<?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-32993022</id><updated>2011-10-10T21:00:14.449+08:00</updated><category term='education'/><category term='Liars'/><category term='Gossips'/><category term='This was a breather.'/><category term='gaga'/><category term='transport'/><category term='Pocky'/><category term='Unfair'/><category term='sambal'/><category term='currently: angsty'/><category term='National'/><category term='Wolves'/><category term='Celebrities'/><category term='God'/><category term='O levels sucks.'/><category term='happy'/><category term='school'/><category term='Grandma&apos;s 69th Celebrations.'/><category term='Teens Camp'/><category term='irritable.'/><category term='Sly'/><category term='CRAP. MAJOR SHOCK ERUPTING POST(INSERT shockwave HERE)'/><category term='Cunning'/><category term='legs'/><category term='church'/><category term='things'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='course'/><category term='top'/><category term='singapore'/><category term='Jesus'/><category term='O Level End Countdown: 3 papers and 8 Days.'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='chicken'/><category term='Irritating'/><category term='Nitwits'/><category term='parade'/><category term='insanity has struck my brain.'/><category term='medical service'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Lady'/><title type='text'>Smileyfaced!</title><subtitle type='html'>It takes a smile to start laughing, anyway.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><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>554</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-3723654717453018301</id><published>2011-09-23T11:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T11:23:37.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.happytellus.com/img/chiang-mai/sunday-market-in-chiang-mai_5534.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://www.happytellus.com/img/chiang-mai/sunday-market-in-chiang-mai_5534.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay! 2 more weeks to Thailand! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-3723654717453018301?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3723654717453018301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3723654717453018301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2011/09/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-1190292648908379976</id><published>2011-09-12T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T10:21:23.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>I'm going to Thailand after the six weeks of clinical, and then will be back for PRCP -_-". Gonna be my last trip with the school. Kind of sad that I'm leaving, but I'm glad that this will be over soon. I am looking forward to 2012. It's gonna be an exciting year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-1190292648908379976?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/1190292648908379976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/1190292648908379976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2011/09/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-4854961317915358996</id><published>2011-09-11T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:49:16.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holllllaback</title><content type='html'>I am so glad that there's a blogger app now, but that doesn't mean that I'll neglect my Tumblr because that holds pretty much of my life's experience(the past 9 months). I'm pretty sentimental about this blog because it kind of holds a lot of experiences-since I was like 14? So. Yes. You get the gist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-4854961317915358996?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4854961317915358996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4854961317915358996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2011/09/holllllaback.html' title='Holllllaback'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-2628095603439582256</id><published>2011-09-11T11:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T11:20:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>Finally, a Blogger app!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-2628095603439582256?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2628095603439582256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2628095603439582256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2011/09/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-3030764987585385316</id><published>2011-01-28T20:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T20:45:26.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Tumblr, Wordpress and even something known as Blogpress? But where is Blogger App?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love this blog. But it's easier to blog into tumblr with my phone...because our dear blogger does not have a blogger app. So I will post into this blog when I feel like it/when a blogger app is launched :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://smileology.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://smileology.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-3030764987585385316?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3030764987585385316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3030764987585385316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2011/01/theres-tumblr-wordpress-and-even.html' title='There&apos;s Tumblr, Wordpress and even something known as Blogpress? But where is Blogger App?'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-5527556962399084183</id><published>2011-01-24T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T22:07:34.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Fleeting Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many of 'em around me are dieting. Not because they want to shine with health, but because they want to fit into the slutty shorts from Bugis(I am sorry I am using such an example and no I have nothing against Bugis).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-5527556962399084183?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5527556962399084183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5527556962399084183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-fleeting-thought.html' title='Just A Fleeting Thought'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-2898802486168265586</id><published>2011-01-19T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T21:46:35.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uneventfully True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing. My thighs feel like I slammed them against concrete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I just rubbed on some ‘Rub on’ and was prepared to go for a run when my mum slammed her opinion(that’s two bodyslams in one day) in my face and said “No, you can’t go for a run at this hour”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here I am, at a loss of words, staring at the most irritating thing ever-Facebook. Although I utilise it and (probably) type my life story in it, I hate it. The only reason I have not deleted it is because there are people whom I actually would love to keep in touch with-people who are otherwise inaccessible in this busy world(my cousins, for example). Apart from reasons such as these, it’s a complete and utter waste of my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was a rather uneventful day. Apart from the treasured social time with my friends(time wisely spent laughing and making fun of unglam pictures) and eating snacks, most of the time was spent trying not to fall asleep in the lectures(6 hours today, mind you). I did not eat before going to school(biggest mistake ever) so I spent lecture copying notes and stuffing edible things into my stomach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uneventful. What a word to describe a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Each day has 24 hours(and no, I am not going to tell you how many minutes,seconds, milliseconds and all that crap). Time moves rather quickly, and in what seems like a moment, a day goes by. 24 hours, gone by just like that. 24 hours of our lives. If I count how many days of my life I’ve wasted, I’d shudder. Because, life’s short and moves too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-2898802486168265586?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2898802486168265586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2898802486168265586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2011/01/uneventfully-true.html' title='Uneventfully True'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-5587056161647878364</id><published>2011-01-16T16:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T16:32:10.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still wonder on what basis you judged me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not everyone is a Nursing student, alright? A Nursing student's life is twice as hard as those of normal Poly students. They get 7 weeks break, and we get probably half or less than half of it. They can start class at 8AM and go home by lunch time while we start class at 8 and slog until 5 or 6PM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Therefore, when we commit to something, we make every effort to be punctual for it. However, if time isn't on our side, then we aren't to be blamed! Give us a break! We're trying our best, and there you are presuming that we're Secondary school students turning up late because we overslept from our afternoon naps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be mature. Think about it. Put yourself in our shoes. Act your age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why is it so difficult for you to find out a little more before throwing your hasty judgment towards us? Really, that's real mature man. Real mature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Get a life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-5587056161647878364?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5587056161647878364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5587056161647878364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2011/01/judgment.html' title='Judgment'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-7661578796014548933</id><published>2011-01-14T11:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T12:10:49.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinnerlemma- Jessie ft. Her Wardrobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A while ago, I strew all the dresses that I had in my parents room and tried out different combinations. Choosing the most suitable outfit for an event is not an easy feat. Especially for today's dinner @ KTPH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shall photoblog it(ifff I take any photos).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-7661578796014548933?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7661578796014548933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7661578796014548933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2011/01/dinnerlemma-jessie-ft-her-wardrobe.html' title='Dinnerlemma- Jessie ft. Her Wardrobe'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-6650418832603950340</id><published>2011-01-11T21:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T21:34:21.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened When I Passed By Loserville</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to Polyclinic tomorrow morning. I suspect that I have contracted URTI and I'm not letting it slip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I'm pretty tired out people misjudging me and spreading rumors about me. It was hurtful at first, but now, it's like nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I make you jealous- I give you something to talk about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, too bad that your life revolves around mine! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-6650418832603950340?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6650418832603950340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6650418832603950340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-happened-when-i-passed-by.html' title='What Happened When I Passed By Loserville'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-4984952292822755790</id><published>2011-01-08T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T21:48:57.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Dance Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TShq5Y1DHCI/AAAAAAAAAmY/QJ8l1H2Zjlk/s1600/Blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TShq5Y1DHCI/AAAAAAAAAmY/QJ8l1H2Zjlk/s320/Blog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559811274138917922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went for Chingay today again with FM and pra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lol, my face is terribly sunburnt nowww. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I've got a few things to settle-write down events in my diary, prepare for NSL presentation etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Immaaa busyy girl. So bye! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-4984952292822755790?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4984952292822755790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4984952292822755790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2011/01/dance-dance-dance.html' title='Dance Dance Dance'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TShq5Y1DHCI/AAAAAAAAAmY/QJ8l1H2Zjlk/s72-c/Blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-8859289899893921287</id><published>2011-01-07T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T21:28:49.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jigsaw Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TScU7xVr1aI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/7JNFSMj9Ijg/s1600/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TScU7xVr1aI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/7JNFSMj9Ijg/s320/Love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559435282101294498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-8859289899893921287?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8859289899893921287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8859289899893921287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='Jigsaw Heart'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TScU7xVr1aI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/7JNFSMj9Ijg/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-2306738228904910038</id><published>2011-01-06T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:55:28.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Action Of The Day #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FM threatened to "bitchslap" me if I emphasised one more time on how cute our Chingay instructor is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I...will not risk it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-2306738228904910038?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2306738228904910038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2306738228904910038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2011/01/action-of-day-1.html' title='Action Of The Day #1'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-5505713971313650266</id><published>2011-01-05T21:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T21:56:17.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happily Exhausted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omg I'm horribly tired, but I'm ecstatic beyond description!(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was so awesome, because I went for Chingay training. Thanks to late classes, we(FM pra and myself) had no choice but to cab there and thank God we got a cab because we were in time to secure our positions! We didn't dance much, though. Yesterday's training was dedicated mainly for positioning and formations. A bit sad because Lek is sick(damn the flu season) and had no choice but to skip yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait for this Sat's training! :*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Open House tomorrow. I'm involved in skit and FBAO. Hope they don't clash and hope I'm allowed to wear scrub suit for FBAO duty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life's pretty happening at the moment with exciting events and aaaall. Next Friday's the day to go to KTPH for the SCSM appreciation dinner with the other leaders(: Can't wait for it! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skype video called FM just now, and we had an awesome time showing each other our houses and family members and capturing funny faces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I've made some pretty reliable and good friends in Poly and I'd like to take this moment to appreciate them(in order of who I got closer to first)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Praveena&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Juepei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mizza&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Natasya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vivian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lekshmi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mindy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fenmien&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melody and the AGOGO gang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, there are other friends whom I have fun with but these are the people I really am pretty close to and have created fond memories with. I really &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-5505713971313650266?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5505713971313650266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5505713971313650266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2011/01/happily-exhausted.html' title='Happily Exhausted'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-2158958932914458267</id><published>2011-01-03T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T23:26:13.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice Makes Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1st day back @ school was relatively normal(: Then I went for Chingay training. I missed 3 trainings in a row and today we learnt this choreo which I didn't know at all. Many others had already learnt it, but I was new to it. Honestly, I knew that out of all the choreos this one is the most challenging. It challenged me alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I shall practice it and make it perfect because practice makes perfect ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know this sounds lame but I only switched on my laptop to log in to pet society(daily bonus increases if you continually log in) and to check "God wants you to know"(because it gives some messages of hope), and I've done both so BUH BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time to sleep. Long day ahead tomorruhhh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-2158958932914458267?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2158958932914458267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2158958932914458267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2011/01/practice-makes-perfect.html' title='Practice Makes Perfect'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-3677759976080818259</id><published>2011-01-01T19:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:09:10.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certain things, just don't change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I was in the shower washing away the remains of 2010 from my hair, I realised that although I've stepped into a whole new year, some of my perceptions will remain the same(for example, my inability to conform to social norms to look cool). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I reached the legal age like a while ago but did not utilise it, much to the amusement and irritation of others. This carefree but innocent side of me also brought about scorn from peoplewhothinkthey'recool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But, here's the thing-I'm proud of it. My parents are proud of it. What others do, does not concern me and in the same way, I expect others to keep their opinions to themselves. If I do not want to drink or club, that's totally up to me. Who are you to judge me based on my social choices? I have some principles and moral values that I live by, and I'm headstrong to the extent that NO ONE can change these. Even if my own parents force me to go drinking someday(and hell no, this will never happen but I'm trying to prove my point here), I will not do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, what makes you think I'll listen to the mere opinion of a 3rd party?!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Although I'll turn a year older in 2011, I'll still be myself. I'll still be anti-clubbing and anti-drinking and anti-smoking and anti-vulgarities and anti-rubbish. All the rest just have to deal with it ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-3677759976080818259?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3677759976080818259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3677759976080818259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2011/01/certain-things-just-dont-change.html' title='Certain things, just don&apos;t change.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-2090707504151543980</id><published>2011-01-01T11:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T11:55:50.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011's Come Crashing Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! It's 2011, y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;It has been a pretty awesome year. Honestly, 2010 beat 2008(which I used to say was the best year), and I've got to say, I've had some of the best memories in 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Shall do a reflection of the year tomorrow or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;All the things I went through in 2010, turned out to be blessings in disguise. All the good things I went through, are memories that I will always keep close to my heart, as long as I have the ability to.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;The people I've met, the people I've selectively let out of my life also has changed me(in a good way). Things I couldn't let go of in the past, I threw out of the window in 2010 thanks to God, and the new experiences that He bestowed upon me-experiences that eradicated the pain and hurt of the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;So here's to an awesome 2011! (:&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/32993022-2090707504151543980?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2090707504151543980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2090707504151543980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011s-come-crashing-down.html' title='2011&apos;s Come Crashing Down'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-546288657504139424</id><published>2010-12-19T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:25:56.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes You Different, Makes You Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm back from Malaysia and although I didn't expect it, I had an awesome time. There were a few strange incidents that occurred at the time I was present, and to my horror, I realised that I was the cause of it(e.g guy stalks me @ The Store-apparently, the target was me, but unfortunately my cousins were involved and they also got freaked out).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay you know what. I've attachment tomorrow and I think I shall complete blogging some other time when I feel pretty alive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;buhhhbyeee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-546288657504139424?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/546288657504139424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/546288657504139424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-makes-you-different-makes-you.html' title='What Makes You Different, Makes You Beautiful'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-6177510552567657471</id><published>2010-12-10T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T12:46:56.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How The Digestion Of My Lunch Was Enhanced</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omg this is epic. I just had to blog it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was eating my lunch and watching MTV. MTV hits was on and the '30 seconds to Mars' dude was singing "Hurricane" live in Madrid. I don't really listen to them, but for a live performance, his voice was awesome and I was awestruck. Suddenly, the awe-striking moment disappeared when the most irritating person in the music industry jumped onstage and started rapping like crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.famous-people-search.com/kanye_west/kanye_west_picture/kanye_west_012.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 500px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Sorry to all who are eating and are subjected to viewing this image in which Kanye West probably feels he is hot, but the rest of us KNOW in our blood that he isn't. Majority wins period).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes! It's the "Imma let you finish...but" dude. I seriously cannot stand this guy. We all know what he did to Taylor Swift at the VMAs in 2009. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway,  I think that the 30STM dude wanted to payback because he STOPPED Kanye while he was rapping, and started this whole "give it up for Kanye, louder! We didn't fly him all the way here for such a weak applause" thing with the crowd. &amp;amp; Kanye gave the "wtf" face(seriously. I don't use the word, but I know it because I've seen people around me use it and that was the exact face they gave). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was as if the 30STM guy was indirectly saying "Kanye, you're rapping ok and all and Imma let you finish...but I think the crowd doesn't like you and you should know it"! HAHAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I can't believe I wasted a post on Kanye West, the guy who should seriously hide in the West, but it's a worthy post! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-6177510552567657471?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6177510552567657471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6177510552567657471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-digestion-of-my-lunch-was-enhanced.html' title='How The Digestion Of My Lunch Was Enhanced'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-1944758059054868345</id><published>2010-12-09T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:46:21.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just When I Started Believing That I Am Living Under A Rock...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watched this Tamil movie yesterday.  Those who know me would understand that I rarely watch Tamil movies, however, this was an awesome movie. I was excited because this is the only Tamil movie(oh wait, and Anniyan as well) that I was looking forward to being released.The graphics were fantastic, and the humour had me rolling around the floor in stitches! :D It was really worth my time. My dad bought the DVD ytd, so I can watch it anytime I need a good laugh! :D However, the last part was pretty sad. Or maybe I'm just sentimental. Whatever, it was sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img6.imageshack.us/img6/7041/endhiran2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 517px;" src="http://img6.imageshack.us/img6/7041/endhiran2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, was an awesome day as well! I had a fantabulistic time with Lekshmi and Fenmien. We hit Cineleisure(omg I LOST MY WAY TO CINELEISURE SO RIDICULOUS OK), anyway, yes let me get back to reality- we hit Cineleisure and wanted to get the 1740 tix but the seating was disgusting, so we settled for the 1830 slot. So we had a little time in between and decided to eat at the hotdog shop. Hahaha I forgot its name. I wasn't looking forward to it at first because the last time I ate there I had a bad experience, but then I ate the corndog, and forgot all about my lack of eagerness. Okay, I shall stop ranting unnecessarily and get to the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQMU3YxEoi0/TPhJZFJIwGI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-Z86PR_kjz4/s400/rapunzel%2Bposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQMU3YxEoi0/TPhJZFJIwGI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-Z86PR_kjz4/s400/rapunzel%2Bposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This movie-is THE  MOST BLASTABULASTICBOMBASTICFANTABULISTICILICIOUS movie. From the music to the graphics and humor(yes, I am a sucker for movies under the "comedy" genre), it was a 5/5(or maybe I'm too easily satisfied but who cares). The romance was cute! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-1944758059054868345?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/1944758059054868345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/1944758059054868345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-when-i-started-believing-that-i-am.html' title='Just When I Started Believing That I Am Living Under A Rock...'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nQMU3YxEoi0/TPhJZFJIwGI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-Z86PR_kjz4/s72-c/rapunzel%2Bposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-5454438554016986762</id><published>2010-12-08T16:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T16:33:34.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SS501 ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SS501. Ohmygosh, love their songs alright.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially "Love Ya" MV! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; no, I don't have a thing for the guys. Just the songs, please(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-5454438554016986762?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5454438554016986762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5454438554016986762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/12/ss501.html' title='SS501 ♥'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-6236565407375305317</id><published>2010-12-07T18:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T18:19:32.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship Bands and Upbeat Dance Moves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went for Chingay training last night with Lek and FM! (: It's always so fun with them! &amp;amp; dancing is a joy. Every moment is worth my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TP4IRL-AmMI/AAAAAAAAAlk/TGNpp9-cQug/s320/FMANDLEK.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547880882330704066" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TP4IcP8rb_I/AAAAAAAAAl0/2Scf1IzYbGw/s320/Collagen%2Bpic.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547881072377425906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, Lek and I went to Jurong point to get friendship bands for the four of us from this shop called "The Bluez"(during which we saw some nice Korean nail polish and decided to just get 'em since they were so cheap anyway). and then went to Popeye's to eat lunch(: FM couldn't make it because of her USS training :((( HAHAHA she called us after we were done and told us that they were playing games near NTUC or something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TP4JT4QjsTI/AAAAAAAAAmE/OcfK7hlpWik/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TP4JT4QjsTI/AAAAAAAAAmE/OcfK7hlpWik/s320/039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547882028091027762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TP4JTKk_DdI/AAAAAAAAAl8/AaJhWHSK0Uc/s320/040.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547882015828676050" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/32993022-6236565407375305317?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6236565407375305317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6236565407375305317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/12/friendship-bands-and-upbeat-dance-moves.html' title='Friendship Bands and Upbeat Dance Moves.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TP4IRL-AmMI/AAAAAAAAAlk/TGNpp9-cQug/s72-c/FMANDLEK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-3506966002358616779</id><published>2010-12-06T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T10:43:54.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think you need your medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;@ my mum's workplace now. Playing with my phone, listening to awsm music and chilling!(: &lt;s&gt;studying&lt;/s&gt; It's been a long time since I did stuff like that! Erm oops...I just realized that I'm going to Malaysia on Sat and am not prepared at all! :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-3506966002358616779?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3506966002358616779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3506966002358616779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/12/think-you-need-your-medicine.html' title='Think you need your medicine'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-6436611562515675312</id><published>2010-12-05T16:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T17:07:14.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After A Hurricane, Comes A Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TPtUqifOYnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/UtXwpaBHy68/s320/Colourful.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547120455825908338" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TPtUqifOYnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/UtXwpaBHy68/s1600/Colourful.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Standard Chartered Marathon Singapore 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My shift started at 2AM! Midnight madness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Duty wasn't very busy, taking into consideration that this is a race consisting of thousands. However, the 'rub on' ointment was popular ttm. Expected. However, some didn't realise that they can get cramping just by applying rub on DURING the race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, it's been a tiring day, but I only slept for 4 hours after the shift(I reached home at 10AM). Thank God I'm in the second batch for attachment this time round, I don't think I can handle any more exhaustion! Haven't rested like this in 3 months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chingay prac tomorrow!(: Looking forwaaarrd! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-6436611562515675312?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6436611562515675312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6436611562515675312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/12/after-hurricane-comes-rainbow.html' title='After A Hurricane, Comes A Rainbow'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TPtUqifOYnI/AAAAAAAAAlc/UtXwpaBHy68/s72-c/Colourful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-5837800038212618719</id><published>2010-12-04T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:01:26.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I say "Jump" you say "How High?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chingay practice this morning was amazingly fun despite the rain! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved the choreo and the company(lek and FM)! :D After that, we had some light lunch and drinks(soft drinks la, we don't drink ok!) @ a random place in Lavender. After that, we went on our own ways...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I took the bus back home, and was playing with my phone. Suddenly, I looked up and saw a cute guy staring at me. Flattering, yes. Then the bus ride went on and I eventually found a seat. Unfortunately, I received the biggest shock of my life upon turning around. There was what seemed like a drag queen sitting beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After I alighted the bus, I was glad that it wasn't raining. Once I reached the street and started to walk down, a sudden DOWNPOUR made its grand arrival! Hahahah I raaan in the rain. &amp;amp; then this guy came up to me and was like "over here". I looked to my side and saw this guy offering his umbrella. I didn't want to be rude so I just stood under it while waiting for the lights and said thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shortly after that he was like, "which block?" and I said "it's okay, I'll ran" and my marathon continued! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHA running my own SCMS. Speaking of which, my duty is at 2AM and here I am blogging. I should be sleeping now. I'm gonna go without a full night's sleep but I just can't sleep now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did take a short nap just now though. Woke up shortly after it and realized my dad bought me a new comforter and bed sheet set to use on Christmas!!!!!! Ahhhhh! Thanks daddayee! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-5837800038212618719?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5837800038212618719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5837800038212618719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-i-say-jump-you-say-how-high.html' title='When I say &quot;Jump&quot; you say &quot;How High?&quot;'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-5307066576009283963</id><published>2010-12-03T22:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:07:19.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bats Came Out To Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wheee! Haha spamming my Twitter now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Played Monopoly with my bro and maid, and I lost for like...the first time in my life. I've never lost Monopoly. I usually win, or come in second! Haha there's always a first time for everything eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TPj4jyA7YoI/AAAAAAAAAlU/j-tcQNZWePQ/s320/Monopoly.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546456234711540354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alright, anyway. There's Chingay practice tomorrow(yes, a lot has gone on in my life since I paused blogging here)and Standard Chartered duty @ 2AM(being a leader gets a little disgusting at times). Here I am staying up and slacking when I'm actually dead tired and should get some rest! However, it's a bit of  fun knowing that you're free for a while(getting away from CTs and all)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-5307066576009283963?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5307066576009283963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5307066576009283963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/12/bats-came-out-to-play.html' title='The Bats Came Out To Play'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TPj4jyA7YoI/AAAAAAAAAlU/j-tcQNZWePQ/s72-c/Monopoly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-5666710044306354350</id><published>2010-12-03T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:43:12.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Basics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've moved back to this blog(Omg, I just can't seem to go away from it!) Whatever, I shall blog here for life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-5666710044306354350?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5666710044306354350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5666710044306354350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/12/back-to-basics.html' title='Back To Basics'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-2435573107922700458</id><published>2010-10-29T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:27:21.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on, it's my time. NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;s&gt;MOVED ON&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Buh bye smileyfaced! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I am still the face full of smiles okayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;:D:D:D:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Update: 3rd December 2010-Nope, can't move away from this blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-2435573107922700458?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2435573107922700458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2435573107922700458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/10/moving-on-its-my-time.html' title='Moving on, it&apos;s my time. NOT'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-8810667439415235677</id><published>2010-10-03T10:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T16:29:27.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybank NightWalk 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TKg9W-A0m8I/AAAAAAAAAkI/Oqz-vUXyTJc/s320/Stephenie+014.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523732407782775746" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Took this yesterday @ the nightwalk. I was intending to skip it because months of exhaustion had settled in and I had to prevent myself from collapsing so that I could make it in China in one piece. I woke up from a very satisfactory nap...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; then, decided to tweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-_-" Which was when I saw Fenmien's tweet(that she was at the nightwalk) and I grabbed every single thing that I was supposed to and rushed to Raffles. It's a good thing that Fenmien persuaded me to come, because I had an awsm time with her and Jud-taking jumpshots, laughing @ stuff and all! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was great seeing them. Jud's going to India today, and I'm going to China tomorrow morning. I know I'm gonna miss my family tons. I hope that I don't get too homesick(there's no medicine for that except coming home).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, I have awsm people like Eichien, Candy, Antonio and the rest of my friends to hang out with! LOL, and not to mention my roomie-Evan! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;China, here I comeeee! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-8810667439415235677?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8810667439415235677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8810667439415235677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/10/maybank-nightwalk-2010.html' title='Maybank NightWalk 2010'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TKg9W-A0m8I/AAAAAAAAAkI/Oqz-vUXyTJc/s72-c/Stephenie+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-2792128350866458133</id><published>2010-09-27T19:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:08:40.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www-bgr-com.vimg.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/iphone-4-facetime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 430px; height: 632px;" src="http://www-bgr-com.vimg.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/iphone-4-facetime.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I am now one of those considered to possess the (perhaps) most overrated thing on earth-an iPhone. Hahaha, my dad just got me an iPhone 4, and I'm loving it! :D Wasn't really interested in iPhones at first, but when I saw how useful it was(like having a mobile bible and apps like Tap Tap), I wanted to own one eventually. Just as dad was about to purchase iPhone 3gs for me, iPhone 4 came out! Just naiseee. &amp;amp; then came this awsmly irresistable offer-and now it's mine muahahah.(((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omg I make it sound so evil &gt;:P  Anyway, it's a really cool phone. Wouldn't be bringing it to China, though. Too risky. Speaking of China, I haven't packed anything(dead meat). Hopefully will get to do so soon. Time's running out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-2792128350866458133?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2792128350866458133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2792128350866458133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/iphone-4.html' title='iPhone 4!'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-2075367441441528031</id><published>2010-09-26T13:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T13:33:50.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Will Make A Way, When There Seems To Be No Way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been unwell for quite a while now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, after praying @ the whole night prayer, Revd Steven asked us to pray for whatever we wanted, and I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know what will happen tomorrow, or even the next minute, but I know one thing for sure- God will take care of it. If it's His will, it'll happen. If not, I'll be more than ecstatic to follow the plans He has for me! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the meantime, I need some more rest or I will not be able to focus during attachment tomorrow(and this is bad cuz there's medication serving to be done). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Omg, I was on Twitter, and there is this page which mocks everything Jesus said. That person is in for it when judgment day comes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-2075367441441528031?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2075367441441528031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2075367441441528031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/god-will-make-way-when-there-seems-to.html' title='God Will Make A Way, When There Seems To Be No Way.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-2556543704439719433</id><published>2010-09-25T11:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T12:07:44.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm exhausted. I've gotten a grand total of 4 hours of sleep in the past 4 days. 2 weeks of attachment has ended, and AICF whole night prayer ended this morning, after which I rushed home to come for China trip prep camp, which is where I'm dying @ now. I'm completely drained, both emotionally and physically. I can only tap strength from God!(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-2556543704439719433?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2556543704439719433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2556543704439719433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-5566208716805448951</id><published>2010-09-19T22:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T22:41:42.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's My Unglamness Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't photoblog ANYTHING right now because I need to find the cam cable for the respective cameras to upload the pics in. Will blog about them after the China trip(wait for a really long time)! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;NDP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AIPF Family Carnival(super long ago)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DYB Youth event&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FOP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;YOG&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Universal Studios&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grandma's Birthday&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are all I can remember-things I'm supposed to blog about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OMG, there's this Anglican Indian Churches Fellowship flyer, and my face is there together with the rest of the DYB worship team and it's my most unglam pic to date. My face is contorted into some weird position. Yucks. Can't people like, alert you before snapping a pic?!? Hmph! Hahah(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-5566208716805448951?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5566208716805448951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5566208716805448951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/theres-my-unglamness-again.html' title='There&apos;s My Unglamness Again'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-8110559660837711371</id><published>2010-09-18T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T11:15:52.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail Therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;USS was awsm, and it made up for the completely crappy shift @ attachment! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank God I put my exhaustion and dragged myself to USS because if I didn't, I would have regretted it for the rest of my life.  I mean, how many times would you get to experience USS @ night? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Came back at 12 plus midnight after the exhilarating experience of which I shall blog about later todayyy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right now, SHOPPING TIME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-8110559660837711371?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8110559660837711371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8110559660837711371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/retail-therapy.html' title='Retail Therapy'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-1472820251544757086</id><published>2010-09-17T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T16:43:39.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was a terrible day, and I don't wish to delve into it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going for YOG party @ Universal Studios Singapore(USS) soon, but I'm feeling really exhausted. Shall post later! Tahh(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-1472820251544757086?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/1472820251544757086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/1472820251544757086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/today-was-terrible-day-and-i-dont-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-4785454515862965114</id><published>2010-09-16T15:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T16:02:25.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Authority-Use It Wisely, or Lose It.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 things worthy of mentioning happened today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I whacked a doctor's butt with the BP cuff(Before you jump to conclusions, it was an accident! Seriously, this was utterly humiliating).&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I refused to fear authority. There's a fine line between respecting authority, and fearing authority. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, the first thing will be a long-standing joke, and I will definitely laugh over it in the coming years. The second thing, is not a laughable matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Authority. When you are given the privilege of authority, you should use it wisely. You DO NOT use it to induce fear in people who are in "lower" positions than you. Just because you're granted the title, doesn't mean you pick on everyone else and glide your way through the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You definitely do not keep your fat lard ass sitting around, either. You go around and BE a servant, that's what leadership is about. I guess some people who are granted authority do not understand the term "servant leadership" because they're too busy rotating their asses in a single area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You DO NOT decide how people do a certain thing, unless it contradicts the principles of the activity. If the end point of carrying out the action leads to its ideal effect, you SHUT THE HELL UP. You have no right to criticise something just so it's DONE YOUR WAY, because people have DIFFERENT WAYS OF DOING DIFFERENT THINGS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You also DO NOT presume that people under you are carrying out a trivial task just because they felt the presence of your authority. People who are true to their work will carry out their duties efficiently, whether the authorities are around or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, people with authority should not possess/exercise these attributes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pride&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hypocrisy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Impoliteness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laziness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Judgmental tendencies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The act of making assumptions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking that they, and they alone are right&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picking on people because they're "lower" in status than you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you still continue to possess these factors while you are holding your leadership position, you WILL fall hard one day and land on your fat lardasses on which you've been wiping the floor with. Not only that, you will lose that face which possesses the mouth you used to obsequiously suck up to previous authorities to get into the position you are currently in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, if you don't stop being the ultimate shithead who spews bouts of bitchiness and ill-mannered icasms, you will lose your job, and start to beg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-4785454515862965114?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4785454515862965114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4785454515862965114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/authority-use-it-wisely-or-lose-it.html' title='Authority-Use It Wisely, or Lose It.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-3625282846047289741</id><published>2010-09-13T06:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T06:40:30.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only God Can Cure Pain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had the most pain-inducing dream yesterday, reminding me of all the pain I've gone through. When I say 'pain', I mean emotional pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, down with a flu, and trying to counter the effects of flu so I wouldn't spread it to anyone. Thank God for masks and handrub. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I leave all my issues to God, and am going to get ready for attachment now! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-3625282846047289741?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3625282846047289741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3625282846047289741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/only-god-can-cure-pain.html' title='Only God Can Cure Pain.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-9155253697675599224</id><published>2010-09-12T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:43:30.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satan, you're Going Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff93/tankeh/mo/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 362px;" src="http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff93/tankeh/mo/smile.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family is going through a lot of trials right now. I can't really explain right now, but I hope all this will end soon. I'm really exhausted. We all are, really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anywayyy, attachment starts tomorrow and I haven't like ironed my uniform and prepared myself physically(sleep)...shall do that soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gotta plan my agenda for the week or I'm going to forget things because I've a damn lot of things to do and now's not the best time to accidentally throw away my responsibilities. I'm going to put my personal issues and emotions aside and focus on attachment. After all, patient safety is key and I cannot compromise a life just because I was feeling a little down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hell, no, that's not a characteristic that a true nurse should have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-9155253697675599224?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/9155253697675599224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/9155253697675599224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/satan-youre-going-down.html' title='Satan, you&apos;re Going Down.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i238.photobucket.com/albums/ff93/tankeh/mo/th_smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-8960282928524982701</id><published>2010-09-11T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T22:52:50.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contents are leaking out of my nose(I hear universal "eeewwww"s) and my throat is sore. Have to sing for 2 worship sessions tomorrow-leading in Contemporary service and backing up for main service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I depend on God for the strength and the voice. This is crucial because most of us singers @ Church are down with flu/sore throats/tired voices, and this factor can only be corrected by God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm really exhausted beyond description right now, so shall settle some miscellaneous details and hit the sack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good night and God bless(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-8960282928524982701?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8960282928524982701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8960282928524982701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-4132957041170178009</id><published>2010-09-11T01:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T02:10:03.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes No Difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Removal of 15-minute grace period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Students,&lt;br /&gt;Currently, a 15-minute grace period is granted for students who arrive late for classes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;As part of our continuing efforts to inculcate the importance of punctuality, we would like to inform you that the grace period will be removed with effect from the October Semester which commences on 25 Oct 2010.  Students who arrive after the scheduled time for classes will therefore be marked ‘Absent’.  To help students make their way to the next class on time, lessons will conclude 10 minutes before the time-tabled end time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;It benefits all for lessons to commence on time as this minimises disruptions to classes.  So let’s make punctuality a way of campus life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Whatever. It doesn't make a difference to me. I'm rarely late. If I am, it's because of some stupid jam or other that isn't even our fault(what, we drove a car and parked it in the middle of the road so that there'll be traffic obstruction? Please.). Or some flooding incident that obviously isn't our fault(what, we poured buckets of water on the road?). What happens under such extreme circumstances then? It's really unfair because some people do NOT take advantage of the 15 minute grace period. I never have. I know people who don't.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand why our school has to do it though. If they do not emphasise punctuality and reinforce some form of discipline to attain the compliance of students who do not conform to basic manners, they will be releasing graduates with no sense of time and professionalism, which will eventually lead to a bad name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, 90% of ingrates turning up late for work, thus pissing their employers off and causing them to fire these people(then newspapers will report something like "Increasing Number of Unemployed Young Adults Is Alarming"-PM Lee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-4132957041170178009?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4132957041170178009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4132957041170178009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/makes-no-difference.html' title='Makes No Difference'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-8347439566488034895</id><published>2010-09-09T01:15:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T02:22:54.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Albert Einstein Had Great Quotes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 194px;" src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh185/sohrab12/Gallery/albert-einstein-nothing-happens-b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woke up @ 10AM(Ikr! First day in aaages!) today and then the first thing that came to my mind was "Crap! I've slept in too late! I need to get my butt out of the bed and go and study, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NOW!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;30 seconds later I remembered that exams are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That wasn't the only instant. During FRP duty, I was wondering what I was going to revise today and how I'm going to work the timing around after FRP. And then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thaaaaat's right! I remembered that exams are over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;Seriously, I'm so traumatised and such a major study-holic that I keep thinking that exams are still on! OMG, this couldn't get any more epic! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae248/jellytheone/stefan-high-speed-photography-straw.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 468px; height: 351px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haha, gosh! Ate fresh strawberries dipped in chocolate from Chocz@Esplanade today! Omg, I got sooo excited when I saw that one of my strawberries was COMPLETELY covered in chocolate(this &lt;b&gt;rarely&lt;/b&gt; happens, I'm serious)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shortly after, I met my mum somewhere(had something to attend to which I can't mention here) and we got some mooncakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These mooncakes are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;awesome&lt;/span&gt;. I got these snow skin mooncakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; lotus &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;tiramisu(not so nice)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to try the white coffee one but they were sold out! :( Awsm stuff, y'know! I still &lt;3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AICF whole night prayer worship practice tomorrow! Exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw YOG@USS next Friday, and then reserved Sat the 18th for shopping, shopping and moreee shopping! Yay! :D Awsmness! Gonna be so fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I need to go and continue living my life now(my nightlife which consists of walking around my room). Nightttayee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-8347439566488034895?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8347439566488034895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8347439566488034895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/albert-einstein-had-great-quotes.html' title='Albert Einstein Had Great Quotes?'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh185/sohrab12/Gallery/th_albert-einstein-nothing-happens-b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-3373557789460456488</id><published>2010-09-08T00:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:21:00.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And There Comes My Smile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, now for a less serious post about my day after the LAST PAPER IN THE HISTORY OF SEMESTER 2.1(I've been waiting for this semester to end from the first day it started)! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wheeee! I'm so happy, this is the happiest I've been in the past few months! (: Omg, I'm so excited nowww!:D  Shall sleep for a good 12 hours after this! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I'm involved for just 2  out of like 30 days in some laid-back duty for a local musical called "Fried Rice Paradise" and got to say, it's awesome! The sets are awesome, the cast is awesome, the concept is awesome! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Immediately after the paper, I headed back home to have a quick shower and then for duty. Met someone I know from my course there, and the entire group was fun to like joke and laugh around with! :D Just the break I needed from the damn semester! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also collected my YOG cert, USS tickets and limited edition souvenir pins! Awsm or whuuuut! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, since exams are over, I'm gonna watch these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hanmania.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Watch-Personal-Taste-Drama-online.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hanmania.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Watch-Personal-Taste-Drama-online.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 550px; height: 427px;" src="http://www.hanmania.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Watch-Personal-Taste-Drama-online.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hanmania.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/Watch-Personal-Taste-Drama-online.jpg"&gt;P&lt;/a&gt;ersonal Taste(That Lee Minho is one hot guy)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And other stuff. I'm too lazy to post pics and type(hey, I deserve this acute attack of laziness after slogging, okay!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good night(or rather, morning, but WHO CARES)! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-3373557789460456488?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3373557789460456488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3373557789460456488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-there-comes-my-smile.html' title='And There Comes My Smile!'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-7906804728201949452</id><published>2010-09-07T23:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T00:21:51.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Serious Post That's Gonna Make Me Cry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Exams have ended! This post will mainly focus on the outcome of today's exam, which previously had sentiments like "Damn you, Pharmaco" and "Pharmaco, you suck" hurled at it even before its occurrence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So yesterday, my Twitter showed signs of frustration and irritation towards Pharmacology, the paper I sat for today. I revised until 4AM, and knew I had finished studying the most important things, so headed to sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;However, I did feel rather uneasy. I don't know why, but I just couldn't let it go-to leave it in God's hands.  I woke up at 7.30AM and did morning routines, read the Bible and went back to revision. Sounds crazy, but normal during exam period. Even in the morning I felt panicky and unsettled, and again, couldn't let God handle it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why I couldn't do it, because I perfectly submitted the rest of the papers into God's hands. I'm ashamed to admit that I felt a tinge of fear as I proceded to the essay questions during reading time. I feel ashamed till now, because I'm wondering what happened to my faith during those few seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's the truth, and I'm not going to deny it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can cry, and I tear as I type it out now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God helped me out once again. Every single thing that I studied thoroughly came out for the SAQ questions. It's worth 80 percent, mind you. It's God's doing, it really is. I couldn't have done it without Him. And every single thing that I couldn't remember just before the exam, came tsunami-ing into my brain, leaving me scribbling all the answers from memory, word for word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's God's doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our God is an awesome God, never once doubt that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-7906804728201949452?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7906804728201949452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7906804728201949452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/serious-post-thats-gonna-make-me-cry.html' title='A Serious Post That&apos;s Gonna Make Me Cry.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-1848759145505562515</id><published>2010-09-07T03:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T03:16:01.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Insanity Levels Peak In The Middle Of The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For a module that is worth 3 credits, Pharmaco sure knows how to suck our blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's 3:11AM right now, and I'm still revising. Please don't get me wrong, I am not MUGGING, I'm REVISING. I'm the sort of person who studies, and then has to look at everything closer to the exam(as close as possible) so that I'll remember everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pharmacology is really tiring me out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In between revision, I listened to various songs to keep me alive. Now, my choice of songs may surprise some(Beethoven, Mozart, Vivaldi, Pachelbel) and make them go "O.M.G". It did help, though. @ various other points I would repeatedly listen to "Abracadabra" by Brown Eyed Girls or the instrumental for that song OR I'll listen to some other Christian song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why I'm mentioning my song choices at 3AM, is a surprise even to me. It shows how screwed up my brain is after 2/3 of the exams ended. Till this last one dies, I will not be able to put my head down to rest. I will fight to the end, and do all I can to win the war. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-1848759145505562515?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/1848759145505562515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/1848759145505562515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-insanity-levels-peak-in-middle-of.html' title='My Insanity Levels Peak In The Middle Of The Night'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-507884403840289199</id><published>2010-09-06T14:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T14:41:44.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Age Gracefully, Avoid Regrets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the sake of exams, I even sacrificed watching Camp Rock 2 yesterday-a movie I've been anticipating to watch ever since...like...ever. I was bummed to discover that the movie was to be premiered on Disney Channel Asia on 5th of September 2010...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...which is one day before my Nursing Science 1 paper(which took place rather &lt;i&gt;grandly&lt;/i&gt; today).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd rather catch a repeat of Camp Rock 2 than sit down at the exam hall and screw my life up when I knew all the while that it could have been prevented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank God I set my priorities right, because after submitting the paper and emerging from the exam room, I happened to walk past mutterings of "F*ck my life" and "the bloody paper was damn difficult". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was at that point that I realised I didn't have the energy to regret anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luckily, I sat at that table and studied for 15 hours. Or else, I would definitely be overcome with regret, a feeling that I never want to experience ever again after Dec 2009 ended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-507884403840289199?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/507884403840289199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/507884403840289199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/age-gracefully-avoid-regrets.html' title='Age Gracefully, Avoid Regrets.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-3989995007279023012</id><published>2010-09-05T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:16:08.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Things Go Haywire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One paper down. Feel that I've screwed it up. "How come all that I've worked for came to this?" was the initial question in my head. Not anymore, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm holding on to the faith that God has something planned for me, and when I know of it, it'll blow me away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-3989995007279023012?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3989995007279023012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3989995007279023012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-things-go-haywire.html' title='When Things Go Haywire'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-8489738846552698493</id><published>2010-09-03T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T23:47:39.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abracadabra Instrumental</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wazzuhhhhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My latest tweet reads "Exams are sucking the life out of me(not that I had time to have one in the first place)..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People who know me would understand that I normally don't have a very wide social life. Exams exacerbate the situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exams are really murderous and I'm suffering from indigestion. You think that there's no link, right? But there is! Let me prove to you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exams=stress=eat crap=indigestion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That should be easy to follow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahah okay, for now, I need to desperately get back to the topics on Hepatitis and Liver Cirrhosis(gosh, ban alcohol already! If alcohol supplies were depleted, people would hardly suffer from crap like Pancreatitis and Alcholic Liver Cirrhosis and we wouldn't have to study them.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enough ranting. Need to go back...once exams die, I shall blog about my fantastic(yes it is, despite my 'no life' moments), yessuh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-8489738846552698493?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8489738846552698493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8489738846552698493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/abracadabra-instrumental.html' title='Abracadabra Instrumental'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-298944612638720778</id><published>2010-09-01T20:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:56:28.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Activity Syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm having cramps unnecessarily right now, and it is giving me crap. My health has taken a bad turn and is heading toward directions that are uncalled for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I need to take care of the stress...before I become a type A personality(this is highly unlikely due to my incessant cheerful nature, but you know-the possibility still exists and as long as exams are around, I cannot eliminate that possibility). We all know(okay maybe some of us, but now everyone is about to know) what type A personalities lead to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Type A personality=cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anaayway, my redundant(maybe, maybe not) stress towards exams has caused me to become rather forgetful about my responsibilities, sleep @ ungodly hours and carry out weird activities as part of my daily life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, one may wonder what the "weird activities" are. Let me elaborate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Weird Activities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1)Sleeping at 4/5AM and waking up at 6/7AM &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2)Eating food that I normally would never EVER touch(ie long&lt;br /&gt;beans. My lack of these disgusting things in my diet might explain why I'm&lt;br /&gt;vertically challenged).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) Exposing my house wear to the public(this, I still CANNOT&lt;br /&gt;believe).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4)Re-writing my notes 10 million times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) Despising biscuits that I loved to eat(I cannot fathom&lt;br /&gt;this, either).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6) Reading current affairs magazines(OMG, I hated reading&lt;br /&gt;these in the past).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7) Drinking vegetable soup(what on handymanny is happening to&lt;br /&gt;my body?!?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8)Dumping Facebook(okay this is not THAT weird, considering&lt;br /&gt;that I can't be bothered with it. I'll probably go back after some time. A long,&lt;br /&gt;long time).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9)Ignoring gossips when they try to pry into my life(I really&lt;br /&gt;ignored them. When they asked questions they didn't have to, I just grunted like&lt;br /&gt;a pig and walked off. This is not exactly my problem, because I am not obliged&lt;br /&gt;to answer people who spew shit).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10) People who have used me in the past, are completely&lt;br /&gt;ignored by me now, much to their shock. What did they think? I'd happily let&lt;br /&gt;them use me all the time? There's a difference in asking for help, and using&lt;br /&gt;people. There's a fine line between the two, and it's about time some people&lt;br /&gt;comprehended it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess you can say that exam stress has caused me to become numb and ignorant, which is quite a good thing in some instances(say point 9 and 10?). I know that this is temporary, and once exams are over, I'd be fine. Meanwhile, I shall focus on things that I have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &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/32993022-298944612638720778?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/298944612638720778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/298944612638720778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/09/weird-activity-syndrome.html' title='Weird Activity Syndrome'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-6722342796994123311</id><published>2010-08-30T22:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:10:57.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was like, "OMG, NO!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O.M.G I can't believe this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why does my fave guy have to be the bad guy?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;NOOOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dewei! NOOOO! :(((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh btw, I know I'm blattering stupidly but it's really important. You see, in the Chinese drama "Unriddle", my favourite character...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...oh okay, you want me to shut up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-6722342796994123311?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6722342796994123311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6722342796994123311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-was-like-omg-no.html' title='I was like, &quot;OMG, NO!&quot;'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-7546717977988513289</id><published>2010-08-18T09:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T09:31:19.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wazzuppp</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YOG 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Protocol: can't blog about 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/32993022-7546717977988513289?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7546717977988513289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7546717977988513289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/08/wazzuppp.html' title='Wazzuppp'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-8395730084058297750</id><published>2010-08-15T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T21:52:02.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God. Whatever would I do without Him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 245px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505632598575953938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TGfvraXuOBI/AAAAAAAAAi4/UfHq4J8tJNQ/s320/lalala.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On this day of your life, Jessie, we believe God wants you to know ... that you weren't created to be a failure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sure some things may not have worked out and there have been some disappointments. But all these things helped guide you in a direction that was meant for you. Your life has purpose and significance. Try to be patient if it isn't all crystal clear just yet. For now, just know that you weren't created to fail.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, when I read this, I was stunned. Over the past few days, I did feel like a failure. Fortunately, I have positive influences all around me to rebuke such disgusting feelings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Failure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One is NEVER a failure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-8395730084058297750?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8395730084058297750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8395730084058297750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/08/god-whatever-would-i-do-without-him.html' title='God. Whatever would I do without Him?'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TGfvraXuOBI/AAAAAAAAAi4/UfHq4J8tJNQ/s72-c/lalala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-6357124403298983022</id><published>2010-08-10T23:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T00:42:11.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Idon'twannarelationshiprightnowperiod.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't fall for guys very easily. It takes a lot for me to fall for a guy, which explains why I've crushed on few guys in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looks are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Like I mentioned before, looks coupled with a crap personality is equivalent to being dead ugly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's awkward for me to blog about my love life&lt;i&gt;(or rather the lack of it)&lt;/i&gt;, because since I started blogging, I have kept that part of my life private and mentioned it as little as possible. So why am I digging out such a personal matter right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's because a lot of people are PESTERING me about it. I'm getting very tired of repeating myself. Here are the comments I get...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're already 18 and in Poly, why don't you have a boyfriend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think you should get a boyfriend, it's fun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're nearing 20, it's time to find someone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and of course, not to mention random guys hitting on me(disgusting).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh196/poptartsrox123/public/RaisinGirl.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let me sum it up and put it as simply as possible. These things don't just happen. I've never been in a relationship before, and I'm not afraid to say it. It's true, and I'm not planning to be in one til God shows me the way. So the entire gist is this-I want God to put me in my place, and I know that right now is not the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae250/itsjustshiloh/Photography/1281047854.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 358px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides, the guy that I like should be God fearing-one who puts God above everything else, because that's when everything else falls in place. &amp;amp; OMG, the guy should NEVER use the four lettered vulgarity starting with "F". Major turn off. If I'm attracted to someone, and they use the "f" word, my attraction dies. Instantly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; OBVIOUSLY, here's a duhh factor: I'm not a lesbian, just in case you have doubts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's all about God, and the character, babehs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I want to live a carefree teenage life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-6357124403298983022?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6357124403298983022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6357124403298983022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/08/idontwannarelationshiprightnowperiod.html' title='Idon&apos;twannarelationshiprightnowperiod.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i256.photobucket.com/albums/hh196/poptartsrox123/public/th_RaisinGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-4006439469410753677</id><published>2010-08-09T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T09:47:36.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singapore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medical service'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transport'/><title type='text'>Singapura, Oh Singapura...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm really excited for NDP today! The Saturdays I've spent on site were really worth my time. &amp;amp; I guess I'm a little sad that it'll all end tomorrow. Of course, like I mentioned in one of my earlier posts, I wouldn't be blogging about our hilarious and rewarding NDP journey till after NDP. B)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the moment, I'd actually like to blog about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (Oooh I just realised that my blog is 4 years old! 4 years worth of my life's events here, babeh!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, now back to the topic at hand.&lt;img style="WIDTH: 469px; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.worldexpress.com.sg/images/cultural/merlion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was looking @ Yahoo Answers the other day(I know, I know. People reading this probably think, 'that is such a loser act', but actually it's not- you people who think that should just get a life and be more informed about the questions today's people have. Okay enough ranting, back to blogging), and there was this question about what National Day means to us Singaporeans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, some people thinking that they are bigshot smartasses, left comments which actually diverted from the actual question at hand. So in reality these people aren't smartasses at all, but dumbasses because they actually can't answer the question to the point. Omg, did you ppl actually FAIL comprehension? Gosh. Anyway, I should really stop complaining and continue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How did they divert? They started ranting about our government and education system and forgot all about National Day-which is what the question is about, actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So damn smart. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I'd be addressing that right now. National Day-I'm not gonna preach about it, but I'm proud of being Singaporean and I'll give you 10 reasons why, with an input of Singlish, which I have ceased using since I was like, 15. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;10 things about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Singapore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt; that make me smile! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.Clean and Glisteningreen-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Let's face it. Our City is glistening due to cleanliness. I mean, do you walk around Singapore seeing piss, poop and gloop on the roads and pavements? Hell, no you don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. So rich, seh!-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is the smallest country in the world, but it is one of the richest in terms of GDP per capita. So, it may not be blossoming economically right now(but that's thanks to something that happened like, somewhere else), but it is still stable nonetheless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.Very safe leh!-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Safety, oh safety. You don't get shot down while you go to Cheers @ 4AM in the morning, do you? Sure, there were like, 2 gunshot incidents and criminal acts, but crime rates are not as high as some other countries, thanks to our awsm Police Force and defence system(Y)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.Walao, so smart ah!-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Education. Okay, yes. I know it makes us wanna tear our hairs out and bang our wonderful foreheads on the concrete wall. But here's the truth-our education brings us places, and people hardly realise it. We have one of the best education systems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.Wah! So nice!-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who said Singapore had no tourist attractions? We have such eye-catching places(don't tell me you've never camwhored in any of those, say, Sentosa?) and recently, we had the Singapore Flyer and surprise,surprise-our very own Universal Studios Theme Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Aiseh!-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YOG 2010-The first ever Youth Olympic Games in history is taking place where? Yes! In our sunny little island, babeh! A sports history, yessuh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.We so advanced mah...-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Awsm Medical and Emergency services-Fire? Just call 995 and they would rush there and put it out in no time. Having a heart attack and GTN isn't working? An ambulance would rush down. Having blood tinged sputum but don't know why? A simple test will determine the cause. Technology is advanced here, it's no 3rd world country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.Racial harmony day leh, tomorrow! You wearing sari or what ah?-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Racial and religious harmony. Seriously, what would we do without it? I can't imagine. Our forefathers have worked so hard for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;9.Mummy, mummy! I topped the class!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meritocracy, O.M.G. So you work hard for it, you achieve it. Some others outside, are not that lucky. They work hard, but the reward is presented to someone who looks better, or speaks better, or even worse-whose colour is lighter. We Singaporeans are so damn lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.Wah seh, our president on TV!-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Government-we may think that they'r not fantastic, but they're fantastic enough for us. If they were corrupt, then we would be having water that tastes like shit and food made out of gravel.Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well of course, these are just 10 of the things. I dunno, I'm quite happy with Singapore. Haters just should get a life and see all the terrible things happening out there. These people are either misinformed, or OMG, they don't read newspaper or they don't watch the news or read Yahoo news or maybe they're just blind. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or maybe they should just get a life :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-4006439469410753677?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4006439469410753677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4006439469410753677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/08/singapura-oh-singapura.html' title='Singapura, Oh Singapura...'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-9166335443903934700</id><published>2010-08-04T21:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:45:35.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter Really Is The Medicine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so our NDP uniforms weren't that nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But here's the thing, we had awsm fun, and I've got to say, the officials at our sector treat us really nicely and encourage us a LOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From what I heard, otherpeoplegetscolded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, let's not talk about NDP just yet. Waiting for it to end and I shall unleash all the fun we had! (: I'm itching to post a photo up but shall save the suspense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next up, YOG. Heard our passes and uniforms are ready, gotta collect them soon...oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*@9.44PM: Received a text from SYOGC saying "Collect your free ticket to Universal Studios Theme Park on the last day of duty" (Y)! (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(I will fleet from one topic to another, just to warn ya)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TFlumk_Dg_I/AAAAAAAAAio/RT88DDNVmy8/s400/Laughing+children.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 348px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501550028852003826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attended choir yesterday, and then joined them for supper/dinner @ Mac's. Cheryl bought pork ribs from the Cold Storage outlet below and passed me one. Let's just say that by the time I finished a small piece of rib, Cheryl finished 3 pieces. Period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then, we had Cinnamon Meltz(Y)! (: That thing oozes delight(and cinnamon and sugar). And it practically screams "Eat-Everyday-To-Develop-Diabetes". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On a random note: Have  relatives from US coming tomorrow, and knowing that they love Indian food, my dad's going to little India @ 12AM to purchase thosai for their breakfast. I'm going with him. HAHAHA, why this weird timing? I don't know, or maybe I do but I don't wanna waste time explaining. Buhbye! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-9166335443903934700?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/9166335443903934700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/9166335443903934700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/08/laughter-really-is-medicine.html' title='Laughter Really Is The Medicine.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TFlumk_Dg_I/AAAAAAAAAio/RT88DDNVmy8/s72-c/Laughing+children.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-6788103824427385948</id><published>2010-08-02T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T23:12:28.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritating Singaporeans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay you know what? I feel so obliged to blog about this because every single day, it happens to us. All of us. These days, I've been experiencing it too much, and I feel that I have to blog about it because Imma Singaporean too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And what is this "this" and "it"s I'm referring to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Irritating People Unleashed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of us take public transport, or have to walk around in public most of the time. Well, self-centered people actually make this time of day really unpleasant and disgusting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) We all know the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;people who don't move in&lt;/span&gt;. The space beside them is empty, but they won't move in to give the space near the aisle to someone who is standing up, even if the bus is dayum crowded. Why? Due to the fear that their stop would arrive before the person who sits outside. This is freaking selfish, in my opinion. You won't collapse and die if you move in, and even if your stop happens to arrive before the person, you can always say "excuse me" and alight. That was why the words were invented, for goodness sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2)Now, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;groping couples&lt;/span&gt;. We all know that you love each other very much and have to express your...ahem...affection to your loved ones. Well thank you for publicly revealing your love, but we don't need to know this and obviously don't care. You people can stop groaning and groping each other on the train. It makes people nauseas, irritated and increases our blood pressure which is probably why most people get down at Novena and admit themselves at TTSH. If you really need to touch each other, please alight and do so privately.  And what in rotten apples is up with girls who can't stabilise themselves in the train? If the train jerks, the guys have to catch them quickly and hold them tight, as if the girls were just about to die. &amp;amp;then they hug each other tightly and whisper into each others ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*This is presumably the conversation that takes place*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Thanks for catching me and saving my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: It's okay my honeybunchdarling, I love you so much(that he can't bear to see her jerk just a little).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: *Sobs* Oh, sweetiepie! I could have fell down, hit my bum and gotten a blue-black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: Yes my dear, it's okay now. It's over, you are safe now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; O.M.G, get a life! There are thousands out there dying due to earthquakes, dumbasses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pushers&lt;/span&gt;. They push you and expect to get away with it. They squeeze past you and annoy you to no end. Can't you actually see that there's no space, which is the reason I'm not moving in? And yet you have to slam your body into mine and push me against some painful object to get to leprechauns-know-where. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4) Well, we know that trains come and go and everyone tries to squeeze in before the doors shut. The other day, I was on my way to FOP, and the train was jam-packed. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This woman squeezed right in&lt;/span&gt;, and pressed her body against mine. Hello? What on earth is wrong with you? Can't you wait for about 2 minutes for the next train? The worst part about this is, she was pressing against me and her hair was rubbing in my face. Not just that. She was SIGHING IN MY FACE. Her hair smelled of SWEAT and her mouth smelled of CHICKEN RICE. DIGESTED CHICKEN RICE. So she rubbed her body against me, traumatised me by rubbing her sweaty and pokey hair in my face and practically blew the disgusting air of chicken rice in my FACE. After what seemed like eons, she alighted and didn't even have the grace to apologise. Disgusting behaviour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5) Ahh, our favourite &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;banglas&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone complains about them. Except me. But now, I've something to say. They should stop drinking and then puking in the train because it is so revolting and it's a public nuisance. And for goodness sake, they can direct their perverted acts to a box. The other day, a group of banglas surrounded me and almost touched me. Almost. Thank God they didn't or they can forget about celebrating Fathers Day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;People who smell of smoke and beer&lt;/span&gt;(The Disgusting Drunkards). Can you please like, not spread your lung cancer to us? I mean, we all know you just had your satisfactory drags of toxins and had a trip to the pub to rot your liver. But can you not spread your 'wonderful' scents to us? Because, these 'wonderful scents' actually waft through our noses whether we like it or not and induce the gag reflex which eventually causes us to eliminate undigested food through our mouths instead of the other way round. Normally, the other way round would be much more comfortable, so we'd appreciate it if you took a cab back home. I mean, if you can spend so much to destroy your bodies and kill yourselves, I'm sure you can spend a lil more to just bring the same bodies back home, yeah?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know, these things really annoyed me in the recent past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-6788103824427385948?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6788103824427385948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6788103824427385948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/08/irritating-singaporeans.html' title='Irritating Singaporeans.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-2260862431269959170</id><published>2010-08-01T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:43:22.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Index</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are so many awesome things (and a lil non-awesome things) going on in my life right now, and I HAVE TO BLOG ABOUT THEM, whether I like it or not. To remind myself, I'm gonna list it down and once I get the TIME, I will blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;FOP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My MP3 makeover&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NDP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;IRRITATING SINGAPOREANS&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and whatever else I have to blog about(that happened from today to the day I start blogging)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-2260862431269959170?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2260862431269959170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2260862431269959170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/08/index.html' title='Index'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-5023731962722437478</id><published>2010-07-30T13:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T13:31:49.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Hancock 'Asshole' and He Will Fling You Out Of Your Window.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Call me asshole one more time."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Hancock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 390px; HEIGHT: 585px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://c0181301.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/NE8N8d8c3vhhad_1_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not feeling well today, and feel really weak, so stayed at home. Caught Hancock on HBO(thank God for HBO), and was laughing/tearing 3/4 of the time. It's just too funny/sweet a movie. The name of the movie puts you off from watching it, but when you accidentally flick to a channel and catch it, you're drawn. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, I gtg rest. NDP collaterals to be collected later on! I already know that uglyphoto is on my pass, but I'm looking forward to seeing the outfit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, Jay Chou is a musical prodigy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-5023731962722437478?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5023731962722437478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5023731962722437478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/07/call-hancock-asshole-and-he-will-fling.html' title='Call Hancock &apos;Asshole&apos; and He Will Fling You Out Of Your Window.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-9221913741223125044</id><published>2010-07-28T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T01:24:01.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing it, Babeh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh.Em.Gee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Attended NS presentation, which was a little screwed up, and then attended choir with Cheryl. It was really fun...the company was great and singing is one of my 'things', so it all went well. Just as I was laughing and having a grand time watching Nigahiga videos with one of the choir members, someone announced that we were going for dinner.   So, for dinner we went.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let's just say something really embarrassing happened @ Makan Place&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(IspilledMiloallovermydressandshoesbecauseIwasbusywavingatTambai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;ndCherylwassayingsomethingtome).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's all Imma reveal. However, I laughed it off. Now, I stink of Milo and I'm pretty sure the ants have gotten a nice sniff of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;After dinner, we headed for choir practice. Warm-up was...interesting. &amp;amp; then came the bomb. We had to sing a Chinese song, and when everyone started singing, I stared blankly into space. Luckily, a group of guys had a hanyu-pinyinised version for me. I managed to catch on a little.   The instructor walked in with a flourish, and announced that we were gonna sing a Tribal song. That evoked so much panic from within that my gall bladder threatened to send bile up my esophagus and out of my mouth, which isn't the way it should travel. Luckily, no one knew the song so we were all stumped.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eventually, we learnt the song and it was so dayum fun!  Hahah! Plus there's this Nursing guy who makes everyone laugh their guts out. I know I have abs now...those of you who NEED abs, please hang out @ choir for about an hour and you'd be done! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-9221913741223125044?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/9221913741223125044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/9221913741223125044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/07/sing-it-babeh.html' title='Sing it, Babeh.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-8867148484384776528</id><published>2010-07-19T23:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:23:20.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna Get You Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twilight movies weren't that nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watched them anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's back to school now. This term lasts for a month, of which a week has already been burned. Time is moving scarily rapidly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, NDP is SO fun! Shall blog the whole process someday! YOG is quite happening, too. 2010 is gonna be one awesome year, I predict! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h219/fishyfishy42/photography/6nusnqb.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 440px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-8867148484384776528?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8867148484384776528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8867148484384776528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/07/gonna-get-you-back.html' title='Gonna Get You Back!'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h219/fishyfishy42/photography/th_6nusnqb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-6616907331926750915</id><published>2010-07-06T02:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T02:25:40.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready, Set, Watch The Movie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg this is super cool. I'm on a movie marathon RIGHT NOW! Isn't that awesomeee or what! The last time I marathon-ed was before my course started last year, after which I didn't get any time. Finally, I get to do what I want! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last year, I finished reading the Twilight Saga and wanted to watch the movies, but never got around to watching them. Tonight, or rather morning, I am gonna watch all 3 Twilight movieeees! I've no idea how good they are. The reason for this sudden urge is- the release of Eclipse. My sis watched it and found it pretty good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love the books, and if the movies are crap, I might need someone to standby to protect my laptop screen. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-6616907331926750915?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6616907331926750915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6616907331926750915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/07/ready-set-watch-movie.html' title='Ready, Set, Watch The Movie!'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-9149400126811318063</id><published>2010-07-05T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T01:28:16.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival Of Praise 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TDDD5OnVE0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/M_1xjDTjLtY/s1600/FOP2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490103333707649858" style="WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TDDD5OnVE0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/M_1xjDTjLtY/s400/FOP2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Festival of Praise 2010 is here! Missed it last year cuz I didn't even hear about, pity! I'm not gonna miss it this year! There was this man giving out flyers for this after NDP rehearsal, and I thought it was one of those ads, but the word "Praise" and Don Moen's pic caught my eye, which made me do a quick backward glide and get the flyer! (: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Awesomeee! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, my fellow FOP enthusiasts please take note! @Stephenie, especially! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-9149400126811318063?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/9149400126811318063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/9149400126811318063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/07/festival-of-praise-2010.html' title='Festival Of Praise 2010!'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/TDDD5OnVE0I/AAAAAAAAAiY/M_1xjDTjLtY/s72-c/FOP2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-2799052491006231381</id><published>2010-06-30T14:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:04:45.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Do Whatever You Like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that I'm lagging in my blog posts. Honestly, I hardly have a social life. When I do finally have one, I become too lazy to update my blog life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I just caught 'Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging' on HBO. It made me realise so many things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) I'm not 14 anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2)The lead girl was behaving like a slut. Come on man, you're only 14. Do you need to kiss a guy that badly?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3)I could not relate to it at all, as I did not have the urge to kiss a guy and feel myself at the age of 14. I don't have those urges now, either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay nevermind. I think this realisation thing is going nowhere. It was a cute movie, that's all. Typical high school drama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exams ended, attachment has ended. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So things worth mentioning about attachment&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) I loved serving my patients although my shoes gave me hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) I had a wonderful CI and learning experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) I loved my break friends-Stella, Crystal, Sock Ching. Thank you guys for making it amazing. Fadhilah, it's a pity we didn't get much time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now for the most important things about attachment&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) Singing Spongebob Squarepants and Teen Titans theme song just in front of the nursing counter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2)Dear Jerk, I enjoyed playing the "Eye War" with you. Your finale towards me was epic, and I'm glad you learnt. My friends think you're probably pining for me right now, but I'm sorry-please find someone else for your immature spectacle.&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;Right now, I'm surrounded by Eumenthol Jujubes, Ricola and water to aid my sore throat. Rehearsal today, tomorrow and the final thing's on Friday. I need my voice. Gonna collect NDP security pass and shirt later on(NDP? Hmm long story next blog post, maybe!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feeling pretty sarcastic today, as you can see, but I'm just tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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/32993022-2799052491006231381?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2799052491006231381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2799052491006231381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-know-that-im-lagging-in-my-blog-posts.html' title='I Don&apos;t Do Whatever You Like'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-3106322847461425737</id><published>2010-06-26T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T23:37:09.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till then</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm exhausted. Attachment just ended. Rehearsal last night and training the whole of today. Blog soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-3106322847461425737?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3106322847461425737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3106322847461425737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/06/till-then.html' title='Till then'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-6303636875549802739</id><published>2010-06-18T21:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T22:01:01.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Gonna Stop Praising</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have stumbled upon some facts and came across certain realisations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life feels like a question mark sometimes, but in a good way. I know that whatever God has in store for me, is good and whatever the outcome is, it'll be awesome. So I'm excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, attachment's keeping me really busy and tired thus preventing me from doing other things. 1 week has passed since attachment began, and I have come across so many things which I never did before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wake up call, I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-6303636875549802739?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6303636875549802739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6303636875549802739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/06/never-gonna-stop-praising.html' title='Never Gonna Stop Praising'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-7068074567605914891</id><published>2010-05-29T11:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T11:25:55.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Past few days have been havoc! In a good way, of course(: Completed NSL prac, played Captain's ball @ AIPF family carnival. Actually I've lots to blog about, but another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meanwhile, please listen to this awesome song by DBSK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sP4A468sNTU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sP4A468sNTU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-7068074567605914891?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7068074567605914891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7068074567605914891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/05/past-few-days-have-been-havoc-in-good.html' title=''/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-4985484950837692882</id><published>2010-05-18T01:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T02:03:48.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Babeh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My body is writhing in pain from physical exhaustion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, I did not do any strenuous activity that could manifest into such terrible things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, been pretty busy with school. I love my course, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2.1 is pretty hectic and obviously the more difficult Sem, as compared to 2.2. I can't wait for 2.2! All the Paediatric stuff(: &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;img style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px" alt="" src="http://www.cybergecko.com/njpabga/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not much social goodies going on in my life right now. Hmm, maybe except for the fact that I'm gonna whack Ayam Penyet with Nat and Vivi next week? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bah I should go sleep. (: Night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-4985484950837692882?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4985484950837692882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4985484950837692882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/05/hey-babeh.html' title='Hey Babeh'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-4305155569101824250</id><published>2010-05-11T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T15:50:19.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Have You Become?</title><content type='html'>I can actually tell you what I really think about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I can slam the truth in your face and walk off without feeling the slightest tinge of remorse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know why? Because you're the kind of person who thinks so greatly of yourself without a hint of the damages your personality is causing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-4305155569101824250?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4305155569101824250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4305155569101824250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-have-you-become.html' title='What Have You Become?'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-2034701427476070395</id><published>2010-05-10T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T18:40:41.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got My Feet On The Ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's almost a month since school began. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met up with Cheryl on Saturday. We were supposed to do something, but ended up watching &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'The Backup Plan'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Paused blogging. Attachment placement is out. Crossing fingers and hoping for the usual hospital- Okay. I got it. But it's not the same people anymore and I'm kinda sad about that. I also notice no one was posted to 2 of the wards we usually go to. *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, The Backup Plan was an awesome movie. Everyone should go watch it. I was falling off the seat with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 376px; HEIGHT: 663px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.alexoloughlinonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/BUP-poster-hq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also managed to try &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Cinnamon Meltz&lt;/span&gt; from McDonald's. It was awesome! So worth eating! I am normally sick and tired of Mc's but this was something that was diffrent. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shortly after this, I tried the new &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sour Power and Fascini&lt;/span&gt; creation and fascinating, that concoction was. It is 4 flavours in one, and a colourful one at that! Red, green, yellow, blue. Each strip sent a jolt of bliss down my esophagus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 275px; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.nutsonline.com/images/items/05789g1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That's it for now. Oh gosh, I feel like eating Sour Power :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-2034701427476070395?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2034701427476070395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2034701427476070395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/05/got-my-feet-on-ground.html' title='Got My Feet On The Ground'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-3965158353632319637</id><published>2010-05-07T18:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T19:00:40.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Cats Come Out, The Bats Come Out To Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This song isn't actually all that bad, but I can see Lady Gaga and Britney influence. Style of video-Gaga. Song-Britney. I think I can officially say she has no originality. Plus her hair and the way she walks at 0.46 is like Beyonce in video phone. But I actually kinda like the song. I mean come on. Gaga and Brit are 2 of my fave artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sjSG6z_13-Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;hd=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sjSG6z_13-Q&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Anyway, I'm on 2 days MC and this is because of the pain I get. When I get it I can't do anything. Even lying down makes me cringe in pain. The doctor gave me Tramadol, which is actually really strong. Tramadol's onset is like an hour, but it took 2 hours for me. That's how bad the pain is. I hope it ends quickly. I was supposed to go for a YOG event today and I can't because of this. This is so stupid. I really wanted to go for it. Plus I missed NSL today. Gosh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ever heard Ke$ha sing live? She moves like a drunkard and can't dance for nuts. In fact, the 'clap your hands in the air' thing she does is kinda annoying. However, I love the way she sings "Blah Blah Blah" live. She can really do the whole sing-rap-fast thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, enough said. Wonder how long it'll last before the pain comes back. Argh. Thinking of it makes me cringe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't need you. I'm appreciated as I am! Sorry to trample all over your egoooo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Omg, why does Adam Lambert's album art look so gay? I know he's gay, but he's actually really good looking, so show it! Seriously.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-3965158353632319637?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3965158353632319637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3965158353632319637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/05/when-cats-come-out-bats-come-out-to.html' title='When The Cats Come Out, The Bats Come Out To Play'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-6859364090595841926</id><published>2010-05-02T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:11:07.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comin' Out Your Mouth With Your Blah Blah Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many things I'm giving up right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many people I've given up on right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many new decisions that I've taken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many changes that I've observed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many feelings I've felt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many things in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When a diabetic pricks himself to check his blood glucose constantly, his skin develops a thick protective layer-something that develops over time due to constant external intrusion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When a drummer constantly moves his drumsticks around and manipulates it in such flexible ways, his fingers develop calluses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When a guitarist constantly strums the guitar, he develops calluses due to the friction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just like that now. I have been exposed to so much pricks, intrusions and friction now that I have developed a layer around me. Calluses, even. Now, I'm used to them and dare I say, numb to them. All the shit that life throws, can no longer hurt me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I'm just too nice to people, to the extent where they step all over me. That just changed. I'm still me, but I'm not letting anyone step over me as and when they wish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm still cheerful and will help you out when you need me. Even if you're only calling me for help. But here's the truth babeh-this time round, I'll hold that smile and flip you upside down if you try to step all over me! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With that, bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-6859364090595841926?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6859364090595841926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6859364090595841926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/05/comin-out-your-mouth-with-your-blah.html' title='Comin&apos; Out Your Mouth With Your Blah Blah Blah'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-2403087886891619777</id><published>2010-05-01T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:32:36.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Blow You Away With My Willpower</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are a lot of things I want to forget. &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;&amp;amp; I am determined to forget them, which means I'll do whatever it takes to achieve my goal.&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;Can't wait for Monday. It's gonna be awesome because I'll get to see LSCT before the day starts. Seeing LSCT's face first thing in the week actually gives me this fresh burst of energy that keeps me going. Over the week, I'd see the LSCT time and again, and my energy gets recharged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His smile is like, some kinda Milo drink that gives you energy. Hah! (: Here's to an awesome week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want that Quinn acid washed skirt from Cotton On. Wonder if I'll be able to find it? :/Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gtg now, wanna watch a Korean movieee while grabbing some dinner. Though I've not much of an appetite.&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/32993022-2403087886891619777?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2403087886891619777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2403087886891619777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/05/ill-blow-you-away-with-my-willpower.html' title='I&apos;ll Blow You Away With My Willpower'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-5936565443895509935</id><published>2010-04-30T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T20:46:57.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love God, family, friends, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Subway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;amp; not forgetting... LSCT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-5936565443895509935?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5936565443895509935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5936565443895509935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/04/things-i-love.html' title='Things I Love'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-8924799997715050594</id><published>2010-04-29T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:14:53.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Knocked You Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 496px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px" alt="" src="http://vanityandpride.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/merlinheader.jpg?w=497&amp;amp;h=361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just watched an episode of "The Adventures Of Merlin"! Omg it was awesome, plus the guy acting as Merlin was adorable(: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I decided to wear a dress to school. Almost everyone said...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You going dating today ah?!?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, no but can't I dress extraordinarily once in awhile, loveables? :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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/32993022-8924799997715050594?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8924799997715050594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8924799997715050594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-knocked-you-down.html' title='I Knocked You Down.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-7625628284760615881</id><published>2010-04-28T07:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T07:11:54.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Never Get Monday Blues Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vivian and I ordered TOMS shoes during NS 1 tutorial yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now now, kids. The deed was done only after the completion of our assignments. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have given up on my Pharmaco tutorial for now. I have to wait for the lecture to end, then I'll be able to do it. Plus it was like 6 plus in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay camp blogging and all has got to wait(I'm going for yet another one this week), but I'll blog about BCLS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BCLS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, a bunch of us untrained people gathered on a typical Saturday morning to kiss mannequins and molest their chests. Hahaha ok I'm kidding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But ventilating through the mouth of the huge dummy was no piece of cake for people with small mouths like mine. In fact, it was so bad, that I tore a part of my mouth and have an ulcer. It was a big issue, trying to ventilate. Of course, different people had different problems. Some with compressions, others with FBAO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But eventually, we all got over it and attained our cert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, the moral of the story is- I dunno. We had to get our BCLS cert or we woulda been kicked out of YOG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-7625628284760615881?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7625628284760615881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7625628284760615881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-never-get-monday-blues-again.html' title='I&apos;ll Never Get Monday Blues Again.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-3466921783002336922</id><published>2010-04-24T00:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T00:35:15.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naturally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought that everything would be over after yesterday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then I found out about BCLS certification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks like I can't update yet. After all these are over(and when I manage to take a break), I shall blog to my heart's content! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My blog's starting to look so boring without pics. Argh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hate it when Julia thinks she's a beautician...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/S9HLfBpL8VI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/6zttzQKc0Qk/s1600/Julia+Bullies+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463371556854690130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/S9HLfBpL8VI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/6zttzQKc0Qk/s400/Julia+Bullies+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/S9HLfBpL8VI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/6zttzQKc0Qk/s1600/Julia+Bullies+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/S9HLfBpL8VI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/6zttzQKc0Qk/s1600/Julia+Bullies+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-3466921783002336922?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3466921783002336922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3466921783002336922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/04/naturally.html' title='Naturally'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/S9HLfBpL8VI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/6zttzQKc0Qk/s72-c/Julia+Bullies+Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-5756392639585143807</id><published>2010-04-20T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:01:12.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Master Of Procrastinating Blog Entries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whewww finally back @ home. I need some sleep maaannnn. But I can't sleep proper till...Thursday. Class starts at 2 on Friday, so whoo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg I've so many things to do. Right now, I've gotta complete NS homework, tomorrow I've gotta rush to alter my outfit for Thursday's performance and then rush for practice. And gosh, I still have no idea what to do about my non-existant BCLS notes-_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whatever. I'll just list out stuff that I've done after attachment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1)Out with attachment hommies after the last day. Had a fab time @ Swensen's in Orchard road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2)Attended Choir rehearsals for combined choir performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3)Induction day for freshies(no, I'm not one of 'em)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4)GMs day of prep for FOC(this was awesomely fun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5)14th-16th of April-HS Freshmen Orientation Camp 2010: Ancient Egypt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was awesomely fun as well, and I absolutely have to blog about it...someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So these are some of the major stuff I had. I've got to blog about points 3, 4 and 5 cuz they were amazingly hilarious and :O at the same time! :D Right now, I've got a date with my homework. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I will blog everything after the dance @ Cathedral. Will also blog about that. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &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/32993022-5756392639585143807?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5756392639585143807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/5756392639585143807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/04/master-of-procrastinating-blog-entries.html' title='The Master Of Procrastinating Blog Entries'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-7332310018140957933</id><published>2010-04-20T17:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:38:25.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;FOC has ended and now I'm packed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am officially in year 2, and it doesn't look like a bed of roses. It looks like an iron bed made of thorns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I still stick with the fact that I'm gonna rock year 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna perform again this Thurs @ Cathedral, and I've got to go meet the rest to get the costume. Then, go for practice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shall update tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-7332310018140957933?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7332310018140957933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7332310018140957933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/04/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-8461026548733103346</id><published>2010-04-14T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:19:58.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting from HS FOC 2010!</title><content type='html'>I know I didn't blog for real long. Anyway, attachment has ended and I got an awesome grade. Right now, I'm actually at school @ Freshmen Orientation Camp. I'm here not as a freshman but as a game master hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog more about it later. But right now, I'm at block 50 at school, waiting for the freshies to come! Oh gosh, we've been waiting for like 2 hours can... then we're like all dying here cuz not even a single group has arrived.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-8461026548733103346?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8461026548733103346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8461026548733103346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/04/posting-from-hs-foc-2010.html' title='Posting from HS FOC 2010!'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-3183134949414707983</id><published>2010-04-05T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T00:47:30.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He is Risen!</title><content type='html'>Hallelujah, for Christ has RISEN! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-3183134949414707983?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3183134949414707983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3183134949414707983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-is-risen.html' title='He is Risen!'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-7544760343755813923</id><published>2010-04-03T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:19:56.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&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;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You Jesus for remembering me, even at times when I forgot about You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You for providing me with good times, and carrying me through the rough ones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You, for guiding me and being my best friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="jesus Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i850.photobucket.com/albums/ab62/cakrainvestama/where_is_jesus__by_artlover09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;most of all&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&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;Thank You Jesus for laying down Your innocent, sinless life to save wretched sinners like me. Thank You for bearing the shame while being nailed to that cross, while thousands watched you being stripped and beaten. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You for bearing all the pain, and quietly tolerating the people who spat, cursed and hurled insults at You.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank You Jesus for EVERYTHING.&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="center"&gt;&lt;em&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/32993022-7544760343755813923?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7544760343755813923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7544760343755813923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/04/thank-you-jesus.html' title='Thank You Jesus'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-6725778164452045612</id><published>2010-03-29T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:09:33.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Attachment's going on now. So blogging might be scarce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I'm having a sinfully huge slab of brownie right now, and I feel SO sick. Hahah! And over the past few days, I came to a few conclusions and feel glad about it. God really does play a huge part in my life. Without His guidance, I'll surely lose my way around the jungle that life is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-6725778164452045612?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6725778164452045612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6725778164452045612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/03/attachments-going-on-now.html' title=''/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-3933994698370216655</id><published>2010-03-21T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T11:58:40.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way I Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the joke of  yesterday morning, during OV registration:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Prinston&lt;/span&gt;: Akka, is that girl(points at &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;) playing too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Shalani akka&lt;/span&gt;: Yes, she's only 13, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Prinston&lt;/span&gt;: I know, I can tell.&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/32993022-3933994698370216655?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3933994698370216655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3933994698370216655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/03/way-i-are.html' title='The Way I Are'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-7163640086727130880</id><published>2010-03-18T23:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:06:08.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Versedom #1</title><content type='html'>Do not store for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where the treasure is, the heart will be also. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:19-21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-7163640086727130880?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7163640086727130880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7163640086727130880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/03/versedom-1.html' title='Versedom #1'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-7233172276269841034</id><published>2010-03-12T17:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:53:22.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aravaaram Aarpaatam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG I'm going to Indonesia tomorrow morning at 5AM and I have not packed ANYTHING. Plus, my dad's bringing us out for dinner at 7ish, so that gives me little time. I don't know why I'm pushing it so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I keep listening to Father Berchman's songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I've done 2 productive things today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Found my camera cable(Omg so I could finally charge it and bring it to Indo tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Found my PDA charger(poses no use at the moment but will be highly depended upon in a week's time when I scramble off for attachment).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's not like I was irresponsible and lost them or anything. I don't make such blunders, especially since I cleaned my room and organized the chargers and stuff(yeah, IKR. I HAD to do it cuz I had too many of them). It's because my grandmother thought it was my mum's and put it all in some secluded drawer. -_-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I would like to thank God for: God You know what I'm thanking You for. It's a matter that I don't wanna publicise, so yeahhhh. Hahaha ok off to pack The Bag! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Laterrr!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-7233172276269841034?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7233172276269841034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7233172276269841034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/03/aravaaram-aarpaatam.html' title='Aravaaram Aarpaatam'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-7617627351605863091</id><published>2010-03-11T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T15:08:27.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz You Gave Me A Heart and You Gave Me A Smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Warning: XXXXXL POST AHEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I ♥ Father Berchmans' songs. They make me so happy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I was listening to "Maranaatha" and got reminded of Sharon and Shermon. I miss the two of them tons! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just touched up the bookmarks I made for the mission trip this Sat, and sent it to mum so she could help me with the printing. Gonna collect Chilli bag from Vivi laterrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are many important things I haven't mentioned in this blog-since exams ended and hols began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;- Went around Orchard with Vivi and Nat. Had lunch and got some stuff at F21. Vivi badly wanted those shoes from Topshop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;-Went to church for Mission trip prep. Love the children songs! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;-Hit school to bring Assumption Sec students around OT and Simulation labs in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Thurs&lt;/span&gt;- Won tickets from MTV to catch the premier of Alice in Wonderland! Brought Vivi along and the popcorn was awesome. MTV people took our pictures and Utt was there! Vivi's expression was priceless. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/A/Alice_in_Wonderland/logo/Alice%20in%20Wonderland%20logo%20Tim%20Burton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 411px; HEIGHT: 684px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.fadedyouthblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/depp-wonderland.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 709px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i.clevver.com/fullphoto/203075/500/950/alice-in-wonderland-press-photos-5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My absolute favourites were The Mad Hatter(Johnny Depp) and The Red Queen(I've no idea who played that). Omg, so funny can. Johnny Depp's awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Red Queen&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; *Sees Alice but doesn't KNOW it's Alice*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; What's your name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;: Umm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Red Queen&lt;/span&gt;: Umm?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Alice&lt;/span&gt;: Yes. Umm from Umbridge.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;HAHA! I love the humour in this movie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So that was the awesome fun I had last week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This Week:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trained for JJC outreach programme and then hit Vivo with Nat and Vivi! :D We went around and around and then finally Viv got her bro a birthday pressie from Adidas :D She also managed to get her beloved Topshop shoes before setting her sights on Toms @ the next shop -_-" ! So cute, lol. Then we went into Tangs and I saw this huge poster. The guy and girl had way too much make-up on and I wanted to point it out to Nat. Unfortunately, a salesguy came and stood in front of it. Then he was staring at me as I "admired" the poster. Hahaha then I told Nat "Nat, check out that poster". This dude like turned around and stared at the poster for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;super long&lt;/span&gt; trying to figure out what was up. HAHA. So FUNNY. It would have been funnier if you saw it for yourself!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-7617627351605863091?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7617627351605863091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7617627351605863091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/03/cuz-you-gave-me-heart-and-you-gave-me.html' title='Cuz You Gave Me A Heart and You Gave Me A Smile.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-2145459840912566156</id><published>2010-03-10T20:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:37:23.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gleesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My life has so many things going on right now-but they're not problematic things so I'm really happy. I don't remember the time hols started. But tomorrow, I think I'll be getting a real taste of spending the day in! I'll blog a lengthy post about my excitinglee awesone hols sooon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just placed an order for this bag from Vivi's blogshop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446981916111207058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/S5eRMX_I-pI/AAAAAAAAAiI/fApP0sXS0dM/s400/chilli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It looks awesome! Anyway, I need some food and am gonna get some plus I gotta catch Glee later!!! :D Glee is SO awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-2145459840912566156?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2145459840912566156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2145459840912566156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/03/gleesome.html' title='Gleesome'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/S5eRMX_I-pI/AAAAAAAAAiI/fApP0sXS0dM/s72-c/chilli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-1243782466700651630</id><published>2010-03-08T09:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T09:51:39.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Numero 500</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's the only one who hasn't let me down so far. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a220/mizraderz007/quotes%20and%20sayings/23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-1243782466700651630?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/1243782466700651630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/1243782466700651630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/03/post-numero-500.html' title='Post Numero 500'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i12.photobucket.com/albums/a220/mizraderz007/quotes%20and%20sayings/th_23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-6215257362217160453</id><published>2010-03-05T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:00:58.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;bitchy&lt;/span&gt; talk,&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;jealous stare&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;funniest&lt;/span&gt; part&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you think I care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever met a person whom you become really close to, but in reality, they're just jealous of you and want something from you that they know they shouldn't have? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, that's exactly the kind of person I've been experiencing for the past 3 years. The dumb part-I only realised it last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &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/32993022-6215257362217160453?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6215257362217160453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6215257362217160453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/03/bitchy-talk-jealous-stare.html' title=''/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-1179421422536024277</id><published>2010-02-28T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:18:21.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Startin' The Hols With A BANG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Omg today is the best day I've had in aaaages. Went for morning service, then evening. Couldn't lead worship cuz my voice was down. Thank God Glory aunty and Edwin uncle were kind enough to take over. I'm so thankful to them-sweet couple! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt=":) Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee307/franzella123/smile.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jessika akka and Shoba akka my loveeees came! :D Then we went tracting after the service, and gave out tracts. Then this guy totally eyed me, and Jessika akka was laughing at me. He gave me this cheeky, disgusting grin that was darn embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Loser Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h291/NoLoL126/Loser.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, we went for dinner shortly after that. We planned for "coffee" but had a full blown dinner, lol! We chatted, and left. So our plan was to get a cab. On our way, we met this totally bad tempered idiot who went "Aiyoh!" and got pissed off for small things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We waited at the taxi stand and called cab services one after another, but only got into the cab an hour later. This rude guy screamed at a Caucasian for no reason and we were laughing our heads off cuz there were cement marks on his butt! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG so much funnn! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank God for today, the first time I TRULY relaxed since exams ended.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-1179421422536024277?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/1179421422536024277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/1179421422536024277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/02/startin-hols-with-bang.html' title='Startin&apos; The Hols With A BANG!'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-8079637855142215928</id><published>2010-02-19T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T18:14:13.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imma Be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really wanna hit the lib, but can't find ANY of the cards-which is pretty mysterious cause they usually are in the same place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week's study break week plus FON exam, which just died today. I'm kinda glad it's over. Can't wait for the rest of the papers to die toooo! (: After NSL ended, I chilled a bit, painted my fingernails blue(yeah, yeah, I can hear the nurses saying "CYANOSIS!")-I was quite intrigued with the colour and kept staring at it :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tired. Blog more sooooon(maybe after exams)! (:&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/32993022-8079637855142215928?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8079637855142215928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8079637855142215928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/02/imma-be.html' title='Imma Be.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-4097126632194992616</id><published>2010-02-12T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T17:00:23.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because He's In Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know, leaving things into God's hands really helps. May it be grades, illnesses, liking a guy(yes, like as in LIKE), or what you should do next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just leave it to God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, everything else will fall into place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-4097126632194992616?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4097126632194992616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4097126632194992616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/02/because-hes-in-control.html' title='Because He&apos;s In Control'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-453230629945636875</id><published>2010-02-10T09:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:00:39.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning After Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Morning After Dark- Nelly Furtado, Timbaland, SoShy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Monster-Lady Gaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;True Jackson VP theme song-Keke Palmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;3-Britney Spears(I've been hooked to the song way before it was even officially released)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wanted to blog more, but don't feel like it. So I'll make the the post brief.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AAP&amp;amp;NSL pracs are over and both went well. Well, NSL went relatively well. There's NR presentation today and once it's done, all the presentations&amp;amp;projects for this sem are overrr! Then, I can focus fully on the exams, which I'm not really looking forward to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hahaha and I was selected for YOG First Aid thing and didn't even know about it until a week later when someone else told me. :/ Looking forward to it, though! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I missed an episode of Glee last Wednesday and when I realised it, I was quite disappointed. But then, Star World always repeats episodes during weekends and I managed to catch it. I caught it the day before my AAP prac exam, which helped to me chillax a bit and not freak out over the upcoming stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/S3IQvjvos4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/EJifG_Hyi4g/s1600-h/Glee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436426109424546690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/S3IQvjvos4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/EJifG_Hyi4g/s400/Glee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teeheee gotta go update my MP3 then flee to school! Oh yeah, there's Glee laterrr on! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-453230629945636875?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/453230629945636875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/453230629945636875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/02/morning-after-dark.html' title='Morning After Dark'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JMpUW4uGZ2c/S3IQvjvos4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/EJifG_Hyi4g/s72-c/Glee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-8100802701297285443</id><published>2010-02-01T09:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:36:05.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Pinks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whooo! Baaaack from bonding camp and I loved it ttm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will blog about it soon. Since coming back, I ate cup noodles, kinder buenos and had 15 hours of sleep before waking up due to a nightmare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, today's our showcase thingy! I'm so excited. Later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-8100802701297285443?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8100802701297285443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8100802701297285443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/02/monday-pinks.html' title='Monday Pinks.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-4949878484750546615</id><published>2010-01-28T17:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:42:08.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Work, Fashion Baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Argh! So many things to do! Today I was almost late for class because there was a terrible traffic jam along CJ, SJI &amp;amp; NUS. Almost late. After the jammed area, the driver sped like craaaazy because the authorities said that the bus was behind time. He was also ordered not to board any passengers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought that the brake spoilt and that we were all gonna die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until MH told me what was happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, the past few days have been ca-raaazy and I'm being driven mad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Things I have yet to do(in no order because they're all due at the same time):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Practice dance for Monday's showcase thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NSL e-quiz(It's pissing me off)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pharmaco e-quiz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AAP e-quiz(about to come)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SAWI reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Study for AAP test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Study for FON test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Study for Pharmaco test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prepare for tomorrow's YOG interview and briefing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pack for bonding camp which is TOMORROW OMG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tomorrow, my class starts at 8, ends at 6 and then I've to rush for YOG briefing, and then come back to school for bonding camp, which I'm really looking forward to! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You know what, I've to go and finish up work. Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-4949878484750546615?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4949878484750546615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4949878484750546615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/01/argh-so-many-things-to-do-today-i-was.html' title='Work, Work, Fashion Baby.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-6586011675880852400</id><published>2010-01-24T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:09:54.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I really did the most insane thing ever. I don't wanna type it out it feels awkward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yesterday, I almost died. No kidding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I played captain's ball with my church friends and had lotsa fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, I came home and had painful calves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that, I checked my email and got shocking news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I just feel like crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-6586011675880852400?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6586011675880852400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/6586011675880852400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/01/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-7626297827833416524</id><published>2010-01-21T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:21:42.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have not forgotten the past.&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;I just &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't have the time&lt;/span&gt; to dig it out, ponder about it, cry over it and then get a big fat headache because of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't have the time&lt;/span&gt; to look through things that I'm over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't have the time&lt;/span&gt; to weep about things that slipped through my hands and crashed on the floor, shattering into a million fragments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't have the time&lt;/span&gt; to cry over spilt milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Basically, I don't have time for the crappy things in life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nothinghappier.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 500px; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.nothinghappier.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/time.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-7626297827833416524?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7626297827833416524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/7626297827833416524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/01/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-2784276138116305552</id><published>2010-01-21T04:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T04:10:17.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wise Words Of The Ancestors</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"When you set goals in life, you must achieve it. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've no idea who came up with that. Probably my grandmother. Or my Primary school teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For example, my goal in life was to slam the cockroach crawling on the door with my Anatomy book. So, I slowly got up so as to not startle the cockroach, and then whacked it twice. It fell to the floor, dead. One goal accomplished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-2784276138116305552?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2784276138116305552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/2784276138116305552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/01/wise-words-of-ancestors.html' title='The Wise Words Of The Ancestors'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-4606935823953640783</id><published>2010-01-20T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:28:11.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Bring Me Glee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I love this show! Only watched one episode of it but makes me wanna go back for moreee! It's definitely better than 90210! :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogna.tv/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/glee1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 499px; HEIGHT: 641px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://blogna.tv/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/glee1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glee FTW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-4606935823953640783?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4606935823953640783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/4606935823953640783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-bring-me-glee.html' title='You Bring Me Glee!'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-3193140928644127792</id><published>2010-01-20T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T18:24:58.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Why Guys Are Jerks #2.</title><content type='html'>So, I was like @ the bus stop today, and there was an old lady. A bus came at that point, and she boarded it to ask the bus captain a question(I presume it was something like "does this bus go herethereeverywhere?"). So he gave her directions and explained to her nicely that she was on the wrong bus and since she was really old, he helped her down the bus(God bless him) and said "please ensure that she boards bus 57" to a man sitting at the bus stop. The man was probably in his early/mid 30s. He said "okay" and the old lady proceeded to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's why he's a jerk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#1: She was STANDING and talking to him, and he was SITTING DOWN. He DID NOT offer her his seat, and spoke to her in a rather rude tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#2: He was not interested in what she was saying, and his body language proved that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#3: The bus finally came, and apparently, Mr.Jackass was boarding the same bus. He sped up on the bus, and ignored the poor old woman(who could hardly walk) to climb onto the bus herself. He turned around and WATCHED her as she struggled to board the bus. Then, he sped to the back of the bus as fast as possible and left the old woman to find a seat of her own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 419px; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.craveonline.com/article_imgs/Image/anger_child.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If he isn't a jerk, who is?&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to the bimbo who marries/married him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-3193140928644127792?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3193140928644127792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/3193140928644127792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/01/heres-why-guys-are-jerks-2.html' title='Here&apos;s Why Guys Are Jerks #2.'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32993022.post-8350986032869999003</id><published>2010-01-17T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:14:48.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's Why Guys Are Jerks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 334px; HEIGHT: 480px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://blackliberal.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/jerk-pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm extremely sure this has happened to a lot of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once upon a time, a Semester ago, I was sitting in the bus. Suddenly, a guy walks in. Naturally, I had the urge to see what was the bulk coming towards me. I looked up, and saw a guy stare straight into my eyes and give me the "wassup" eyebrow-raise. Well, yes. It may be pretty normal. Nothing to care about. Then, this guy sits right behind me when there're 3 million other places, and calls someone to say things that I don't want to repeat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fine, sit where you want.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A semester later, he comes into my school(meaning my school, he's from the same institution). So he locks eyes with me, smiles, flirts. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; does the same to 10 billion other girls. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fine, I mean, if he's single and all, why not, right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A few days later, a girl adds me on Facebook. I accepted the request and curiously clicked on her profile to see who she really was, since we had so many mutual friends. I realised that I've only seen her around my Secondary school, and never talked to her. Her display pic had a very familiar face, and her status said she had a relationship with him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guess who?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bingo! It was the itchy-eyes from the bus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The thing is, it happens to me all the time. There are other reasons to as to why I think guys are jerks. It's so difficult to come across a gentlemanly/loyal one. Not that I'm looking for one, but I'm so sick of guys who actually don't know how to be nice, and have a girlfriend for the sake of "in a relationship" status. How would the girl feel? Girls aren't accessories, you know. They're human.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32993022-8350986032869999003?l=smileyfaced.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8350986032869999003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32993022/posts/default/8350986032869999003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileyfaced.blogspot.com/2010/01/heres-why-guys-are-jerks.html' title='Here&apos;s Why Guys Are Jerks'/><author><name>smileyfaced</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
