<?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-32327013</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:47:02.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smileeyface [dead blog]</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-117005687203023163</id><published>2007-01-29T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T15:47:52.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;this blog is dead. DEAD DEAD DEADDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but all is not lost. no, i have decided to use my deviantART journal as my blog! so it's together with my dA gallery (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;click &lt;a href="http://x-aloe.deviantart.com"&gt;HERE ((:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so this blog is officially dead. yep except for the tagboard, maybe, cos it's kind fo unfair to expect everybody to create a dA account just to comment or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;3, gracey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-117005687203023163?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/117005687203023163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=117005687203023163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/117005687203023163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/117005687203023163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116861512340555000</id><published>2007-01-12T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T23:18:43.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>outbreak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;today mrs fahy showed us a scary scary movie about an outbreak of the ebola virus....it corrupted the cells in the host's body within two hours and caused bleeding from the eyes and nose and ears. it spread very very quickly and it was so frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find stuff like that terrifying, even more so than things like murders or monsters or horror movies, because it's real; it can and has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope an epidemic like that will never hapen to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something i've been thinking on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't believe how narrow my life was before i entered RGS. in secondary school, i've learnt what's true happiness. i've learnt what's true sadness. i've learnt what's true friendship. and i've learnt what it truly means to be a Christian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116861512340555000?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116834387588746404</id><published>2007-01-09T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T19:57:55.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of a sec 2 girl</title><content type='html'>today we were having a long boring talk on rs from ms may tan. maybe it wouldn't have been that boring if not for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she told everybody we could ask our seniors, she doesn't miss a single move. and she wanted us to give her our full attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i was sitting right in front, practically under her nose. and i was &lt;em&gt;bored&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got my foolscap and pencil and made sure she couldn't see the paper. she was about the only&lt;br /&gt;remotely interesting thing up front, so i began to sketch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, it's a pretty good likeness. only her face is fat and her arm is like stunted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end she did miss a lot of my moves. but then she can't blame me - i was giving her my &lt;em&gt;fullest attention&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116834387588746404?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116834387588746404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116834387588746404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116834387588746404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116834387588746404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2007/01/confessions-of-sec-2-girl.html' title='confessions of a sec 2 girl'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116800796026767288</id><published>2007-01-05T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T22:39:21.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friends of the heart</title><content type='html'>sze and me were discussing friends of the heart today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's a friend of the heart? someone who's so very dear to you and so it hurts very much when you lose them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't decide people become friends of the heart. there must have been something you liked about the other person first, right? or maybe you were just sitting beside each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also thought: a friend of the ehart is someone you know a lot about and are constantly&lt;br /&gt;learning more about. but then it works both ways: the more you know about a person, the more a friend of a heart she is. it's a cycle, but not a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think everybody has at least one friend of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuition was great today because i was sitting beside mandi. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116800796026767288?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116800796026767288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116800796026767288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116800796026767288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116800796026767288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2007/01/friends-of-heart.html' title='friends of the heart'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116791589197565783</id><published>2007-01-04T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:04:51.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D;</title><content type='html'>i feel drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno why i'm so tired in mind and body. wish i was back in sec one with 112 and everybody else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not sec two that's the problem, i guess. i just...miss all you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Fireheart felt a sadness like ice in his heart..." - Warriors: Rising Storm by Erin Hunter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know when you're really really sad, that's exactly how it feels. all cold inside, and hurting physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i get mood swings. compare the previous post and this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116791589197565783?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116791589197565783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116791589197565783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116791589197565783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116791589197565783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2007/01/d.html' title='D;'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116781338986399844</id><published>2007-01-03T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T16:36:29.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun</title><content type='html'>i'd forgotten how tiring school was. i miss 112 and all my friends lots, but school is fun. holidays bore me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i keep thinking i'm a sec 1 xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and being in buckle house comm is fun. banner painting is fun. being a CAD is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of things are fun! having too many keychains on my pencilcase is fun! giving away presents is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is called counting your blessings. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116781338986399844?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116781338986399844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116781338986399844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116781338986399844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116781338986399844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2007/01/fun.html' title='fun'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116758168310165400</id><published>2007-01-01T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T00:14:43.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year! :D</title><content type='html'>i said everything in the last post (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm high because i FINISHED MY CAP PORTFOLIO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116758168310165400?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116758168310165400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116758168310165400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116758168310165400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116758168310165400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-d.html' title='happy new year! :D'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116755901515559029</id><published>2006-12-31T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T17:56:55.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2oo6</title><content type='html'>well, the last day of the year - a year filled with so many wonderful moments, disappointments, hope, joy, fun, hard work, stress, responsiblity, friendship, happiness, sadness and everything else that comes with secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for what has been the best year of my life so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've learned so much in 2006, made so many new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, everybody in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the best for the new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116755901515559029?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116755901515559029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116755901515559029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116755901515559029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116755901515559029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/12/2oo6.html' title='2oo6'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116723109403014251</id><published>2006-12-27T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T22:51:34.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raindrops are falling...(literally/otherwise)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i think i'm going to be a little lonely in class next year. i mean, not exactly lonely, cause it's not like i don't know anybody. but there's nobody in 210 i can, you know, share stuff with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i must be optimistic! next year shall be a time to rekindle old friendships and strengthen new ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think this song describes me a lot...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Raindrops keep fallin' on my head&lt;br /&gt;And just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed,&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' seems to fit&lt;br /&gt;Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, I just did me some talkin' to the sun&lt;br /&gt;And I said I didn't like the way he got things done, A&lt;br /&gt;Sleepin' on the job&lt;br /&gt;Those raindrops are fallin' on my head, they keep fallin'&lt;br /&gt;But there's one thing I know&lt;br /&gt;The blues they send to meet me won't defeat me&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long 'til happiness steps up to greet me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Raindrops keep fallin' on my head&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red&lt;br /&gt;Cryin's not for me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm free&lt;br /&gt;Nothin's worryin' me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long 'til happiness steps up to greet me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Raindrops keep fallin' on my head&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon be turnin' red&lt;br /&gt;Cryin's not for me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm free&lt;br /&gt;Nothin's worryin' me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116723109403014251?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116723109403014251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116723109403014251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116723109403014251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116723109403014251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/12/raindrops-are-fallingliterallyotherwis.html' title='raindrops are falling...(literally/otherwise)'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116619557121468186</id><published>2006-12-15T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:12:51.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eragon</title><content type='html'>went to watch eragon with sikai and jason today. no one else i know has ever gone to watch a movie with two guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the movie was disappointing...they left out so many important things and made so many minor errors! D: like arya not having pointed ears! and eragon being blond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, it was nice to see sk and jason again. jason's grown taller - or maybe his hair stands up more now. sikai's looks the same as ever, but his voice is deeper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been going on a book spree recently...bookstores and libraries. hmm. books i bought/borrowed from libary to read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inkspell by cornelia funk - a sequel to inheart. about a girl who can read characters out of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the animals of farthing wood - a book about some woodland animals who have to find a new home because humans are destroying the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to cheat on photoshop -  pretty interesting photo editing techniques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fantasy writer's companion - the finer points of a fantasy universe. no idea why i borrowed this - a subconscious aspiration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lady night by tamora pierce - last book in the protector of the small quartet, about a girl training to be a knight. she writes well (the author, not the girl). i read it before, but i just couldn't resist buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the shamer's war by lene kaaberbol - i can't summarize the plot here. but it's a good book (part of the shamer chronicles), and some of the main characters have the gift of making people feel&lt;br /&gt;guilty by looking at them - the shamer's gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116619557121468186?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116619557121468186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116619557121468186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116619557121468186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116619557121468186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/12/eragon.html' title='eragon'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116609635515524175</id><published>2006-12-14T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T19:39:15.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oww.</title><content type='html'>gosh...i must be really unfit. who aches all over after painting a banner? or worse, gets bruises?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school today and yesterday to paint BUCKLE BANNER! the design is loads loads nicer than the bend it like buckle one. actually we weren't painting at all - first we reinforced the cloth looped around the wooden staves by sewing (i helped - there were threads everywhere after that though, and i nearly lost the needle), then we whitewashed over the black cloth (twice! i'll scream if i ever see white paint again. well, maybe not - it was actually quite therapeutic (sp?)), and lastly we chalked on the design to be painted over later (we walked around orchard road for an hour searching for this little box of chalk to buy! -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a long argument over the proportions of the boogie girl...&lt;em&gt;every single part of her body&lt;/em&gt; - face, hair, neck, chest (&lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; long discussion), waist, hips, crotch (...), arms, hands, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end...it was done. despite one of the senior CADs (i'm terrible at remembering names) constantly claiming the girl was &lt;em&gt;FAT&lt;/em&gt;. she sounded like she was having anorexia nervosa on behalf of the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we haven't got our design approved yet xD yet none of the other houses have even started yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met debby spoon (softball) and some of the next year pits, including mandi (spring cleaning the PB room! ^^) in school. didn't talk long with any of them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is straying, and so is my mouse. (not sure what's that supposed to mean...! xP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116609635515524175?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116609635515524175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116609635515524175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116609635515524175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116609635515524175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/12/oww.html' title='oww.'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116589347268572672</id><published>2006-12-12T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T11:17:52.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sighs.</title><content type='html'>sometimes i feel like a caged bird...i wish i could be free of all obligations. i feel so trapped at home, with so many things to do and no energy to do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dread and look forward to the end of the holidays at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116589347268572672?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116589347268572672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116589347268572672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116589347268572672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116589347268572672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/12/sighs.html' title='sighs.'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116554678125619801</id><published>2006-12-08T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T10:59:41.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>four things</title><content type='html'>1. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the last day of chinese tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i think my eyes are infected or something. they keep closing by themselves, and watering, and bright light hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. being a christian is really great...your heart is always at peace, knowing that no matter what everything will turn out fine, and someone is watching over you, you'll never be alone, and someone loves you unconditionally - enough to have given his life for you. Jesus did/does all that for us, the least we can do is praise him, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. my tablet gets more and more wonderful every day! i draw pictures for people now. i'm getting better (but not as good as jaz!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5573/3531/1600/464845/tawneh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px" height="100" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5573/3531/320/221195/tawneh.jpg" width="99" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5573/3531/1600/477829/robinwing-naenori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="72" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5573/3531/320/123985/robinwing-naenori.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5573/3531/1600/882286/warheart-fayte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="50" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5573/3531/320/92220/warheart-fayte.jpg" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5573/3531/1600/14245/stormeh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="62" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5573/3531/320/404753/stormeh.jpg" width="63" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116554678125619801?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116554678125619801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116554678125619801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116554678125619801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116554678125619801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/12/four-things.html' title='four things'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116529296072056284</id><published>2006-12-05T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:29:20.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep deprived.</title><content type='html'>class chalet was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall now give a detailed account of what took place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly i went to the wrong chalet. see, there are two costa sands resorts, one at downtown east and one at pasir ris. and they are pretty much along the same road. so i went to pasir ris instead of downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flo came to find me...i didn't know where i was and neither did she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's generally what i remember of our conversation via handphone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flo: can you describe your surroundings?&lt;br /&gt;me: there's a road sign saying...jalan loyang besar.flo: hey, i see it too! okay, just walk along to road and maybe you'll meet me or sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little while later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: are you sure it's the same road?&lt;br /&gt;flo: can you tell me anything else?&lt;br /&gt;me: i see...a sign saying pasir ris park carpark A!&lt;br /&gt;-silence-&lt;br /&gt;flo:...hey, i see it too! go to the sign!&lt;br /&gt;-we go to the sign-&lt;br /&gt;flo: grace?&lt;br /&gt;me:...maybe there's more than one sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we tried to follow the signs to pasir ris park carpark A so we could meet there.&lt;br /&gt;however, flo somehow ended up in another carpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we played i spy for a long time, trying to figure out why we couldn't see each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flo: can you see...a white building with a green roof?&lt;br /&gt;me:...no.&lt;br /&gt;flo: well...how about a contruction site with a monstrous crane?&lt;br /&gt;me: no...wait, yes. there are two cranes. but one's big, not monstrous and one's small.&lt;br /&gt;flo: how big?&lt;br /&gt;me: maybe three stories.&lt;br /&gt;flo: you don't call that big??&lt;br /&gt;after looking for a green dustbin, various signs, moving white vans, old motorcycles and several other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flo: what else? give me something bigger!&lt;br /&gt;me: well, there's the sea.&lt;br /&gt;-long silence-&lt;br /&gt;flo: i'm nowhere near the sea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got bored and started walking up the road, hoping to perhaps meet flo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flo: i can see a jungle. not a jungle exactly, just one of those tangles of trees.&lt;br /&gt;me: i can see one too! is yours on a hill?&lt;br /&gt;flo: on raised ground, yes.&lt;br /&gt;me:...mine's not. it's pretty small. i can see houses through it.&lt;br /&gt;flo: ohhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;me: maybe it's not the same jungle.flo: IT HAD BETTER BE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cut a long story short, i was walking towards a large jungle on upraised ground when i saw her come around the corner, talking on sarah's phone (hers ran out of battery). she didn't see me! even though i was walking straight towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she found the lost sheep, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chalet itself was fun. we spent time playing games, computer and non-computer. dance dance revolution (not me!), sims (flo got addicted!), truth or dare, i never (or i have) and several card games. oh, and i watched lotr on tv...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got two and a half hours of sleep that night. from about two something to three and three something to five thirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at five thirty i was woken up by the people who hadn't slept at all (everyone except me and flo and nance) leaving the room. they were going to watch the sunrise, so i followed them to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat on the cold wet beach for a long time. i played pictionary in the sand with spoon for a while. then i wandered around making random drawings. (flo joni lisa wrote korean words in the sand xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at around six something we realised the sun was rising BEHIND us and thus we would not be able to see anything of the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we fooled around for a bit more and went back. flo played sims some more (it's a really funny game!) and then we cleared up while the people who hadn't slept at all slept. it was a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we checked out at a little after ten thirty, and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm off to tuition now. longest post i've made in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116529296072056284?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116529296072056284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116485500421776188</id><published>2006-11-30T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T10:50:04.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the next infrequent post</title><content type='html'>my mum says i'm just like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both have this weakness - we're exceedingly absentminded and forgetful. she scolded me for forgetting something just now and then realised i inherited it from her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. but i don't get angry so easily as her. that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is random, but i've always liked the sound of crows cawing. others may say it sounds harsh, and crows are carrion birds and thus disgusting and fierce, but i like the sound. i find it soothing;&lt;br /&gt;to my ears it goes ka-a-a-rrr. i like the a-a-a part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye for now; got to go do music homework and read a chinese book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna rain...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116485500421776188?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116485500421776188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116485500421776188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116485500421776188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116485500421776188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/11/next-infrequent-post.html' title='the next infrequent post'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116453859476638573</id><published>2006-11-26T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:56:34.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yummy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i think i might come to like cooking...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was helping my mum cook a tasty sunday dinner just now. butter rice with cinnamon and raisins. fried salmon and dorab (some random fish we found at ntuc). and - yuck - broccoli and carrot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;can't wait to eat it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and i think my graphic design skills are improving.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116420349559415873</id><published>2006-11-22T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:51:35.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese tuition is &lt;/3</title><content type='html'>today i expressed dislike for chinese tuition to my mum. and she was like "you don't want to improve your chinese?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, it's not me who's obsessed with improving my chinese! it's my &lt;em&gt;mum!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really find it boring. the teacher is...well...fake. her smile is fake and she talks too loudly. the class is always so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes up all my afternoons!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus about another 1 and a 1/2 hours to travel to the place which is in bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this really isn't how i wanted to spend my holidays. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116420349559415873?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116420349559415873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116420349559415873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116420349559415873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116420349559415873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/11/chinese-tuition-is-3.html' title='chinese tuition is &lt;/3'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116401338073639712</id><published>2006-11-20T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:03:00.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>digital art is &lt;3</title><content type='html'>i love the tablet. i haven't been doing much of anything except drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to do a 100 theme challenge on deviantART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love deviantART too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, my deviantart account is tabby-wildcat.deviantart.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and guess what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched anime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; watched anime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's called wolf's rain. it's set at least 200 years into the future; humans think wolves died out long ago. however, they actually gained the ability to take on human form and are hiding among the humans. that's the basic plot. i am unable to grasp everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. off to draw again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116401338073639712?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116401338073639712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116401338073639712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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hang of it. not bad for a first try, i think. (i only used the paint bucket a couple of times, jaz! (; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5573/3531/1600/kitties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5573/3531/320/kitties.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a simple animation of a cat sleeping. took me about 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5573/3531/1600/catsleep.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="129" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5573/3531/320/catsleep.png" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116364915234378079?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116364915234378079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116364915234378079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116364915234378079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116364915234378079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/11/finally.html' title='finally.'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116355550330393070</id><published>2006-11-15T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:51:43.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay (:</title><content type='html'>i have a secret!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a happy secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can tell everybody except one person. no, szemin, it's not _____.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116355550330393070?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116355550330393070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116355550330393070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116355550330393070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116355550330393070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/11/yay.html' title='yay (:'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116334061317757658</id><published>2006-11-12T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:10:13.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzy!</title><content type='html'>F1: Szemin (gets the honour of being 1st cos I got this off her blog!)&lt;br /&gt;F2: Mandi&lt;br /&gt;F3: Jazzay&lt;br /&gt;F4: Muni&lt;br /&gt;F5: Nancy J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M1: Jason&lt;br /&gt;M2: Sikai&lt;br /&gt;M3: Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;M4: Kevin&lt;br /&gt;M5: Stanley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O1: The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien (i just happen to be reading it at the moment)&lt;br /&gt;O2: Rusty, my red panda beanie baby&lt;br /&gt;O3: Kinder Bueno chocolate&lt;br /&gt;O4: My new tablet! (: still haven't tried it out&lt;br /&gt;O5: My flash drive, it's got loads of important stuff inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;questions:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what if F1 and M2 dated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they'd probably get along quite well, not basing on looks. let's see - they both like animals, they both are Warriors (woot!) fans, they both love to read, they're both very imaginative people...(: must introduce you two someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what if M5 ate O1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stanley isn't that insane. or is he?well if he did, he'd get poisoned by the ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are M4 and F2 compatible?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;kevin would start shouting abuse at her. and she'd give him one of those mandi looks with eyebrow raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would you buy 03 as a present for F2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! she likes chocolate. and nuts, kinder bueno is hazelnut flavoured. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how did you meet F3?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i...can't remember. we just sort of became friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how did u meet M1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made friends around p5. me and him and sk, we were inseparable. maybe i made friends with them becaus ethye rets of teh boys ostracized them to some extent. heh, but i'm glad i did make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what would you do if M1 and M4 dated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no way stanley would let jason get anywhere near him. they basically hate each other. boys are like that, sometime's it's hard being friends with both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's the probability of matchmaking F1 and O5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure sze would find my thumb drive very interesting. it has personal stuff inside to say the least. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;does F4 like 04?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, i don't know. probably. she has drawing talent, if she believes she has (she doesn't, what a waste). :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how are you related to M1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's my best guy friend, along with sk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;describe F2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;BAD: emotional. pessimistic. pushes herself too hard. easily&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116334061317757658?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116334061317757658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116334061317757658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116334061317757658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116334061317757658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/11/quizzy.html' title='quizzy!'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116334046480115556</id><published>2006-11-12T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:07:44.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizzie!</title><content type='html'>F1: Szemin (gets the honour of being 1st cos I got this off her blog!)&lt;br /&gt;F2: Mandi&lt;br /&gt;F3: Jazzay&lt;br /&gt;F4: Muni&lt;br /&gt;F5: Nancy J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M1: Jason&lt;br /&gt;M2: Sikai&lt;br /&gt;M3: Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;M4: Kevin&lt;br /&gt;M5: Stanley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O1: The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien (i just happen to be reading it at the moment)&lt;br /&gt;O2: Rusty, my red panda beanie baby&lt;br /&gt;O3: Kinder Bueno chocolate&lt;br /&gt;O4: My new tablet! (: still haven't tried it out&lt;br /&gt;O5: My flash drive, it's got loads of important stuff inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;questions:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what if F1 and M2 dated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they'd probably get along quite well, not basing on looks. let's see - they both like animals, they both are Warriors (woot!) fans, they both love to read, they're both very imaginative people...(: must introduce you two someday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what if M5 ate O1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stanley isn't that insane. or is he?well if he did, he'd get poisoned by the ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are M4 and F2 compatible?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;O.o&lt;br /&gt;o.O&lt;br /&gt;kevin would start shouting abuse at her. and she'd give him one of those mandi looks with eyebrow raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would you buy 03 as a present for F2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah! she likes chocolate. and nuts, kinder bueno is hazelnut flavoured. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how did you meet F3?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i...can't remember. we just sort of became friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how did u meet M1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made friends around p5. me and him and sk, we were inseparable. maybe i made friends with them becaus ethye rets of teh boys ostracized them to some extent. heh, but i'm glad i did make friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what would you do if M1 and M4 dated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no way stanley would let jason get anywhere near him. they basically hate each other. boys are like that, sometime's it's hard being friends with both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what's the probability of matchmaking F1 and O5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure sze would find my thumb drive very interesting. it has personal stuff inside to say the least. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;does F4 like 04?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, i don't know. probably. she has drawing talent, if she believes she has (she doesn't, what a waste). :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how are you related to M1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's my best guy friend, along with sk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;describe F2:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.&lt;br /&gt;BAD: emotional. pessimistic. pushes herself too hard. easily stressed. perfectionist. worrywart.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD: loyal. (yes, loyal.) concerned. funny. hardworking. responsible. a great great great great friend and adopted sister. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if she reads my blog nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what if M3 went overseas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno. haven't been talking to him much recently, except for a few chats on msn. we used to be good friends - i would draw animals for him. i'm really drifting away from all the shps people. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;does M4 look like O2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um.well.in the sense that they're both small. but kevin's a lot more DANGEROUS than rusty. i once told him he'd grow up to be a master criminal. funny, the kind of company i mixed with in shps. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;select an object from the list to describe M2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O1. cos sk's an avid fantasy fan, and loves reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~*~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Is: a hot, lethargic Sunday (well actually a hot, lethargic Sunday night)&lt;br /&gt;2. Got any plans: finish reading Cancer Warriors&lt;br /&gt;3. Dislikes about tomorrow: got infocomm club something AND got to meet mdm roz, both at eight. and the infocomm teacher wants to talk to comm members at eight so i dunno what i'm going to do. i hate that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Friends: hard one. szemin, jaz, muni, nancy, jx, mandi, flo (since she's my sis!) etc etc. and a lot more good friends.&lt;br /&gt;2. Vacation: easy. that one to canada in p5, when we went skiing and sat in a cafe drinking hot chocolate. it was super cold and super nice.&lt;br /&gt;3. Day of the week: i don't know, really. i love them all, each day is a gift. it's what you do in them that matters most.&lt;br /&gt;4. Food: um. why are all the questions so hard!? candy and chocolate?&lt;br /&gt;5. Memory: i don't know - i've forgotten most of them. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Person you saw: my mum.&lt;br /&gt;2. Talked to on the phone: wenyu from infocomm club. she wanted to tell me to be in sch at eight tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hugged: mandi. that hug on the last day of school.&lt;br /&gt;4. Person you texted: my piano teacher, asking her to reschedule my piano lesson cos i forgot i have school tomorrow...xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Number(s) : 4. it reminds me of green for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;2. Song: anything that sounds nice.&lt;br /&gt;3. Color: green! nature, spring, growth, and BUCKLE&lt;br /&gt;4. Season: winter, it's so beautiful when it snows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Missing someone: yes, i'm missing someone. no, i won't elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;2. Mood: absent-minded, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True or False&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a morning person: yep! xD the sun makes me sleepy.I am a perfectionist: nope. definitely not.&lt;br /&gt;I am an only child: nope. little brothers aren't that bad sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in my pajamas: ahh...nope. i don't have pajamas. but i am currently in the t-shirt and shorts i will wear to sleep - does that count?&lt;br /&gt;I am online 24/7: well, no. i know someone who is, though. when she's sleeping she puts her status to away and her personal text to "i'm sleeping". o.O&lt;br /&gt;I am very shy around the opposite gender: no, i spent three yeaars in a  mixed school, with a class proprtion of twelve boys to five girls.&lt;br /&gt;I can be paranoid at times: yeah...usually wondering whether i've got things (dates, times, places) mixed up once again.&lt;br /&gt;I currently regret something that I have done: mmhmm, yeah. (elaboration not forthcoming)&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone: NO. i'm always afraid i heard something wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret: well, if it was a secret, i wouldn't post it on my blog, would i? ha! can't fool it out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116334046480115556?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116334046480115556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116334046480115556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116334046480115556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116334046480115556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/11/quizzie.html' title='quizzie!'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116325544765820973</id><published>2006-11-11T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T22:30:47.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!</title><content type='html'>i'm not going to church at frankel tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum wants to visit another church - moriah, which is in simei. only about 10-15 minutes walk from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's thinking of changing church cos she says frankel imparts bad values (the older girls dress inappropiately and the younger boys are obsessed with computer games etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've gone to frankel all my life! through kss to jss and now sss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(kss=kindergarten sunday sch, jss=junior sunday sch, sss=senior sunday sch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know people here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so familiar! and we aren't supposed to just change church like that. it takes away the meaning of church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church is all about fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you keep changing church, you never get any real fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss everybody. but my mum seems kind of determined. we will be moving, unless she finds&lt;br /&gt;moriah worse than frankel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall try to trust God. whichever church i end up in, it will be the best for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose going to moriah has it's upsides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's much closer to home. and grace zhang goes there (she lives in simei too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll know at least one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still, frankel is...so frankelite, i don't want to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116325544765820973?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116325544765820973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116325544765820973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116325544765820973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116325544765820973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/11/nooooooooooo.html' title='NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116313007688946535</id><published>2006-11-10T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T11:42:24.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for once i can't think of a post title</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;house camp was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well the scond day was fun, the first day...wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe because we had the second day in the aircon 212 classroom, instead of the mosquito-ridden koi pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house comm is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;we played games, but spent most of the time discussing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theme for next year is BUCKLE BOOGIE! the house tee is nice, promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ideas for sportsfest/swimcarn/teacher's day/house orientation souvenirs related to the theme? us CADs have to think of four different types. no one really seems to know what boogie is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, ruth said among the three buckle sec 1 classes this year, our class was the sleepiest. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to get ppl to learn cheers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take videos of the cheerleaders doing the cheers and post them on youtube!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote michelle the massdance capt: "if i could watch a video of my seniors making fools of themselves, i would."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno if they're really going to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've realised something about myself-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm with my peers, i shine. i mean, i was an SL and blah. but with other leaders, esp seniors, i become very quiet and shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's why some say i'm talkative while others say i'm quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to work on that, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yesterday jx asked me if i had a crush on [person's name] &lt;insert&gt;. i told her: "jx, i don't have a crush on [person's name] &lt;insert&gt;. it's a fractured friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said fractured, not broken. because it's not all in pieces - it's cracked, but if you give it time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fractured friendship can heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116313007688946535?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116313007688946535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116313007688946535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116313007688946535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116313007688946535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-once-i-cant-think-of-post-title.html' title='for once i can&apos;t think of a post title'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116290939539117126</id><published>2006-11-07T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:23:15.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bad and the good.</title><content type='html'>yeek! my mum wants me to go for chinese tuition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two hours a day, five days a week for three weeks! that adds up to...um...thirty hours of chinese tuition! oh noooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i finally got a tablet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's genius tablet. it cost eighty-five dollars (haha cheaper than yours jaz!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but can't install it yet cos we don't have space on our table and it's kind of big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;word count for nano is 7000+. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house camp tomorrow. should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116290939539117126?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116290939539117126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116290939539117126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116290939539117126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116290939539117126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/11/bad-and-good.html' title='the bad and the good.'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116279849245592030</id><published>2006-11-06T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T15:39:38.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>list of 30 most memorable things from 2006</title><content type='html'>2nd time posting today, scroll down for the 1st one. anyway-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. during orientation, constantly getting szemin mixed up with evan. -.^ i remember thinking they both had square heads. sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. sitting beside mandi during maths and constantly chanting "everybody hates bala". (i was the one chanting, not her!) either that or writing stuff and making faces on my calculator.  xP (yes i can make that face on my calculator!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. seeing a tremendous improvement in my maths after so much patient coaching from mandi and szemin. thanks loads both of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. being adopted as mandi's sister! &lt;3 and thus becoming a part of THE FAMILY. you guys have coloured up my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. the WEDDING. ah, yes. how much do i owe you for that wineglass, flo? the truth or dare was so so funny! and my cat mask which smelt of superglue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. playing ball with nancy, jx and sze min and muni in the field. nancy's smile always makes me want to smile back at her. smile on, nance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  jx's bday party when we went bowling! whoo i bowl badly. and the CURSED "pea ball". (green and round!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. sad things can be memorable as well as happy things. shan't say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. the afternoon before drama night! just going crazy in class when we were supposed to be doing our OM script! muni is a really funny and unique person! &lt;3 muu! then rushing to wisma atria (yummy fried hokkien mee) and being nearly late back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. that day we got our results back, it rained heavily after school. shared umbrella with mandi to the bus stop. she was going "no no NO i hate rain!" shoudl have made a recording. and you know those low-hanging branches on the way to the bus stop? our umbrella kept pulling them forward and then they would spring back and shower the people behind with water! (sorry kelly and dorothy for that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. being forced to sit on teesh's lap with her arms around me. it was an...um...interesting experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. pit/jpsl selection camp! all those who were there, no need to say more. it was unforgettable to say the least. not always enjoyable, but, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. sleeping in school during last night of orientation! i slept at 2am, and only because they turned the movie off xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. sitting in class one friday afternoon watching phantom of the opera! it has really, really nice music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. nanowrimo! it's still going on (: my story is...well...stereotypical. i like szemin's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. every morning before school. it's become so much of a ritual. and after that standing outside house waiting for a bus. the road is purple in the dawn light, and the bus looks like a squinting monster as it rumbles down the road, because one headlight is bigger than the other. o.O yes like that face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. sitting in the school bus. sometimes i sleep, sometimes i don't. sometimes i play games on my handphone. sometimes i read. sometimes i rush last minute homework. sometimes i peer at the reflection in the window and try to see what the pit who sits behind me is doing (she's usually sleeping).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. walking from where the school bus drops me to block j. it's always so bright, the air is cool and filled with the sounds of laughter, with some bass-voiced band instrument adding shaky notes to the morning. the sky is blue. it's just so...rgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(getting poetic now aren't we?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. the night election results were announced; i was one-third chatting to muu on msn, one-third reading a story on fictionpress (it had lots of bad words in it) and one third-running outside to listen to the announcements. see i can multitask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. attempting to get over a sick obsession. DON'T GO ASKING ME WHAT I DON'T WANT TO TELL YOU. please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. finally telling sze min my crush. on msn. it's a HAD crush okayyy. and i'm not going to tell you who so don't bother asking. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ooh i just realised i have a HAVE crush too. no don't ask!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. waiting in the corridor for exams to start during eoy (never managed to figure out whether it was eoy, end of year, or eoi, end of instruction) week. reading the Purpose Driven Life (it's a great book! read read READ it) out loud to sze min. leaning over the railing and watching those below having fun on the grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. going to far east EVERY SINGLE DAY during exam week for lunch. monday - kfc, tusday - subway, wednesday - bk, thursday - subway, friday - subway. subway rocks. especially the cookies. yum, cookies. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. cleaning the class. i carried water, wiped the lockers, wiped the windows (it's not my fault one fell out okayyy! thanks mandi for helping me wipe the outsides), carried tables, carried chairs, arranged thumbtacks, packed stuff into black trash bags (being at the end of the corridor with the dustbin means you have to clear up everyone else's trash ): ), swept the dustbin area. whoo the water in the red pail i got from block d (or was it e?) turned grey! O.o eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. muu's sweets! so sweet of you, muu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. taking our last class photos lying on the ground outside blk J. heheh. (evan! hurry up send to everyone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. mrs mo turning off the lights and telling us ghost stories after finishing geog lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. going to joni's house to &lt;s&gt;mug&lt;/s&gt; slack before eoys. me and mandi ended up doing lit fa while angie and joni tried to get our attention by dancing in big coats. O.o it was memorable to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. twisting ankles together with mandi on that same day. it was funny - she limped on her left foot while i limped on my right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. the numerous times me and mandi went down to canteen together. on wednesdays she always ate fried carrot cake with chilli sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. the whole class. 11206, you are the very best class i ever had. it's my first time being in a group of peoiple who all looked out for each other. thank you for this great, great year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116279849245592030?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116279849245592030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116279849245592030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116279849245592030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116279849245592030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/11/list-of-30-most-memorable-things-from.html' title='list of 30 most memorable things from 2006'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116278778020412677</id><published>2006-11-06T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:36:20.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sotong</title><content type='html'>even after thirteen years, i am still constantly amazed by my own blurness. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to piano just now. only, forgot which side of the road i was supposed to take 38 from! and thus crossed the road when i wasn't supposed to and waited 15 mins for the WRONG bus. nearly went all the way to the Singapore Expo before i realised i was headed the wrong way. so had to get off, cross the road and wait 10 mins for the RIGHT bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smsed sze min repeatedly in desperation, saying stuff like "i am chao stupid and the bus is chao slow!" it's true okayyy. apparently, she was sitting on a boat with mandi beside her and started telling me stuff like "E boat is v rocky and i can see ppl dropping like flies." all of which did nothing to ease my plight of being late for music lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as if that wasn't enough, i missed the stop! my thoughts were running along the lines of: shoot! i missed my stop. no wait i didn't. or did i? i'm not sure. maybe i did. but i thought it's just down the road. no! i've passed it, i have to get down now or it'll be too late! OH NO OH NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got down and walked back for about five mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end i was 20+ minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me, am i blur or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116278778020412677?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116278778020412677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116278778020412677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116278778020412677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116278778020412677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/11/sotong.html' title='sotong'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116265243854026524</id><published>2006-11-04T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T23:00:38.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11206 will carry on forever!</title><content type='html'>haven't been blogging for a while. too tired at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanowrimo is coming along nicely. 4261 words at time of posting! though actually i haven't been reaching intended target. but now it's school hols, i have plenty of time to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, school hols. 112, 112, i'll miss you a lot. you &lt;s&gt;were&lt;/s&gt; are the best class i've ever had! i hope that even though we'll be reshuffled next year, we'll still remember each other. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another excerpt from nanowrimo, chapter three. i think i'm going to title my novel Broken Bridges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The bough splintered, and for the tiniest fraction of a second I was suspended in midair, my fingers still clutching at solid wood that was no longer there. The impact as I hit the ground caused my vision to go black for a long, long moment.&lt;br /&gt; When I could see again, I sat up cautiously, then bit back a cry of pain as the movement jarred my ankle. I examined it; it had been twisted but would heal quickly. At least I had not sprained it.&lt;br /&gt; I looked around. I had been foolish to stay out this long. In the night, wolves roamed. Winter made it worse; driven by lack of food, they made their hunts even closer to our village. With this ankle, a journey back to the village would be painful and frightening at best. At worst…I did not want to think about at worst.&lt;br /&gt; A touch on my shoulder made me spin around – as far as my injured ankle would allow before a jolt of fiery pain made me gasp. I didn’t know how to respond when I saw Redbark and Kirrie, the exact same expression of anxiety on their faces. Kirrie carried a lit torch aloft, its welcome orange glow all the brighter for the darkness that surrounded us.&lt;br /&gt; “Reni!”&lt;br /&gt; “What are you doing out here? You’ve been missing the whole day. Your mother asked Kirrie and I to find you. Come on, we better get back. Even with a torch, it’s dangerous.”&lt;br /&gt; “She’s not my mother.”&lt;br /&gt; “What?”&lt;br /&gt; “Don’t ask.”&lt;br /&gt; “Reni…” That was Kirrie again, her yellow eyes confused as they reflected the firelight. “Lets go, I don’t like being out here in the – is your ankle hurt?”&lt;br /&gt; I heaved myself to my feet. It had struck me that I had nowhere else to go other than the Shifter village I had grown up in.&lt;br /&gt; “I’ll be fine.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116265243854026524?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116265243854026524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116265243854026524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116265243854026524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116265243854026524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/11/11206-will-carry-on-forever.html' title='11206 will carry on forever!'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116237057840177427</id><published>2006-11-01T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T16:42:58.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>start of NaNoWriMo!</title><content type='html'>netball carn was exhausting today. but fun. the cheering was...screwed, but there's always next year so nvm! it felt great to be wearing the class tee with all the other twelvers today! thanks mandi and debby for all your effort in getting it done! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached home about one, went out again to buy burger king for lunch. barely noticed what i was eating, i was thinking so much about my NaNoWriMo novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, slacked until 2.45, then started writing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i finished 1667 words already! need to do at least that amount a day if i want to hit the 50000 mark by end of november...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's an excerpt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Shifters were made by the lowly god Jebel; a race that is neither human, nor animal. But they can take on the shape of either; each Shifter has a human form and an animal form. Their human form takes on some characteristics of their animal one, and so by simply looking at them, a knowledgeable person, or other Shifter, can tell what their animal form is. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Very young Shifters cannot access their animal forms – only at the age of around thirteen or fourteen winters are they matured enough to reach inside their own minds and unlock their Shifting ability. But often they will know what their animal form is beforehand; it is ingrained into their bones and blood. They are loosely organized into five denominations – the Tribe of Claw, the Tribe of Fang, the Tribe of Wing, the Tribe of Hoof and the Tribe of Small. Each has its own head, which deals with Tribe matters and meets regularly with other Tribe leaders. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They do not live according to these Tribes, but rather according to the habitat their animal form is used too. And thus they are organised into Kin; for example the Tiger Kin is part of the Tribe of Claw, and they live in the jungles of Kezuan. While the Lynx Kin is also part of the Tribe of Claw, and they live in the icy mountains of the Northlands. I was brought up in the Red Fox Kin, which lives in the woodlands of Southern Brinland. It is a green place; abundant with life, with food and water. There are few men, for Brinland is large, wild and reasonably unexplored.  We have an easy time, unlike the Kin to the North, who have to deal with ferocious beasts that hunt them and Men, or those to the South, who are persecuted by Men who live in settlements. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The elders of our Kin tell us stories of years ago, when we used to live further south. We were despised by Men too; called beasts and monsters, caught in nets and pits, burned at the stake or fed to dogs. But I cannot imagine what it must have been like, for I never lived through those times, and am glad I did not. No, we live in times of plenty and safety. Even in winter, we eat the snowberries that grow hidden behind the spiky branches of evergreen trees, and hunt the snow hare that hides against the whiteness. We have to be careful not to kill any other Shifters, though. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We belong to the Tribe of Fang, the canines like the dogs and wolves. And us – the foxes, the grey foxes and red foxes and the white foxes of the Northlands. Our leader is a great Wolf-kin; his name is Greymark. He lives in the North and is a skilled warrior. Or so I have heard, because the only time he ever visited our Kin was when I was three, and too young to remember.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it good? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116237057840177427?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116237057840177427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116237057840177427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116237057840177427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116237057840177427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/11/start-of-nanowrimo.html' title='start of NaNoWriMo!'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116229518069596832</id><published>2006-10-31T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:46:20.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:|</title><content type='html'>who's my best friend, i wonder?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116229518069596832?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116229518069596832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116229518069596832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116229518069596832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116229518069596832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title=':|'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116221711346738841</id><published>2006-10-30T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:05:13.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoo. finally blogger is working again. shall blog for yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only one thing to blog about-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the WEDDING, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was just hilarious. nobody really knew what to do. and with lisa as priest, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mandi and shiing are now happily(?) married (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after that was the party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maryam got drunk on f&amp;n orangeade. O.o she ended up throwing hersheys kisses wrappers into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muni's wineglass of groovy grape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes the wineglasses. WE BROKE THREE. one was my fault, i'm sorry to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(flo i'll pay you back!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most memorably, we played truth or dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking about it makes me start to laugh...those videoes can be used to blackmail people! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not me thankfully. wanhui and chloe make tasty cocktails...even if it had potato chips and&lt;br /&gt;loveletters and orangeade and sprite inside, it tasted like orange flavoured chocolate so it was still nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say. boring boring boring. talks and more talks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, stayed back to do digital portfolio (hogged library comp for three hours+!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like the library teacher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a certain group of girls was making noise, she wwarned them several times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but they continued laughing and generally being loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then...and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she BOOKED everybody in the room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;including those who weren't making noise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like me! muni! yifei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is not fair ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh no oh no, it's happening all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116221711346738841?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116221711346738841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116221711346738841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116221711346738841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116221711346738841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/whoo.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116204546152013601</id><published>2006-10-28T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T22:24:21.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence.</title><content type='html'>i woke up mute today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my voice came back after loads of coughing and syrup (ick). but i'm still half-mute, some words come out just as breaths of air and the rest sound weird. &gt;&lt; my speech is disjointed now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had theory exam in the morning. it was sleepifying. i predict i will get eighty-something. oh well,&lt;br /&gt;highest i ever got in practices was 96/100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got wedding presents last night while dad and little bro were at the arcade. x) they're small. maryam's and joni's (to thank them for their hard work) are smaller than mandi's and shiing's (well they're the bride and groom after all). haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my half-muteness is the result of spending yesterday morning shouting at the class and gorging on chips cookies candy yesterday afternoon while bowling with jx sze muni pearlyn celeste nancy for jx's bday. plus all the pizza satay salad (okay maybe not the salad) in the evening. and not forgettign the tiramisu! :P yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and szemin did our costume yesterday. (sze, don't forget to stuff the tails!) made cat masks after school - her's is black and mine's brown. but, the eyeholes allow for very limited vision. (if we made them any bigger they'd be much too obvious!) our blind spots are right in front - that is, if you're right in front of us, we can't see you. watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at the costume party, please be understanding towards the poor half-blind cat whose throat is too sore to say sorry when (not if) she bumps into you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116204546152013601?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116204546152013601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116204546152013601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116204546152013601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116204546152013601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/silence_28.html' title='silence.'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116185214312504485</id><published>2006-10-26T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:42:23.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results...</title><content type='html'>yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my marks were pretty good, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no! don't kill me, mandi!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i post them here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm really happy right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except for my sore throat. it squeaks (like a mouse!) when i cough and my voice is going really&lt;br /&gt;high. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still happy. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116185214312504485?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116185214312504485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116185214312504485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116185214312504485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116185214312504485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/results.html' title='results...'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116177684489809454</id><published>2006-10-25T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:47:24.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee.</title><content type='html'>couldn't get a tablet today. ): the big ones are all too ex. my mum's bringing me to challenger at tampines (it's having a closing sale) or funan the IT mall soon to get one. (: so i shall just be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha being thirteen doesn't make me feel any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school tomorrow, yay! :D i'm lonely and bored at home. wasted the whole morning today...creatures 3 is addictive. ah well, getting results back tomorrow too. i'm not too worried though, i guess they'll be fine...except maybe maths. and chinese. (yeah i know maths was easy,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm SURE i made loads of careless mistakes. :$)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like doing a long reflection about this year, but maybe i shall type it out first and post it another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116177684489809454?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116177684489809454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116177684489809454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116177684489809454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116177684489809454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/whee_25.html' title='whee.'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116169527937545227</id><published>2006-10-24T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:07:59.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>whoo. just came back from cutting (and eating) birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was an oreo cheesecake! baked by my aunt (: she bakes very very well. yummy. there's still lots left over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was great! had birthday breakfast, birthday lunch and birthday dinner. xD quite full up now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a lot of presents, but great ones! a bag (billabong!) and sandals from my aunt, three angpaos, and tomorrow my mum and dad are going to buy me a tablet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i know i sound very materialistic now. but i'm not. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG BIG BIG thankyou to everyone who wished me happy birthday (and those who didn't, for making this year so great)! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116169527937545227?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116169527937545227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116169527937545227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116169527937545227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116169527937545227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116165848150444981</id><published>2006-10-24T10:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T10:54:41.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thirteen!</title><content type='html'>woots! it's my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can finally honestly say that i'm 13 years old...i don't have to lie about my age anymore on websites xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll blog again later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116165848150444981?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116165848150444981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116165848150444981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116165848150444981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116165848150444981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/thirteen.html' title='thirteen!'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116158712444951264</id><published>2006-10-23T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T15:05:24.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boooooooooored.</title><content type='html'>whee. slack monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't done much except fret about the drama night script (it will be done soon! we promise! i think...) and curse nancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[NANCY! wake up! hurry up edit the script! don't tell me you're still sleeping at this time of the day...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played some creatures 3, talked to a 20-year-old singaporean who lives in perth and whom i got to know through nanowrimo (her username: pherelsis, mine: mousey_brown) on msn. she's cosplaying willy wonka! from the movie!! O.o and her laptop is named Black Pearl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wrote a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...about the post-exam activities thingum, they put mine wrongly! i did NOT put the handling peer pressure or something workshop! i put the multiple something workshop! &gt;D grr. but i guess it doesn't really matter anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got to go for piano soon...theory exam next saturday. better take some time out from slacking to revise. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, well. this is boring. i wish i could go to school and see you guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116158712444951264?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116158712444951264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116158712444951264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116158712444951264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116158712444951264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/boooooooooored.html' title='boooooooooored.'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116152380543409649</id><published>2006-10-22T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:30:05.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>penguin!</title><content type='html'>just a short post tonight, i've got things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made a new blogskin, obviously. yes yes, i know the top pic is too small. that's 'cos it looked okay on my com but when i checked it on my mom's laptop i realised it didnt fit! bleh.): well i'm not changing it now, i've done the skin already! it's very tedious doing skins with only notepad. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i might add in more stuff later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, better go do the script for drama night now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116152380543409649?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116152380543409649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116152380543409649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116152380543409649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116152380543409649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/penguin.html' title='penguin!'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116132730105072363</id><published>2006-10-20T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T14:55:01.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's overrrr!</title><content type='html'>well, the eoys are over. at last, some people might say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not me i guess. they were never very big in my thoughts. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me nancy jx and sze went to borders today after school. (well actually we went to subway first for a drink and cookies - and a sandwich for jx; how can she always be so hungry!?) so we could look at art books and get inspiration from drama night script. we didn't get much inspiration but we enjoyed ourselves anyway. graffiti art is fascinating...there was even a book titled "eroticism and art". coughcough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well i've still got to do some research on art. we've got to get it done by end of weekend so the class can come up with a final copy by mon or tues. heh. even after the exams they won't let us&lt;br /&gt;go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might change my blogskin soon. if i have time to do a new one. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116132730105072363?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116132730105072363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116132730105072363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116132730105072363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116132730105072363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-overrrr.html' title='it&apos;s overrrr!'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116124548949105043</id><published>2006-10-19T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:11:29.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more day to freedom.</title><content type='html'>i realise that though this is exam week i haven't blogged about the exams at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been very stressed at all...i know there are more important things than results and gpas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to say i haven't worked hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the exams were pretty okay. geog today was...the hardest, maybe. well only maths left and then we're FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waa. maths. i just can't memorize all the formulas. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel a bit depressed...there's this empty space in my heart. oh, i understand, and i accept why...i know i shouldn't feel like this, but i can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you ever read this at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116124548949105043?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116124548949105043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116124548949105043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116124548949105043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116124548949105043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-more-day-to-freedom.html' title='one more day to freedom.'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116108214322872055</id><published>2006-10-17T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:50:10.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>docking station!</title><content type='html'>wasted the afternoon playing docking station. at least i managed to get szemin hooked too ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some screenshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5573/3531/1600/creatures.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5573/3531/1600/creatures_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5573/3531/320/creatures_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5573/3531/1600/creatures_2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5573/3531/320/creatures_2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5573/3531/1600/creatures.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5573/3531/320/creatures.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5573/3531/1600/creatures_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5573/3531/320/creatures_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. very fun virtual life game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, i did study a bit of history too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only thing i'm a bit sad about right now is, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel a bit like an abandoned puppy. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it will be fine in the end, i'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116108214322872055?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116108214322872055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116108214322872055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116108214322872055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116108214322872055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/docking-station.html' title='docking station!'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116099993744975816</id><published>2006-10-16T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T19:58:57.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so much better now. so relieved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116099993744975816?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116099993744975816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116099993744975816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116099993744975816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116099993744975816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-feel-so-much-better-now.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116098836246540343</id><published>2006-10-16T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:46:02.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't understand.</title><content type='html'>...feel so confused and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go for piano now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116098836246540343?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116098836246540343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116098836246540343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116098836246540343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116098836246540343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-understand.html' title='i don&apos;t understand.'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116091946348635827</id><published>2006-10-15T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:37:43.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the night before exams</title><content type='html'>funny - it's exams tomorrow and i don't feel stressed or scared at all. hope that's not a bad sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i've packed everything i need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall go play a comp game before i sleep. :P mr dan ang told us to watch a movie the night before psle last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. a waste of time maybe, but i don't feel like mugging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116091946348635827?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116091946348635827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116091946348635827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116091946348635827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116091946348635827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/night-before-exams.html' title='the night before exams'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116083919485518171</id><published>2006-10-14T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T23:19:54.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lot of things to say.</title><content type='html'>i haven't blogged for a few days. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replies to tags 1st:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jazzo - whee! ragdoll is fun to shake yeah :D good for venting stress. what do you mean, you can pass this guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nance - thank you. (: i was real scared and everything, so i just prayed. God helped me...i didn't&lt;br /&gt;do it on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarah - congrats on being a PIT! (: haha. i'm from bethesda (sp? xD) frankel estate church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sze - thanks for listening on fri. i really needed to tell someone other than God...xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muni (can i call you muu? (;) - O.o how did you sign up? lie about your age? but i don't want to le about my age any more! ): i shall wait for 24th October, 10 more days! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now. i have a lot to say...i've been thinking...so this post might be long. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and szemin were chatting on msn yesterday...we realised how sad it will be, leaving this class. i mean, up tonow, i've never really realised how much i love 112 (go guys!). we had so many many problems at first, but it made the journey more worthwhile...so sad, it was only in term 4 that i really made new friends and strengthened old friendships. like deb, when we shifted places (yes, i reply to all your doodles on my physics ws that say "i love grace", i love you too! &lt;33) and flo, and mandi...we've grown very close. i think. (: at least we have on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes - mandi, i'd like to apologise to you. the way you dao-ed me on fri made me realise that,&lt;br /&gt;well, perhaps i've been a bit too..close(?) with you. ever since i've known you have so many problems in your lie, i've been too protective of yfou, maybe? i guess no one likes somone hovering and fussing over them every minute, and i won't do it agaiin, i promise. but i love you a lot. as a sister. as much as a real sister. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and about 112 again. i think even after a year, we're still in cliques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RGP clique #1 - the um, wilder people from RGP. e.g. mandi, lisa, sarah, chloe, becky, angie, evan, teesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RGP clique #2 - the more hardworking, responsible RGP people. e.g. szemin, talia, celeste, yifei, gracia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the miscellaneous clique - for lack of a better name. no way to describe them.e.g. nance, jaz, jx, nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the NCC clique - xD. no need for a description. shiing, chengee, lingxi. more like a minor clique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure which one i'm in, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one last thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this song. it's funny how the simplest songs touch your heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the Lord of the sunshine, the Lord of the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the Lord of the good times, the Lord of the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the Lord of the mountains, the Lord of the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's the Lord of the music, the Lord of the children-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Lord of,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you and me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116083919485518171?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116083919485518171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116083919485518171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116083919485518171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116083919485518171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/lot-of-things-to-say.html' title='a lot of things to say.'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116047767291096694</id><published>2006-10-10T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T18:54:32.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so nervous. i am sorry for being so anxious...i know that whatever you choose for me, it will be the best. not necessarily comfortable, but the best for me. please help me put my mind and heart at rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in Jesus's name i pray, amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116047767291096694?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116047767291096694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116047767291096694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116047767291096694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116047767291096694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/dear-god-i-am-so-nervous.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116031568314089553</id><published>2006-10-08T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:54:43.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>discipleship</title><content type='html'>today in church we learnt &lt;em&gt;discipleship&lt;/em&gt;. one of God's purposes for our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were made in God's likeness. He wants us to be more like Him, to grow up spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and His ultimate goal is not out comfort - but our character. we'll only have comfort in this life, but we'll carry our character into eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a misconception that the Christian life is easy. it is not. God.  shapes us with circumstances - difficulties, troubles, to help us grow. He tells us how to respond like Jesus through His Word, the Bible, and gives us the power to do so through His Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. no. i'm not preaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to grow, spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not about me, though. it's about God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he created me, he created us. quote annie from TMW, "...and everything i am, i owe to you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than church sunday was boring. spent the entire afternoon rushing homework. am still at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116031568314089553?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116031568314089553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116031568314089553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116031568314089553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116031568314089553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/discipleship.html' title='discipleship'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116023344631350223</id><published>2006-10-07T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T23:04:06.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wasting time playing &lt;a href="http://www.dragongamez.com/n.htm"&gt;this game&lt;/a&gt; right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116023344631350223?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116023344631350223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116023344631350223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116023344631350223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116023344631350223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/wasting-time-playing-this-game-right.html' title=''/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116023086751001289</id><published>2006-10-07T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:21:07.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today was a...</title><content type='html'>...pretty uneventful day i suppose. saturdays mostly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for chinese/calligraphy painting today as usual. why does that dog i'm drawing have to be so hairy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the haze was really bad. psi reached 150+. dangerous level is above 100. normal is about 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if its this bad in singapore, i wonder what it's like in sumatra. those poor orangutans and tigers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indonesia's govt has no control over deforestation. and now they can't get the fire under control either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;human beings are so stupid sometimes...when you step outside, you can smell the haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my pet mice won't be affected. they have sensitive noses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ankle still hurts, a little.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116023086751001289?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116023086751001289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116023086751001289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116023086751001289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116023086751001289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-was.html' title='today was a...'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116014462200553346</id><published>2006-10-06T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T22:23:42.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a tale of two ankles</title><content type='html'>today me and mandi both hurt our ankles xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandi hurt her left ankle during pe. she was jumping for the ball and she fell or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me - i was after assembly, my left foot had pins and needles, i was hopping down the stairs with my right foot. and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandi: "grace, you better not do that-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: -loses balance and twists right ankle- "Ow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandi:" -or you might twist your ankle just like i did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then a weird thing happened. i was walking or rather limping to get my bag and my vision suddenly went all bright - there were white sparks all over and i could hardly see. all the noise around me sort of faded like when you're underwater and all the sounds above water sound muted; i could only hear a sort of ringing instead. my head spun and i got giddy, i couldn't stand and i just sat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it subsided after about 10 seconds, but my vision still seemed a bit strange and there was a slight deafness. and i was in...only way to describe it is a...cold sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scary right? i hope it's not some disease or something. :S but i'm fine now. only, my ankle still hurts. i hope it's not really twisted - it's easier to injure it now because i twisted it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pe was fun - i feel so guilty for thinking the weird guy was filing his nails! actually he had picked up seed cases from the ground and was carving them into stuff like dolphins! so cool! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needlework - pretty good. mrs woo returned me my drawstring pouch and commented "grace tries hard." i was baffled by what she meant, but i have come to the conclusion that she meant "grace tries hard at needlework, but fails." xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school me mandi and angie went to joni's house and ordered kfc delivery. it wasTASTYY. (: i haven't eaten kfc for so long. like, months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then me and mandi ATTEMPTED to do work while joni and angie watched youtube music videos and ATTEMPTED to imitate the dancing of the people in the vidoes. quote mandi, commenting on their efforts, "that is like SO hilarious!" ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they called all PIT and POT (PSLs of Tomorrow - JPSLs! :D)  nominees to the pavilion after morning assembly...only to tell us that they would tell us who got selected next week. -.- i want to be a PIT. 've been praying. every night. but God will give me what is best for me - even if it means not becoming a PIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've been praying for you too, mandi. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway while they were telling us i was like stting right at yenlin's/quek xin er's/kristin's feet. they look really big and tall from below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i' now lower sec co-ord for infocomm club. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about all. pretty good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116014462200553346?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116014462200553346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116014462200553346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116014462200553346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116014462200553346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/tale-of-two-ankles.html' title='a tale of two ankles'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-116003869295503102</id><published>2006-10-05T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T16:59:53.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee!</title><content type='html'>today was pretty fine. but i hate long days...they just seem so taxing, you don't even get to go home after lunch. ): but the lessons were okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr tan didn't come for pe(he went to iraq...? i don't think so...) and we got this stupid relief teacher. he sat there the whole time and&lt;em&gt; filed his nails.&lt;/em&gt; like what pe teacher sits there and files his nails during pe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaz i'm sorry if you're mad at me. i noticed you didn't talk to me after pe. was it because we left you and jx out? )': sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during recess me and jx went to the foyer and banged the piano. jx can play phantom fo the opera songs that sound nice. only, i was late for class after that 'cause i forgot to wear my watch sfter pe. luckily zhenglaoshi didn't make me clean the class or do biji or anything. phew. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the lessons were pretty normal. i even managed to be productive in maths! :D well, as productive as i could be while simultaneously being a communications centre for note passing. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school walked to the bus stop with mandi and showed her my picture diary. it's like since may! and i stopped a long long time ago. found it while digging through my bag for correction tape refill. we were both laughing like mad at the entries. she took it home to show her sis so her sis could laugh too. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the mrt i was standing beside two other rgs girls - gracezhang (sec three prefect) and karmin (sp?) from 101. it's not my fault i kept hearing their conversation. and i was smiling and thinking it was so funny that i knew grace, grace knew me, i knew karmin - but they didn't talk to me! even though karmin kept staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know karmin 'cause she taught me the term 2 sl dance, one long-ago saturday. but i couldn't remember her name, only that it started with k. :D i asked grace after she got off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know grace 'cause she's my shps senior. i feel so guilty - she remembers me, i don't remember her! xD but i know her now. first time we spoke was when i was sttempting to sell flowers to her at dance concert. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after karmin got off, grace turned to me and was like, "hi, grace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we talked about stuff. about other shps people, and shps teachers, and our churches. and we both live in simei. although i knew that long ago, before i knew she was from st hildas. i took the mrt home ith her before. she was sleeping and i was reading her nametag and badges. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it was quite interesting. and she's a v. v. nice person. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope we get to take mrt home together again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-116003869295503102?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/116003869295503102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=116003869295503102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116003869295503102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/116003869295503102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/whee.html' title='whee!'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-115995958880084660</id><published>2006-10-04T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:59:48.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orals!</title><content type='html'>just got back. orals were pretty good...the examiner was really nice. very friendly and informal...when i got in i went "good morning sir, my name is grace from 112 and my register number is 11." and he was like, "did mrs loh teach you all that?...she insists on teaching her students all the formal things." and he laughed a lot and we had a real conversation, not just him giving prompts and me responding. he gave his own opinions too! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we were really lucky to get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am now certain that laughter is a good way to relieve stress. before the orals me maryam krystal mandi angie gracia lisa shiing and joni were sitting in the reporting room and playing games and laughing like crazy. while everyone else around were revising all their oral notes. i bet they thought we were all the pai ones who never studied. hehe. but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i brought the small purple and pink toy dog i've had since k2 to school today. he still didn't have a name so i asked mandi and deb for ideas. deb said BB and mandi said tricyclops (because he has a third eye on his belly xD). so in the end we christened him BB Tricyclops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and after orals me angie joni lisa mandi shiing were sitting in class fooling around. watching movies (goong -.- i really didn't get the plot) and taking random photos with maryam's camera. and we were all high, probably because the orals were so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall go (attempt to) do homework now. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-115995958880084660?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/115995958880084660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=115995958880084660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/115995958880084660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/115995958880084660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/orals.html' title='orals!'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-115977614797661074</id><published>2006-10-02T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T16:02:27.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored. boredboredbored.</title><content type='html'>yes really. gahhh. i think school makes me hyper. at home i'm just a lump who sits in front of the computer and wastes time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't seem to concentrate on doing homework...i just feel so unproductive today. i'm jealous of my bro. he has NO HOMEWORK AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course, he's only p4. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must concentrate. i must concentrate. CONCENTRATE, grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-115977614797661074?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/115977614797661074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=115977614797661074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/115977614797661074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/115977614797661074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/10/bored-boredboredbored.html' title='bored. boredboredbored.'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-115945123822079094</id><published>2006-09-28T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T21:48:51.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aah...</title><content type='html'>gosh today i feel really tired both mentally and physically for some reaso. maybe it's the past few nights of late late sleep catching up on me. i don't feel like typing a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was fun. but physics is intolerably boring and incomprehensible. maths was, surprisingly, comprehensible today house comm meeting was fun (i wonder what they'll finally decide on for next year's theme). infocomm club was fun. we learnt how to do podcasts. the teacher (mr koh, our old comstuds teacher) was really slack. he actually gave us the url of a game and told us to go play it. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could type a lot more about house comm meeting but i don't want to. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;z&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;. good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-115945123822079094?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/115945123822079094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=115945123822079094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/115945123822079094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/115945123822079094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/09/aah.html' title='aah...'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-115934765281430317</id><published>2006-09-27T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T17:02:56.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the mandi and shiing thing!</title><content type='html'>zhenglaoshi nearly guessed about it during chinese today! szemin was drawing a picture of a bride and she walked up and asked szemin who she was drawing. and szemin was like "it's not me!" and then mandi cleared her throat very, very loudly and everyone was practically convulsing in laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mandi was arguing with flo that the black box was nicer and she wanted it instead of the red one, and flo got violent. ;) and shiing seems to have committed adultery and got her(him?)self a red baby with an orange nose. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so chinese was really fun today (only i got 27 and a half/65 for the test O.o), even if the rest of the lessons were pretty average. except for geog where mrs mo didn't come and we spent the entire period discussing the plans for the thing. and philo was pretty interesting too! rs was boring...sitting in the hall for an hour...but we were walking back to class after that and joking about the headline in the newspapers if reporters caught the mandi and shiing thing: "Teenage Girls Marry - Each Other!" :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school i walked to the opposite bus stop with mandi and deb. mandi could take either bus or mrt; she said if 132 came earlier than 190 she would take it. and 132 came first, and i was clinging to her arm and begging her not to go! and like one minute after the bus left (with mandi on it), 190 came. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today was pretty fun. and the mandi and shiing thing is going to be pretty fun too! :D i just know it will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-115934765281430317?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/115934765281430317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=115934765281430317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/115934765281430317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/115934765281430317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/09/mandi-and-shiing-thing.html' title='the mandi and shiing thing!'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-115927263466335839</id><published>2006-09-26T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T20:10:34.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>biennale!</title><content type='html'>yes i am blogging! :D well today was quite fun. better than expected...i normally don't really like tuesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geog was...interesting. mrs mo showed us a powerpoint slide that she claimed made some people cry and some people decide not to eat. well, i didn't do eitehr of those, but still...the pics were so sad. they were of poor people with malnutrition, famine around the world. kids, adults, everybody. one paritculary saddening one was of a mother burying her child who had starved to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really lucky to have food and everything. i will finish my food in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will pray for all the famine-stricken people. every night. i hope God has mercy on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesss and art club was fun today! funner (i know there's no such word) than the past many weeks. we went to the singapore biennale 2006! it's this really cool art exhibition which is spread out all over s'pore. we only visited one site - the tanglin camp, an old deserted army site. the whole place looked like a prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the artworks were fascinating. they were contemporary art; very unusual and, well, not just paintings and stuff. many of them were SCARYY. there was one room based on the theme of scale - you know those football games where you turn a handle and all the players on that line turn? and you're supposed to knock a ball around a box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, the room was laid out like that. there were rods stretched from wall to wall with wooden human figures on them. i say figures 'cause they were only in the likeness of humans, mostly wood frames. and some places instead of the figures, there were smaller versions of the football game, built to actual size - which is about as high as my waist. yes. and there were figures inside those too, only made of paper not wood, and all laid out awry. and there were gloves stuck to the handles. with red paint splashed on them. like blood. 0.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were two large metal frames among the rest, shaped like human heads - even larger figurines? three different scales in the room. and there was background music playing. it sounded childish, the kind you would find in computer games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole thing was so freaky, and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another artwork was titled The Fog Is Rising. it's this black painted room with a photo on the center. a humming vibrating oppressive noise fills the room - i stuck my fingers into my ears. you keep staring at the photo, and suddenly you notice that fog is rising around you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, dear. i'm not sticking to resolution #4, am i? xD just bear with me a little longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there were lots of movie clips too. there was one set in a room with some...um...figurines. three mannequins, a man, woman, and child, with faces of electrical plugs. they looked scary, and on the other side of the walkway there were three more dressed in NS uniform, shrouded in caps with glowing eyes...with a merlion alongside, chopped up like a fish fillet. in the middle there was a screen with a clip of a guy jumping up and down (he wasn't wearing clothes but they only showed his head) and going "the death penalty is immoral." he looked retarded. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was this fishtank with real fish and a - but wait. this post is too long already. if you want to know about the fishtank, you'll have to ask me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adiós. better go do RS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-115927263466335839?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/115927263466335839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=115927263466335839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/115927263466335839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/115927263466335839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/09/biennale.html' title='biennale!'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-115909848089871477</id><published>2006-09-24T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T17:01:57.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woof!</title><content type='html'>i just took a Tickle test!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Grace, you're a St. Bernard!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="testresultpic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="115" alt="" src="http://i.emode.com/dog/images/bernard_s.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No bones about it, you're a dedicated, trustworthy &lt;b&gt;St. Bernard&lt;/b&gt;. Loyal and good-hearted, you're as reliable as they come. Your naturally protective personality is reflected in the way you treat people close to you. &lt;!-- br--&gt;Sheltering your nearest and dearest from harm (or bad news, for that matter) is high on your priority list. That attitude earns you lots of gold stars, not to mention respect. People admire your strong morals — and how well you stick to them! Focused, steadfast, and determined, you always aim to please. It's a breed like yours that makes the world a better place — woof!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it true?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-115909848089871477?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/115909848089871477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=115909848089871477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/115909848089871477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/115909848089871477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/09/woof.html' title='woof!'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-115909572110825824</id><published>2006-09-24T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T19:02:01.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yaaaaaaaawn.</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling really sleepy right now...just now i was lying on the bed writing my hcl book review and i just dropped off. and when i woke up five minutes later there was a big inkblot on the paper from my pen. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i've finished rewriting the ending of xiyouji at last and now it's basically about a big monster popping up and burning them all to death. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not very good i know but i can't think of anything else. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have a headache. napping on Sundays always gives me headaches for some reason. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...i'm probably going out for dinner soon. and i've finished most of my homework. i think. except...i have &lt;em&gt;no idea&lt;/em&gt; how to do maths. ack. i don't like maths. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i shall try to be happy. yay school tomorrow. of course, school means work, but school also means friends. (: and we're having smoked salmon sandwiches for breakfast tomorrow! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i like morning assembly. whenever i stand in front of the class i feel like a class i/c all over again. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i shall go out for dinner now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-115909572110825824?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/115909572110825824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=115909572110825824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/115909572110825824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/115909572110825824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/09/yaaaaaaaawn.html' title='yaaaaaaaawn.'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-115902024912923343</id><published>2006-09-23T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T22:04:09.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My second post, because I deleted all the ones before the previous</title><content type='html'>muni just told me about this writing event called NaNoWriMo! national novel writing month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's based in america, but anyone around the world can enter. you have to start writing  at 12:01 am 1st November, and end at midnight 30th November. And in between, you have to write a 5000 word novel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so cool because i love writing. i'm going to enter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the website (&lt;a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/"&gt;www.nanowrimo.org&lt;/a&gt;) says its not about quality, but quantity. because of the limited time you can't worry about characterization and stuff. just WRITE. it's supposed to challenge you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no plot ideas though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh i'm really taking resolution #4 to heart. but my mum and dad are coming to bring me home from my aunts' house to i have to go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-115902024912923343?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/115902024912923343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=115902024912923343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/115902024912923343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/115902024912923343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-second-post-because-i-deleted-all.html' title='My second post, because I deleted all the ones before the previous'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32327013.post-115892287885425717</id><published>2006-09-22T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T19:01:18.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, well...</title><content type='html'>i have decided to resurrect my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i'll be able to keep it active this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the skin is better now, sort of.. .it doesn't take so long to load and it's easier to navigate. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall make some resolutions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;resolution #1:&lt;/strong&gt; i will post at least twice a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;resolution #2:&lt;/strong&gt; i will be more informal and not capitalize my sentences - like what i'm doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;resolution #3:&lt;/strong&gt; i will get rid of typo errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;resolution #4:&lt;/strong&gt; i will not post overly long posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;resolution #5:&lt;/strong&gt; i will keep all my resolutions! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, i hope i'll be able to keep them. exams coming up...at least most pts are over. (: and...i hope i become a PIT. this sounds like a model answer, but i'd like to serve the school as a leader. the interview wasn't that bad but i suppose i said some wrong things. and i was very nervous...even though my SL I/C eileen was one of those interviewing me...i suppose i was lucky, it could have been Quek Xin Er or somebody. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's taking me out for dinner now, so i shall end here. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32327013-115892287885425717?l=smileeyface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/feeds/115892287885425717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32327013&amp;postID=115892287885425717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/115892287885425717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32327013/posts/default/115892287885425717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smileeyface.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-well.html' title='Oh, well...'/><author><name>♥ grace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13359704822291299610</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQLY1ob73IM/SJrBYehzMXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/WMcrVZBOgbA/s1600-R/me.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
