xbox&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own a gamecube&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like to watch porn&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like sexy girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total = 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you used to be obsessed with power rangers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you watch sports center&lt;br /&gt;[x] you watch sports on tv sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[x] gorey movies are the best!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you arent scared of anything&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you take part in "male stuffs"&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you only go to your dad for advice&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own like a trillion baseball caps&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you're not sensitive&lt;br /&gt;[x]no pain no gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total = 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like going to football games&lt;br /&gt;[ ] night games rock&lt;br /&gt;[x] spiders and bugs are cool&lt;br /&gt;[x]you like to freak out your sister or brother&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you used to or do collect basketball cards&lt;br /&gt;[x] saggy pants are cool&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you get sports illustrated/other sports/guy magazine&lt;br /&gt;[x] fire is cool&lt;br /&gt;[x] you don't babysit&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you're immature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Total = 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] its kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people&lt;br /&gt;[x] green, black, red or blue or silver are your favorite colors&lt;br /&gt;[x] romantic comedies are boring&lt;br /&gt;[x] you hate dressing up sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you dont care about your hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] you love to go crazy and not care what people think&lt;br /&gt;[x] climbing is fun&lt;br /&gt;[x] contact sports like football are fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;total = 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add the numbers up x2 and re-post with your score as:"I'm __% boyish"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girlish-ness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you wear lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;[x] you shop&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you wear eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you buy different colored shirts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you wear halters and tube tops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you dont like shopping at hot topic&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you wear the color pink&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you consider cheerleading a sport&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you hate wearing the color black&lt;br /&gt;[x] you love hanging at the mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like getting manicures and/orpedicures&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you wear jewelery&lt;br /&gt;[ ] skirts are a part of your wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you take a long time doing your hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] shopping is one of your favorite hobbies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;total: 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you hate the movie star wars&lt;br /&gt;[x] you cry in movies&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you are/were in cheerleading, gymnastics, or dance&lt;br /&gt;[ ] it takes you more than 1/2 hour to get dressed and put on other accesories&lt;br /&gt;[x] you smile a lot more than you should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add them up, multiply them by 5, and post as"i am __% girlish"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am 48% boyish&lt;br /&gt;i am 30% girlish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this equal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-5825810309661484022?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/5825810309661484022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=5825810309661484022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/5825810309661484022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/5825810309661484022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/credits-to-pearly-and-siminleow-loves-d.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-3573469611970372835</id><published>2007-06-14T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T17:18:59.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:D i totally do not know why i am here, so i shall talk my own gibberish (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big bird said, "these are soon-to-be cookies for my grannybird!"&lt;br /&gt;how cute is that :D and the grannybird hugged him! so cute! ahhh~ i want a hug too, big bird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, sorrayye afiqah, i "accidentally" used the money that was supposed to buy your present to buy a present for myself :D haha, nehmind i still have enough teehee (: only i have to find a cheaper present for you hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's NC soCOOL (: haha that leaf. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;and those legs! hothothot&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and the basketball court :D hahahaha. i can't stop laughing when i think about what i shouted during the yang tinggi. that was so idiotikeh :/ i hope zehra will be available the next one, so i can time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went jurong point, met janice in the bus, how cool is that? :D hahaha. never shopped so much for a long time (: i found a prezzie for &lt;em&gt;herrrr&lt;/em&gt; but couldn't find any for afiqah :( sorraye babeh. it's hard to find something purple/pink :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i have to go now :D sleepy already. goodnitez &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-3573469611970372835?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3573469611970372835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=3573469611970372835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3573469611970372835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3573469611970372835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/d-i-totally-do-not-know-why-i-am-here.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-8768229071626958138</id><published>2007-06-12T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:50:42.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorraye, forgot to say something :D this post shall be in purple and pink for afiqah haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY 13TH, AFIQAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you okay. hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you've been there for me, always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we share our problems, and help each other solve them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;although we make each other angry sometimes, we know it's just a joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we understand each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we LOVE each other :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we like the same things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we share secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we never (and hope we will not) betray each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha, and we shall sit beside each other and watch the eagle soar! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS FOREVER OKAY, BABE!&lt;br /&gt;you're a TEEN now, so be happy yah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-8768229071626958138?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/8768229071626958138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=8768229071626958138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8768229071626958138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8768229071626958138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/sorraye-forgot-to-say-something-d-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-8906762791939058859</id><published>2007-06-12T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T16:12:58.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO PEEPS ((:&lt;br /&gt;replies for the tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amrita: :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD thanks, see you soon! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afiqah: ehh, you're not supposed to say you know okay, wait people bombard you with questions then you know ah xD and you're not supposed to say, wait i KILL you :D and since you prefer PEARL ah, then go EC her lah MOOOOOOOOOOHAHAHAHHA. (ehh, i thought your comp spoil???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diyan: show me the bruise on your leg okay? see what a masterpiece i created haha. and i miss everyone too. AND i'm sick too. fever AGAIN. like whatthe, less than 1 month fever again ): hope i can make it on thursday hurr :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zhixin: (((: thanks haha. what's your blog ah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-8906762791939058859?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/8906762791939058859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=8906762791939058859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8906762791939058859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8906762791939058859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-peeps-replies-for-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-2866466439215267649</id><published>2007-06-10T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:26:07.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall reply my tags, they're overflowing ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afiqah: sorrayyye lah Dx but if you broke diyan's other leg then she would have to step on both my legs and i would die. :D ohwells nehmind whatever yah and i totally agree you don't have a sense of balancing. i'll add that to my collection of what senses you don't have. and i loved simple plan since i was p5 lor, please! and i never go dating lor, go with who? :DDD ---- ah? hahahaha. jkjk. don't talk about dibo please so childish -POUTS**.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diyan: yah, and you were crying and laughing at the same time hahaha. and afiqah was not worried at all lor, not like me and qiao yi and sherry. :D now you know who're your friends huh? haha jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yimin: :D tatatata. (get what i mean?) hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and people please don't listen to afiqah cus i &lt;strong&gt;DON'T &lt;/strong&gt;go on dates (: i went shoppang haha.&lt;br /&gt;okay i shall go watch tv now. TOODLES ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, wait, maybe i shall do that funfun test on afiqah's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) what is your name spelt backwards?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malkiy? (that's weird. milky ((: hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) where do you live? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, west coast. clementi mrt (xDDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) describe yourself in four words.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a crazy woman. (hahahahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) who's your worst enemy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erhm, i shall not say :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) if you could have any animal for a pet, what would you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;a mouse.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a doggaye. or a hamster (((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) what is the latest you've ever stayed up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urhm, until 4.30. (woke up at 5 though. how stewpid is that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.) ever been to belgium?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. anyhoo, what has that got to do with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.) what is your favourite coin?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10cents. so i can call for HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.) fetishes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHAN'T SAY! (it's eeyer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.) if you could get away with it and murder anyone, who and for what reason?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.) person you wish you could be with right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.) what/who is next to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the mouse. (the COMPUTER mouse, people!) &amp; books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.) what do you want done with your body when you die?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cremation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.) do you believe in love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.) do you believe in soulmates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.) do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.) do you believe in Heaven?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.) do you believe in forgiveness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yeah. diyan forgave me, remember? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(what's with all these believing things? :///)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.) do you believe in God?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.) what's something that you wish people would understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.) what's something you wish you could understand better?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my own feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.) what is one thing you want to make happen tomorrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NCC!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay that's all ;D&lt;br /&gt;tatasauce&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-2866466439215267649?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2866466439215267649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=2866466439215267649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2866466439215267649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2866466439215267649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-shall-reply-my-tags-theyre.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-7036108432706846939</id><published>2007-06-09T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:27:11.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i did this a nong nong time ago, forgot to post it. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="How much am I worth?" href="http://www.humanforsale.com"&gt;I am worth $1,205,130 on HumanForSale.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="How much are you worth?" href="http://www.humanforsale.com"&gt;How much are you worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am worth $135,000 because i am a girl (what lameness)&lt;br /&gt;i am worth $50,000 because i am 13 years old&lt;br /&gt;i am worth $130,000 because i am asian (whatthe-)&lt;br /&gt;i am worth $0 because I AM TOO SHORT???!!!! (&amp;*#%*^&amp;amp;$^)&lt;br /&gt;i am worth $55,000 because i weigh 110lbs.&lt;br /&gt;i am worth $5,000 because my hair is black (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;i am worth $1,000 because my eyes are brown&lt;br /&gt;i am worth $ 5,000 because i am right handed&lt;br /&gt;i am worth $15,000 because i am a little hairy (eeyer)&lt;br /&gt;i am worth $0 because my feet are too small (WHAT???!!!)&lt;br /&gt;i am worth $0 because i am not bald&lt;br /&gt;i am worth $0 because i have good eyesight&lt;br /&gt;i am worth $0 because my ****s are too small???! (disgusting!)&lt;br /&gt;i am worth $5,000 because i don't have any cavities&lt;br /&gt;i am worth $25,000 because my athletic ability is average&lt;br /&gt;i am worth $25,000 because my attractiveness is below average (i just wanted to be honest. this is the result ;D)&lt;br /&gt;and i shall not go on anymore. it's too boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-7036108432706846939?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7036108432706846939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=7036108432706846939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7036108432706846939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7036108432706846939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-did-this-nong-nong-time-ago-forgot-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-7554642789439296855</id><published>2007-06-08T16:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T17:07:57.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you can not care about this. got from simin's bloggaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) what is your phone brand?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samsung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) what is the last 3 digits of your mobile phone number?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;928&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) what does the 2nd message in your inbox say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dx pfft :/ wokayh." (afiqah)&lt;br /&gt;sorraye i couldn't make it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) who is the first person who comes up under the letter M?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, mail retrieval. oh, that's not a person. the first person is melizaTAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) who was the last person you rang?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urrhm, it was a long time ago, i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) who was your last missed call from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afiqah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.) who is the 2nd person who comes up under D?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESMOND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.) what does the 3 oldest messages in your inbox say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oldest: "this is tess. has anyone borrowed my beret last camp and haven't returned it to me? pls reply! this is urgent." (tess -- the day before photo taking :D)&lt;br /&gt;2nd oldest: "are we having e total defence test tmr?" (jiaying)&lt;br /&gt;3rd oldest: "where is my watch? =Atikah" (atikah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.) who comes up under J?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;% jaclyn&lt;br /&gt;% janice&lt;br /&gt;% jeslyn&lt;br /&gt;% jiamin&lt;br /&gt;% jiaying&lt;br /&gt;% jiayi (6A)&lt;br /&gt;% jiayi&lt;br /&gt;% jinwei&lt;br /&gt;% joey&lt;br /&gt;% june ah yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.) go to your sent items - what does the 10th message say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so you thursday can anot?" (to audrey, regarding pbl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.) who is the 4th person who comes up under S?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sharmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.) who is your network provider?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starhub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.) how many messages are currently in your inbox?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.) what do you have as your background?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture of NYC. from storybook xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.) who is the 2nd person who comes up under R?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum's friend rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.) who do you have on speed dial 3?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.) if you are on Pay as you Go, how much credit do you have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erhhm, what on earth is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.) who is the first person who comes up under C?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charmaine (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.) how many bars of signal do you currently have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.) what do you have as your main ringtone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-7554642789439296855?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7554642789439296855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=7554642789439296855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7554642789439296855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7554642789439296855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-can-not-care-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-6414789181496402433</id><published>2007-06-08T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T18:31:16.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>audrey: no more.&lt;br /&gt;afiqah: it's ------ lah. :D no maybe not. ---- also can :D whatever. and i love you too.&lt;br /&gt;eva: i love these tests (((:&lt;br /&gt;diyan: hahaha. we missed a hug. and we got a &lt;s&gt;lamer&lt;/s&gt; broken leggy instead. i dreamed of you yesterday you know (:&lt;br /&gt;yimin: MINNIE? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;shin: yah, nice to know what my name could have been. :D and nice to know how shy i am and how LOUD but KIND :DDD hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i took bus to school, then i thought i would be late, cus i said meet afiqah at 12.45. and i was 10 minutes late. then i went past 1c2 to see if they were inside. they were not. so i went to canteen, was the only one from alpha there, so i quickly sms afiqah, but she didn't reply. so i abandoned my bag there and go to 1c2. then at the rotunda there i heard chattering voices. ohho, it was afiqah, diyan and qiao yi. they saw me, they ran back to 1c2. then diyan and qiao yi locked afiqah outside :D yah, and MUA. then they opened the door and threw afiqah's bag out and tried to block her from going into the class. then finally we went in lah, and waited for them to change socks blah blah. then we went downstairs. i saw audrey dear :D haha then diyan and qiao yi they all took my bag and ran to the toilet to rape it. and THEY STOLE MY SWEETS. hmph. they looklookseesee enough, finally return me, but my privacy had been invaded ): then we went to play at see-saw. and diyan keep standing up suddenly and making my ass fall to the ground heavily. so i keep doing her back lah. then suddenly when diyan and qiao yi talk very engrossed, i stood up and ran away. BOOM diyan's butt went onto the ground. and she hurt her leg. aww, poor thang. then we have to like, help her everywhere she go. so me and afiqah held hands and pretended to limp along with diyan. cus qiao yi said, "one for all, all for one, so diyan limp, we all must limp." so we all held hands and limped in a row. :DDD then diyan keep heading to the toilet (EHEM) so me and qiao yi started playing with the lights. then qiao yi started being uber hyper and started quoting me. cus i said, "let there be light!" and i switched on the lights. then when we sit down outside the toilet in the shade, qiao yi started hopping around in and out of the sun and saying, "let qiao yi's shadow be there! let qiao yi's shadow be not there!" moohahaha. then she started rearranging the words in "let there be light!" to "let light be there!" and "let be there light!" etc etc. then we went back to the canteen, and qiao yi took a foolscap paper and started writing down all the phrases she rearranged. then diyan snatched the paper and wrote: "let &lt;strong&gt;THE &lt;/strong&gt;light be there!" so qiao yi tore out a page from the part notebook and started writing again. diyan tried snatching again lah, and the paper tore into two. (diyan got the smaller piece, ha.) then qiao yi got another piece and started writing all over again. this time i snatched it away. (AND I GOT THE BIGGER PIECE! YAY.) hahaha. qiao yi was so angry cus we crumpled her foolscap paper. then qiao yi wanted me to test her shoe lace. so i pulled afiqah's first, then qiao yi said, "ahh! i read my compo for you to hear okay!" then she ran away. i thought what compo. then she came back reading her whole list of "let there be light"s. i keep running away from her. afiqah also. but she still keep on reading. until it was time to fall in. then nc started, blah blah, shall not blog too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after nc me, sabrina, siti, sindie, yimin and atikah went to mobil. ate ate ate. drank drank drank. and hanisah tried taking my twisties. actually, she took alot. then me and sabrina went to mrt station to meet janice, jiaying, afiqah, xinglin, qiao yi and hanisah. eat eat until 7.30 then went home. okay. nothing much to say :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah, i do have something to say!&lt;br /&gt;i love dibo! (the dragon!)&lt;br /&gt;haha, i mean the PURPLE and PINK (EHEM) dragon.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. okay. toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, i shall post the whole list of "let there be light!"s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let there be light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let there light be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let light be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let light there be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let be light there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let be there light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there let be light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there let light be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there be light let&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there be let light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there light be let&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there light let be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be light there let&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be light let there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be there let light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be there light let&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be let light there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;be let there light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;light there let be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;light there be let&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;light be let there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;light be there let&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;light let there be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;light let be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahaha. ((((: you should've been there. hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-6414789181496402433?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/6414789181496402433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=6414789181496402433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6414789181496402433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6414789181496402433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/audrey-no-more.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-7091215618001644109</id><published>2007-06-06T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T21:26:49.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE DOING THESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dbd7d2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your EQ is 100&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eceae6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/emotions.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 or less: Thanks for answering honestly. Now get yourself a shrink, quick!&lt;br /&gt;51-70: When it comes to understanding human emotions, you'd have better luck understanding Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;71-90: You've got more emotional intelligence than the average frat boy. Barely.&lt;br /&gt;91-110: You're average. It's easy to predict how you'll react to things. But anyone could have guessed that.&lt;br /&gt;111-130: You usually have it going on emotionally, but roadblocks tend to land you on your butt.&lt;br /&gt;131-150: You are remarkable when it comes to relating with others. Only the biggest losers get under your skin.&lt;br /&gt;150+: Two possibilities - you've either out "Dr. Phil-ed" Dr. Phil... or you're a dirty liar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoureqquiz/"&gt;What's Your EQ (Emotional Intelligence Quotient)?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what's this mean? i'm not emo? hmmms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Observation Skills Get A C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howobservantareyouquiz/observant-c.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to notice the big things in life...&lt;br /&gt;But the details aren't exactly your forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howobservantareyouquiz/"&gt;How Observant Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;aiyah, i only care about bus numbers, not this kinda thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;&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;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Get Enough Sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyougetenoughsleepquiz/sleep-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although sometimes it make not feel like it on Monday morning...&lt;br /&gt;You are getting enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Want to sleep better? Try wearing socks to bed and turning your clock to where you can't see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyougetenoughsleepquiz/"&gt;Do You Get Enough Sleep?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;maybe i'll try that :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ade9ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Yik Lam Means&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#d1f3ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y is for Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K is for Kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is for Loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for Arty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M is for Moral&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyournamemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Name Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'M LOUD????????????? well, i guess i am :D&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;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 44% Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/happy-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're definitely a happy person, even though you have your down moments.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get the most out of life, though there's always some more happiness to be squeezed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Happy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i KNEW i wasn't happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Cameo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolororangeareyouquiz/cameo.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are understanding and very empathetic.&lt;br /&gt;You don't tend to have acquaintances. Everyone is your friend.&lt;br /&gt;And all of your friends tend to be friends. You have a knack for bringing very different people together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolororangeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Orange Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yay, everyone's my friend. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you get that??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I GOT SAME AS AUDREY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee5de;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#fff5ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are calm and rational.&lt;br /&gt;You are also giving and kind - a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy going and trusting.&lt;br /&gt;However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahahaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b6b6c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Outrageous Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/outrageousnamegenerator/shocked.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sharon Needles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/outrageousnamegenerator/"&gt;Outrageous Name Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hi, you can call me sharon. leave out the needles part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: January 11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual and thoughtful, you tend to take a step back from the world.&lt;br /&gt;You're very sensitive to what's going on around you, yet you remain calm.&lt;br /&gt;Although you are brilliant, it may take you a while to find your niche.&lt;br /&gt;Your creativity is supreme, but it sometimes makes it hard for you to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your inner peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You get stuck in the clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Emerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ohCOOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Can Make 58% of Your Crushes Fall in Love With You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/canyoumakeanyonefallinlovewithyouquiz/love-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You certainly have this dating thing down - and you know how to charm most people.&lt;br /&gt;And when your charm seems broken, just think back to what has worked in the past.&lt;br /&gt;You have the tools to make almost anyone fall in love with you - you just have to put them into action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/canyoumakeanyonefallinlovewithyouquiz/"&gt;Can You Make Anyone Fall in Love With You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;THIS IS THE COOLEST!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Vampire Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/vampirenamegenerator/girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opal of Persia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/vampirenamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Vampire Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't look like THAT. pouts*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&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;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Super Spicy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/spicy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little bit crazy, a little bit naughty, and a whole lot of sexy.&lt;br /&gt;You go beyond hot - you set people's senses on fire!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/"&gt;Are You Hot?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that's not true people. don't listen to that girl up there ^^^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 36% Shy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howshyareyouquiz/shy-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are slightly shy, but overall, your reactions to social situations are normal.&lt;br /&gt;You dread difficult social situations, but you still handle them with grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howshyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Shy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;better than audrey :D&lt;/div&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;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cddeff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Porn Star Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/pornstarnamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J-ho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pornstarnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Porn Star Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this sounds uber wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Dare Devil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdaringareyouquiz/dare-devil.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, life is one big dare.&lt;br /&gt;And you're all in for any adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Others find you exciting, inspiring, and a bit intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;You're biggest challenge at this point is trying to top yourself! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdaringareyouquiz/"&gt;How Daring Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;moohaha, this explains, afiqah! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay, i'm getting bored. this shall end NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-7091215618001644109?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7091215618001644109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=7091215618001644109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7091215618001644109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7091215618001644109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-doing-these.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-5215590240978770075</id><published>2007-06-06T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T20:17:24.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my new-week resolution: to reply all my tags in my posts. (or else my taggy will explode)&lt;br /&gt;OH YAY, audrey is online :D missed her so much. AND why netball practice is wed, fri and sat??? cannot do all through wed to sat meh? then i can see purlay. ): i miss everyone.... sighhs. anybody anymore quizzes/surveys for me to do? i enjoy doing them (: so exciting, hahaha. i've finished 3 newspaper cuttings. still got alot though.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly don't know what to say. afiqah &amp; diyan please get your TOOT TOOT TOOTssss online? or simin?? sighs, so bored. too bad i've already finished polishing my boots. i shall go change my url.&lt;br /&gt;this shall end here. don't reply after the BEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BEEP*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tried to look on the bright side of life, but there was no bright side, except for the sun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-5215590240978770075?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/5215590240978770075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=5215590240978770075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/5215590240978770075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/5215590240978770075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-new-week-resolution-to-reply-all-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-9115064284886111545</id><published>2007-06-05T15:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:31:58.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got this from pearly's blog. today shall be quiz day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name 12 people randomly:&lt;br /&gt;1# audrey&lt;br /&gt;2# pearly&lt;br /&gt;3# simin&lt;br /&gt;4# afiqah&lt;br /&gt;5# diyan&lt;br /&gt;6# janice&lt;br /&gt;7# yimin&lt;br /&gt;8# zehra&lt;br /&gt;9# justina&lt;br /&gt;10# thenghui&lt;br /&gt;11# eva&lt;br /&gt;12# li juan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) what if no. 7 falls in love with you? (yimin)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, that's perfectly fine! but, i wouldn't wanna snatch her from her EHEMs. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) what if no. 1 say out your crush? (audrey)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah, she won't. she's the best secret keeper i've ever met (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) what if no. 3 kissed you on the cheeks? (simin)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! woman &amp; wife can kiss each other. i will kiss her back :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) what would you do if no. 9 asked you to be his/her stead? (justina)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG justina won't do that, she'll ask someone else. EHEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) what would you do if no. 12 backstab you? (li juan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;she very guai, won't do that. but if she DOES, i'll gouge out her eyes, flatten her nose, pull out all her teeth and pull her mouth until it out of shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) what would you do if no. 2 loves you? (pearly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;she already does, and i love her back (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.) what would you do if no. 11 is your secret admirer? (eva)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ahh, that's good. but she already admires someone else :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.) what would you do if no. 10 killed your parents? (thenghui)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;THAT'S BADD, theng! i would kill HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.) what would you do if no. 6 asked you out for a date? (janice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;we go on dates every time. eating, drinking, ncc-ing and yeah, also making the bus come (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.) what would you do if no. 8 stole your boyfriend? (zehra)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no lah, i don't have boyfriend. i have lotsa girlfriends, you want? anyway SHE has her OWN boyfriend (: ME! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.) what would you do if no. 4 wanted to cha-cha with you? (afiqah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohho, she seems like someone who would want to! i would ask her go cha-cha with her EHEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.) what would you do if no. 5 destroys your day? (diyan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;she already did yesterday by accidentally telling sherry EHEM.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she won't, she'll make my day better, infact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.) tag 5 people to do this quiz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;too lazy.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;i dowan be sabo-er (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe, i'd been wanting to do this for a very long time :D&lt;br /&gt;today shall be QUIZ-DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got from simin's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you name 5 of your friends that are important to you? ONLY FIVE! don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all the 5 people. this is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first. no cheating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1# audrey&lt;br /&gt;2# pearly&lt;br /&gt;3# afiqah&lt;br /&gt;4# diyan&lt;br /&gt;5# simin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how did you meet 1? (audrey)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on first day of secondary 1, when we were brought on the school tour. i asked her what reg. no she was, cus that time we were supposed to partner the reg. no before/after us. she was 3 no.s after me, unluckily. but we still walked together (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what would you do if you never met 1? (audrey)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, i would not be called patweek and she would not be called spongebwob :D and we would not play HUNGMUN and i will not realise that her cousin was my ex-classmate IAN THAN THE RAMBUTAN. and yeah, i would not have such a good friend like her (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what would you do if 2 &amp;amp; 3 dated? (pearly &amp; afiqah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;wahhlao. i almost change no. 4 with no. 2 (cus they're ALREADY dating :DDD) anyway they don't even like KNOW each other. i bet both of them'd rather date MUA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever seen 4 cry? (diyan)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe? but she said she wasn't crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you think 2 is cute? (pearly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how did you get to know 3? (afiqah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ONE-AND-ONLY-LOVE----NCC! and cus her class is just next door (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would you ever do on a date with 5? (simin)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! sure of course lah! and i've already been on many dates with dearest wife. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what would you do if 4 confessed he/she loves you? (diyan)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erh, i would love her back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fact about 1 (audrey)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, she's cute? :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who is 4 going out with? (diyan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AFIQAH! duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who is 5 to you? (simin)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wife. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would you ever live with 2? (pearly)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahppp! sure i will!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is 2 single? (pearly)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no lorh, she's with me. maybe not. she's with justina. AH, NO! she's with jiaqi! whatever lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what do you think of 3? (afiqah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's a girl from shuqun primary &amp;amp; crescent girls from 1g3 reg no 22 and creznc nominal role no. 9. and she likes purple and pink. and me and diyan. and EHEM. yep, she's a crazy one. and also cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's the best thing about 5? (simin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;she's cute &amp; cuddly. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favourite memory with 1 (audrey) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kindly see the may 18 post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;give facts about 1, 3 and 4 (audrey, afiqah &amp;amp; diyan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1: she's farnaye, cute and she's MY SPONGEBWOB! she's a good joke-teller.&lt;br /&gt;3: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;she's a good love-expresser.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she's cute and farnay and clever. but playful :D and she's a darling.&lt;br /&gt;4: she's emo like me (: she's farnayyyye :D (exposed? no, i don't feel exposed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, that shall be all. toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-9115064284886111545?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/9115064284886111545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=9115064284886111545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/9115064284886111545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/9115064284886111545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/got-this-from-pearlys-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-8748831716949877759</id><published>2007-06-05T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T16:28:47.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got this from janice's blog, she asked MUA to do it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) grab the book nearest to you and turn to page 18, line 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"2005, 358, 100%, 100%, 95.8%, 100%."&lt;br /&gt;wuts that? oh i'm looking at the yearbook. o-levels results! :D i shall go find a storybook. (:&lt;br /&gt;"alice peel has left her desk on impulse and walked out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that's better than maths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) stretch your left arm out as far as you can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urm, my comp screen? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) what was the last thing you watched on tv?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh, CATDOG?! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) without looking, guess what the time is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.15pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) now look at the clock. what is the actual time?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.14pm -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) with the exception of the computer, what sounds can you hear? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, "what i've done" blasting out from my brother's speakers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.) when did you last step outside?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err, yesterday at 1.40pm, to go for nc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.) before you started this survey, what did you look at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.- JANICE'S BLOG, DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.) what are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, my clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.) did you dream last night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! about 2006e!!!! &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.) when did you last laugh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;yesterday when specs did the banana thingo.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;when me and janice recalled what happened yesterday, about jiaying's name. about 5-8 mins ago. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.) what is on the walls of the room you're in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;erm, paint? lights? light switch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.) seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;YAH! xubin getting eliminated! )):&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  ah room censored/old man and char kway teow/ah lian and ah beng/gorilla and banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.) what do you think of this quiz?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, it's farnayye? it's outta point. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.) what is the last film you've watched?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;erm, what's a film?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; really, i don't know what's a film. i shall list all the shows of different catergories. CATDOG? DEATH NOTE 2? the 9 o'clock show on channel 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.) if you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a bungalow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.) tell me something about you that i don't know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa, i hate you? no lah, i always emo. (that explains my skin right? xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.) if you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ehhhh, i don't know. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;same-gender marriage?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; i mean, i'll change the AHHA under-18 can drive! or whatever you call that. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.) do you like to dance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, especially not the banana dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.) George W. Bush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;has white hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.) imagine your first child is a girl. what would you call her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;audrey? hahahaha. no lah, actually i also dunno :D of cus something good lah (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.) imagine your first child is a boy. what would you call him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I DON'T KNOW!!! it's still a long time later okay. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.) would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.) what would you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you shouldn't be here so early. now shoo off to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.) 4 people who must do this in their blogs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1# pearly&lt;br /&gt;2# afiqah&lt;br /&gt;3# diyan&lt;br /&gt;4# simin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-8748831716949877759?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/8748831716949877759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=8748831716949877759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8748831716949877759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/8748831716949877759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/got-this-from-janices-blog-she-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-3919964274183790773</id><published>2007-06-05T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T12:13:55.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO &lt;s&gt;PEEPS&lt;/s&gt; PEEPETTES (:&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored today. yah and like FINALLY i know how to do the crossout thingo lor. i checked out my template :D&lt;br /&gt;yimin, your taste is not good (: no offence, cus my taste is better (((: yah, cus you-know-why :D enjoy your day with ------ though (:&lt;br /&gt;i miss s1 ): wahhlao liddat short short holiday also miss, then december holiday i die lah x) sighhs. getting old. shouldn't listen to me nagginess anymore, or else you'll get old too (:&lt;br /&gt;nc is getting funner by the activity. can't wait for thursday :D GOT PT! yayyyy (: so long no pt liao, must train up on arms. punch punch :D friday meeting audrey &amp;amp; jeslyn to do PBL. &lt;s&gt;lau mai kai, if you're reading this, please reply IMMEDIATELY whether you going anot k, cus we're all waiting for YOU.&lt;/s&gt; okays, shall not nag anymore. BYEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-3919964274183790773?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3919964274183790773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=3919964274183790773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3919964274183790773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3919964274183790773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-peeps-peepettes-im-so-bored-today.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-4166926543282913147</id><published>2007-06-02T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:10:05.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wahhlao, is it PREDESTINED???? ugh, now my profile and welcome note are permanently stuck purplish pink! ughhhhh. eww. tsk, but this skin is so nice (: matches my (and diyan's) personality. hehes.&lt;br /&gt;i love my blog now, except for the purplish-pink part.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;i should've kept my mouth shut at the purplish-pink part of the scolding. :/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sighs. just bear with it people. (: and thanks huien for helping (: i will credit you too (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hohoho. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(christmas is over, girl. yeah, right.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm happy. i finally revealed the truth. x)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;still loving you. you may not know, but i am (: can you please, please love me back? &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee~ i love my skin. i mean, my blogskin x) hohoho. i mean, hahaha. AHH, I LOVE SIMIN! she soCOOL. haha. a million trillion gazillion thanks for helping me! i love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;please, this is torture. i need you. mend my heart. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;i miss you uberber much. you can scold me all you want, i don't mind. just, please. love me &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, my leg is aching. limping around the house ):&lt;br /&gt;oh, did i mention??? i'm so happy. i got 5th in class ((((((: moohaha. hehehe. but only midyrs lor, not end-of-year yet. sighhhhhs.&lt;br /&gt;ohwells, happy sunday. its midnight while i'm typing(: hoho. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(no christmas, girl.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeah, HA-HA-HA&lt;br /&gt;ohwells. goodnites! maybe, good morning!&lt;br /&gt;happy fathers' day! hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-4166926543282913147?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4166926543282913147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=4166926543282913147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/4166926543282913147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/4166926543282913147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/wahhlao-is-it-predestined-ugh-now-my.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-2047276187748407456</id><published>2007-06-01T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:14:58.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MOOOHAHAHAHAH!!! today's nc was so fun! it totally washed off the memory of &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;. whew~ today i thought i would be uber early lor, then i was ALMOST late. butbut met pearly dear &amp; chairwoman thenghui &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i walked to the bus stop, then i caught sight of two people in white. [no, not ghosts!] then i saw "delta 07" printed on the back of their shirts. oh, it was &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;. &amp; there was someone sitting on the bench i had to *****. but, the &lt;em&gt;hers&lt;/em&gt; were talking to her, so i couldn't *****. so, i walked slowly, &amp;amp; i ******* while the &lt;em&gt;hers&lt;/em&gt; were still talking to her. but, she couldn't hear, so i walked past already, i ***** again. yay, she heard (: then, now the &lt;em&gt;hers&lt;/em&gt;. i walk quick quick, still cannot catch up. ahh, push faster somemore, still cannot catch up. i almost broke into a run x) but after that i still had to ***** from a distance xD &amp; they'd expected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okays, then during nc we played the "pair-pair game" (hahaha, it was very, very fun) then we played blow wind, blow. woohaha. couldn't find my shoe! in the end they hid it behind a tree -.- yep, &amp;amp; i got ******** by *********. ugh, the memory was horrible (yet funnayyyy). everyone was laughing like HELL, &amp; i was so, URGH. but, i was laughing too, of course. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we had to change into slacks (only!) then i was like, so rush, then i asked, "only slacks isit? or boots also??" then no one replied me, so i tried wearing my slacks over my shoes. BADDD mistake. then, i took out ONE shoe, &amp;amp; left the other one on. 2nd BADDD mistake. then, i realised the back pocket was in front. AHH, i had wore the slacks upside down! ugh, so embarrassing! then we had to fall in, of course, then i haven't wear lah, so i was like, OH, OH HOW?????? then i quickly wear wear then asked for permission to fall in. ohhh, SO EMBARRASSING! ughhhh. then we got scolded for not listening to instructions. then, we met a senior. (an "old" one xD) moohaha, then we did stationary drills. no, wait, before that, staff &amp; sgt "revealed" the total defence test results. then staff was like asking us to guess, then yimin go say me, then she was giggling giggling, then staff said she was evil, &amp;amp; said she thought yimin got one of the lowest. moohaha. then everyone was guessing the same person, then janice, (who was sitting right in the middle of the front row) said my name, then staff said, "what?" then janice repeated then staff said what again &amp; this continued for some time (no lah), then finally, staff said, yah. REJOICE! I GOT 49/50! woohoooooooooooo~ then everyone clapped, &amp;amp; sindie (who was sitting right behind me) cheered (right into my ear!). almost went deaf, &amp; almost died of heart attack. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, let's not get too high. the second person who got highest was diyan! ((: dearrrrest. then, staff was asking everyone to clap again, so they clapped, then staff said, "only 3 claps ah!" then, i was thinking, why everyone clap so many times for me, but only 3 for diyan? woohahaa. just kidding lah, don't take to heart wor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then staff asked staff (xDDDDDDDD) to demo. then staff wanted to demo from where she was sitting, which was in front of our platoon lah, then she was facing staff, which was on her left, on our right. (oh crapping xD) then she said, "wait i demo then all my saliva go to them ah!" then sgt said, "yah, then yik lam will kena." moohaha. fortunately, she didn't demo from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, after hearing the PTEs &amp;amp; the specs cheer, we got taught the company cheer &amp; the count by the count cheer. moohaha. i can remember liao. FINALLY, we get taught these. then, we got "invited" by the PTEs to play duck, duck, goose. (actually, we didn't get invited lor, it was staff invite herself &amp;amp; us. x))) then, we play lah, then &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;said a goose went quack. hahaha, then diyan said to me, a goose goes honk lah, then she said, no, a goose gobbles. then she said, no, a TURKEY gobbles! aiyah woman, make up your mind can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we played whacko (BLISSSSSSSSS). then, i got whacked 3 times lah, must do forfeit. (no bliss already! ):) guess what the forfeit was? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="colour: #330000"&gt;banana dance! ugh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then, &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;was soCOOL lah, she said i can invite someone to do with me. then everyone beside me was saying, "staff gadis! staff gadis!" then i was like, okay lah. so i told &lt;em&gt;her. &lt;/em&gt;&amp; staff was so angry. she said i will die )))): aiyah, she said that twice already lor, liddat if true hor, then i will reincarnate liao. yah, before that, &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; asked if i knew the dance lah, then i said i forgot, then she asked staff to demo, then staff said no. but hor, no use lah, in the end still must do xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i STILL stubbornly didn't wanna do lor, then staff went over to me &amp;amp; attempted pulling me off the ground. wahhlao, she succeeded lor! so strong. xD then i STILL didn't do. staff was there shaking around (&amp; also shaking her &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ass&lt;/span&gt;) then sgt keep using her stick to poke her. x)) then i STILL didn't wanna do, then everyone was laughing again. &amp;amp; staff was trying to get me to shake mySELF. moohaha. i was laughing like crazy lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, that memory was terrifying also lor. but very funny. moohaha. then we got dismissed lor, then staff said clear the canteen in 5 mins, then sgt said, yah, then she said, if not do banana dance ah! (i guess she did that cus she caught sight of me &amp; the memory flooded back xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiyah, manymany thangs happened, but they were too fun to put in words. really lor, i will miss the specs &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&amp;amp; FYI, you still suck. you will always.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-2047276187748407456?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/2047276187748407456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=2047276187748407456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2047276187748407456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/2047276187748407456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/06/mooohahahahah-todays-nc-was-so-fun-it.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-3145134063749912113</id><published>2007-05-30T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:57:29.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sorry people. this is a scolding post. you can ignore it &amp; go explore other parts of the blog. whatever. i just have to vent this freaking anger out &amp;amp; we can continue with our daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WHY?? you freaking *******! why must you do this to me when we don't even know each other, like, personally? we just got to know each other, &amp; now the first thing you do is ruin my life! what you did was absolutely freaking DISGUSTING. you freak! how could you do this???! you *****! you think your identity will be hidden forever? you think i'm so stupid? YOU ARE! you're a freaking *****! i may get an S.O. for this, but all i have to do is send them WHAT YOU DID &amp;amp; you're done for, ****** ****! you think i don't know who you are?! i know who you freaking are, &amp; you'd better know too. you're disgusting like a pile of gross purplish-pink SHIT. i can't believe you did that. heartless creep. lying is your hobby, cheating is your career. you'll have a long nose. you're a freaking *******! i bet no one even likes you. lies won't work. cheats will get retribution. why do you even TRY to do this?! what did i even freaking DO to deserve this from you? i'll bash you up when i see you. you'd better not do this again, ****. you think you're really clever, don't you! yeah, you're clever. clever at lying, cheating &amp;amp; making people hate you. you think all you love, loves you back?! i'll tell you the freaking truth: ALL YOU LOVE DON'T LOVE YOU BACK. NOT ONE BIT. freak. hate is a strong word. i know you don't hate me. i don't hate you either. just stop doing all these idiotic things &amp;amp; be NORMAL. what did i even DO?! please stop it, or you'll be forcing me to say these words: I HATE YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;swear&lt;/span&gt; i'll &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bash you up&lt;/span&gt; when i see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-3145134063749912113?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/3145134063749912113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=3145134063749912113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3145134063749912113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/3145134063749912113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/05/sorry-people_30.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-1832117314313064827</id><published>2007-05-30T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:57:56.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mooooooooohahahaha! (: i've finished that damn stupid borang book &amp; started on another not-so-borang book (: peeps if you wanna start on the holiday booklist please start on THE HARMONY SILK FACTORY first wor. its kinda boring. no lor. its NOT. its like, about WAR wor. should've started it before the total defence test lor -.-! then will know more. teehee. woohaha. i'm a little more than 1/3 of the book liao. started this morning wor (: at page 143[bus number!]/378. whoo~ still have 4 more. plus school library 3 more. dead.&lt;br /&gt;wooohahha. nothing to say wor. good news. DIYAN &amp;amp; JIAMIN MADE FRIENDS! teehee. i was their matchmaker wor. say thanks ((((((: hohoho. HOHOHOHO. reminds me of yesterday night. nearly died of heart attack lor. -.-!!! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you're lar-mei wor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TSK. nearly really died lor. bet alot of white hair grow already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;idiot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ohhkays, nothing to say. BYE! happy new year people. I MEAN happy holidays people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-1832117314313064827?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/1832117314313064827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=1832117314313064827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1832117314313064827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/1832117314313064827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/05/mooooooooohahahaha-ive-finished-that.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-6536343025440197068</id><published>2007-05-29T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T15:59:05.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hey peeps (: still have few moments before show starts (: so figured i'd blog. my msn got prob again ): now i can't log in. sadsadsad.......&lt;br /&gt;just now got maths lessons. woke up at 8 o clock &amp; decided i don't wanna go, budden thought it over that i can meet friends [audrey!!! (:] &amp;amp;&amp; wait she pester us after june hollys. (: &amp;amp; good thangSSS happened. don't ask. cus it'll make me....i don't know how to say luh, just that it's GOOD (: hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yes afiqah, i can't stop thinking of the last pt too ((: woohhahaha. i want my *** too!!!!! tsk. obsessed ain't we (:&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, today. went to school in 51. thought i was late. met &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;at entrance of school. ahhh! was caught jaywalking by &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;xD &amp;amp; she was jaywalking herself too lor (: anyway, i ran ran ran &amp; met beverly at the staircase there. i was sighing with relief, cus at least if i was late, someone was late with me (: haha then beverly was not scared at all lorh. she was so... relaxed. then she said naomi was rushing also. &amp;amp; i saw xinyi running heavily from upstairs. so she thought she was late too (: actually we were not late lor. ms L didn't appear until 10.10 or sometime after that. -.-&lt;br /&gt;maths was fun. don't ask me, cus i don't know why. luckily i went lor. if not i would have missed a perfectly fine set of worksheet filled with beautiful numbers =D ooh i love maths (:&lt;br /&gt;then, after maths, went ask audrey next thursday can do pbl in liBRAry not. [sounds wrong ehh] &amp; she just informed me that she asked her mum the wrong date lor. ): anyway luh. i saw li juan outside the classroom "looking after" justina's bag, so i asked her, tuna got come today ah? she was like, yah, so i said, OHOH! then pearly got come luh! then she said, yah, but pearly went home liao ): aiyahh, why didn't wait for me? okay, butttttttttttttttttttttttttt, then, lynn appeared &amp;amp;amp; tuna &amp; buan hua (: &amp;amp; we walked together downstairs. but lynn they all were talking &amp; taking such a long time, so FOR FUN &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[REALLY!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i looked towards &lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;. &amp;amp;&amp;, i saw &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;!!!!!!&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;[bliss (:] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sososo, i was screaming like crazy lor, then i hit li juan, &amp;amp; she TOTALLY understood what i was pointing at xD really! hahahaa. &amp; lynn recognized her as the "girl in detention" LOL. then, i didn't expect her to head up our this stairs lor. then one of her friends poke the other friend, then the other friend screamed really loudly, so &lt;em&gt;she &lt;/em&gt;said a few words [(:] then when we reached downstairs, tuna said "she look like qing jie gong ren leh." [fyi that means CLEANER] cus she was not wearing sku u lor, then wear like shaggy shaggy liddat. BUT she's not always liddat muh -.- then tuna's small spark set up a big fire, &amp;amp; li juan &amp; buan hua started calling her a qing jie gong ren too )): thats heartbreaking you know? pring pring pring (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went foyer, then li juan went G.O to give the 2 loose report books, then we headed to the com lab. tuna &amp;amp; buan were so funny lor, cus their mou mou part of clothing too "long", so they decided to sit down. then by the time i realised what they were hitting at &amp; sat down, li juan came out of the G.O. [!!!] infuriating lor! i just sit mah, cannot talk longer ah? must let old people sit mah!&lt;br /&gt;then, tuna was like, CHIONG! then she chiong towards the gallery there. &amp;amp; i was like, you chiong this direction for what? &amp; she said she wanna go com lab. &amp;amp; i didn't know what was happening ): then it turned out they all had ccas ): &amp; i had nothing to stay back for. anyway, tuna was saying the com lab door very cute xD in the com lab, i switch on the com &amp;amp; then i decided i wanted to go home. li juan had already went to her ava club, then apparently she was not there to stop buan hua &amp; tuna [my fanatic fans] from pulling every part of me to prevent me from going home. buan hua basically pulled my skirt lor, making it longer! ahh. then tuna started pulling on my bag :/ then buan hua managed to take the bag away. then i was like, so irritated [no offence] then i keep telling them you gimme back the bag i sit down &amp;amp; stay here. so after many attempts, buan hua finally give me back the bag. yay :/ then i sat down lor, then after that i tried escaping. yay they didn't try stopping me xD but buan hua tried taking my watch. i said, i can go home without my watch lor. budden after longlong time i finally pried my watch out of her hands (: &amp; i couldn't find janice anymore so i walked to the station myself. on the way at the slope met agnes. she wanted me to help her flag taxi. so lor. but i lao hua yan already lor, cannot see if the top of the taxi was red or green ): so she was like, FLAG FLAG!!!! then i stuck my hand out &amp;amp; miraculously the taxi stopped! hahaha. then i realised that the top of the taxi ben lai is green. i couldn't see lor :/ next time must wear specs (:&lt;br /&gt;then i didn't meet anybody [thank goddessnesses] so i walked to the mrt station myself. at the traffic lights i met shin, claraC &amp; si hui &amp;amp; amanda, naomi. shin was friendly! ahhaha. then we walked there already i saw the 111. AHH. i actually wanted to take bus one lor. cus i can change at commonwealth mrt. ): then naomi went off. bye naomi! (: thenthen. shin was talking really quickly &amp; i couldn't understand a thang she was saying lor. no offence ah! can exprain to me again someday! (((:&lt;br /&gt;then they wanted to buy bubble tea. &amp;amp; i was really tired lor, just wanted to go home. so i said, i don't want to drink. then si hui turned around &amp; said, no one force you mah. then claraC said the same thang. then shin said, i force one! hahahaha. thanks shin! hhohohoho. then i hopped on the mrt &amp;amp; came home. met diniy on the train (: then alighted lor, &amp; when i was walking upstairs, i saw a 78 go off ): sad. i was really tired lor. haha. then i go downstairs &amp;amp; wait for a very long time. bus still havent come ): then got alot of 166 come. got new bus also (: the new bus very nice lor. then met tess. then wait wait wait bus still havent come. then i saw someone from crescent with a very familliar posture, a very familliar hairstyle, a very familliar thing in her hand, &amp; a very familliar bag. &amp;amp; very familliar shoes xD haha. IT WAS &lt;strong&gt;NOT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HER &lt;/em&gt;wokayys. IT WAS JANICE! ohhoho. i was happy to see her. i was lonely (: then she very lucky lor, she come only the bus come already xD haish, must wait with her next time.&lt;br /&gt;then she told me what happened between her &amp; the &lt;em&gt;woman with plaits&lt;/em&gt; xD woooohahahahah. funnay. then i alighted (: then went hooooooooooome! &amp;amp; slept. for just a few minutes though. &amp; i'm speed reading this book lor, so stupid. i don't wanna give up halfway mah, so i finish reading it before i start on the holiday booklist (: i've borrowed 6 liao. all from natl library. shows how hardworking i am wor. haha. &amp;amp; that superbuper borang book i borrowed from the school library proved its greatness. it happened to be in the booklist lor! lucky me (: woohaha. nothing to do. playing neo (: woohaha. childish wor. bored mah. i miss school! &amp; ncc. &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;who made my day. (:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I'VE DONE&lt;br /&gt;I'VE FACED MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;TO CROSS OUT WHAT I'VE BECOME&lt;br /&gt;ERASE MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;TO LET GO OF WHAT I'VE DONE&lt;br /&gt;whoo~ linking park rocks my no. 3 boots. &amp; my black socks. (:&lt;br /&gt;morals of the story;;;&lt;br /&gt;- wanna flag taxi? wanna flag bus? use my magic hand. it has worked for 2 days. xD&lt;br /&gt;- don't jaywalk.&lt;br /&gt;- don't scream when you see someone you really wanna see.&lt;br /&gt;- don't poke your friend when your another friend sees someone she doesn't wanna see.&lt;br /&gt;- go for any maths enrichments you can ever possibly go to!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so much for my happy ending.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acknowledgements;;;&lt;br /&gt;- my magic hand!&lt;br /&gt;- the mrt&lt;br /&gt;- 51&lt;br /&gt;- shin [for saying you forced me (:]&lt;br /&gt;- audrey [you're the love! not in the wrong way (:]&lt;br /&gt;- janice [for making the bus come (:]&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;who made my day colourful &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proudly brought to you by yiklam&amp;amp;co. est 1873.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-6536343025440197068?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/6536343025440197068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=6536343025440197068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6536343025440197068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/6536343025440197068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-peeps-still-have-few-moments-before.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-4079716029641575224</id><published>2007-05-28T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:00:36.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HOHOHO. total defence test today. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it was easy lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; AHH my show start already. nvms. anyway, after test today hor, went tiong with janice &amp; afiqah &amp;amp; diyan. found out many thangs about each other worhs. xD first, we walk to mrt station luh, then diyan &amp; afiqah decided they wanted to pee. so we went first, me, janice, siti, sabrina, sindie, atikah &amp;amp; jacklyn. then sindie [who was the organiser in the first place] said her parents don't allow her to go. so buh bye sindie. then we went into the mrt station &amp; met diyan &amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp; afiqah there. then we met jiaying &amp; xinglin there too. they were drinking &amp;amp; enjoying themselves. anyway, poor jiaying lost $4. poor thang. next time lose $4.50! cus first time $3.50, now $4. whatever. lame. then sabrina they all wanna go jec, but i got no money. left $3! so, they say wanna watch movie luh, but diyan said never plan &amp; so, we 4 decided to go tiong, as janice didn't wanna watch movie in the first place. anyway, hopped on the escalator, then when we reached the top, the pasir ris train just went off -.-! then we stayed there luh, then jacklyn &amp;amp; jiaying &amp; xinglin joined us. then we were like playing with blue patweek &amp;amp; the bearbear xD thenthen, the train arrived, we got on, &amp; alighted at the next stop. -.-! really &amp;amp; i was like DID WE TAKE THE WRONG TRAIN cus the train seemed to did not reach the tunnel after a certain time. anyways, i was there at tiong bahru mrt station describing to them how i reacted when i met &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;at the mrt station (: thenthen, we went up, &amp; decided to eat long john cus very little people. so, we went inside luh, &amp;amp; started eating =D then, i kept calling janice's chicken a FISH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[tsk. obsessed ain't we.] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahaa. then diyan kept taking candid shots of me. &amp;&amp;amp; she keep saying i look like things, like hamster, or MOUSE xD, or i look like im gonna smash my nose etcetc. =DDD very funny ah. then i was like the slowest to finish, cus i keep talking(: no wonder i'm the most talkative in the part xD thenthen, diyan &amp; janice caught afiqah in that sexay pose. hahahaa. very funny! afiqah's actions. hahahaa. so sexay hurrhs? MAKE IT BALD! &amp;amp; must wear a bikini! hahahaha. then, after eating, diyan &amp; afiqah wanted to pee again, so we headed towards the toilet. AAHH! who knew, on the way, we met &lt;em&gt;someone &lt;/em&gt;&amp;amp; we had to ***** in that open public place. &amp; when she saw us she was like OHORRR. LOL. thenthen, took lotlots of pictures in the toilet xD really! siao people we are. then we finally went out of the toilet. &amp;amp; we went up the escalator, then we saw &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;again. diyan tried taking picture of her back! ((: hahaha that sounds wrong. anyway, during eating we talked about everything possible that was wrong (: hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyways, we went all the way to the top, then we went camwhoring (: thenthen very fun luhs. VERYVERY funny. me &amp; afiqah go pull that thang down then cannot go up anymore. -.-! somemore its orange lorh. hahaha. so we quickly escape (: ya &amp;amp; i was the only one without a lolly! no money luhs, what to do? left $1.30 at that point of time (: poor thang. thought we could eat mcdonalds so i can use ez-link. but long johns cheaper xD anyway, then we went back to more than words. to "find" a "present" for afiqah. hahhaa. saw many disgusting thangs. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the strawberries again. then we realised it was 4.30 &amp; very late. considering we had to reach home at 5. anyway, we then sadly departed....&lt;br /&gt;no luh, we did not. we strolled to ntuc &amp;amp; janice was like, why come ntuc? then diyan was like, this is the way to the mrt mah. &amp;&amp;amp; janice was like gong going liddat. &amp; i was blur too =D then hor, we went into the mrt station, then i was the first one to tap my card &amp;amp; go inside, then everyone was there, then diyan was like, ehh you first one inside ah, you go alone. AHHAHA. then she came in. janice &amp; afiqah were topping up their card. or whatever they were doing (:&lt;br /&gt;thenthen we reached the track there, then we saw the people who were with &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;just now. soso, i was scared &amp;amp; started jumping around (: then, we started taking pictures again. the blurr image in the glass (: then we went right to the end then started looking through the glass panel (: so scary lorh like a ghost somehow gonna jump out at us anytime (: then we took some scary pictures of that. &amp; diyan's shadow became the ghost in one of the pictures (: haha. then janice took a picture of the staff toilet. AHH staff toilet. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STAFF &lt;/strong&gt;toilet.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;hohoho. cus we saw someone going in there. scary seyhhs. then we sat down in the mrt. &amp;amp; that was the first time in my life! anyway, we took some more picture. like of us looking bored &amp; of me flagging the mrt. &amp;amp; i looked like a ghost lorh. anyway the picture that was supposed to be of me, afiqah &amp; diyan looking bored came out as us looking emo. =X but it was nice!&lt;br /&gt;okay, then when reached redhill, i thought i saw &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;passing by. i mean, the mrt passing by her. but i think it was not. anyway, when me &amp;amp; janice reached clementi, we saw a 154 going off. it was alreaady 4.57 lorh! then i was like, so agitated. then when reached down i saw another 154. luckily i was quick enough to stick my hand out lorh. not we will miss 2 buses (:&lt;br /&gt;okay. go eat dinner liao. bon appetit (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-4079716029641575224?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/4079716029641575224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=4079716029641575224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/4079716029641575224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/4079716029641575224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/05/hohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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-30945102.post-7623968297973884736</id><published>2007-05-21T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:01:48.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ohoho. sense something amiss? yepp its 934 am &amp; i'm still at home :// cuscus i got feeeeeeeever of 38-39 degrees ): yepyep. poor thang right? &amp;amp; somemore today got nc )): thenthen i will miss the should-be-one-&amp;-only session without boots &amp;amp; slacks :// &amp;&amp;amp; i will not get afiqah's letter! sighhs. &amp; later going to see doctor. &amp;amp;amp;&amp;amp; maybe cutting my hair. or maybe only see doctor. WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for thursday! butbut tomorrow got mass run, thenthen i cannot run, thenthen i have to run make-up mass run on thursday! tsk.&lt;br /&gt;okay, gtg.&lt;br /&gt;tatasauce (:&lt;br /&gt;ps. sorry pearly! cannot meet you )):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30945102-7623968297973884736?l=smack-yourface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/feeds/7623968297973884736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30945102&amp;postID=7623968297973884736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7623968297973884736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30945102/posts/default/7623968297973884736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smack-yourface.blogspot.com/2007/05/ohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>cHeWiNgUm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12407516748296719077</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>
