<?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-22999658</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:58:36.435Z</updated><title type='text'>XUN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>228</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-9060062131105824103</id><published>2008-03-15T13:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-15T13:14:05.045Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://writescape.wordpress.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-9060062131105824103?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/9060062131105824103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=9060062131105824103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/9060062131105824103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/9060062131105824103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/03/httpwritescape.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-5405061523810889077</id><published>2008-03-12T16:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:07:12.493Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okok, so I need to move soon.&lt;br /&gt;But I also only have 51 days until study leave.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I kind of haven't started revising.&lt;br /&gt;Which means I need to get a grip &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and work like hell,&lt;br /&gt;or die.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;Cambridge is awesome &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;(Trip yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;Wins Oxford, any day, campus-wise.&lt;br /&gt;One thought of the day?&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to be amazingly clever to get in,&lt;br /&gt;you just need those As, but more importantly, you just need to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah ok, not many posts of the next 50 or so days I don't think&lt;br /&gt;Chase me off whenever you see me online&lt;br /&gt;or else I die.&lt;br /&gt;Jia you everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-5405061523810889077?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/5405061523810889077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=5405061523810889077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5405061523810889077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5405061523810889077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/03/okok-so-i-need-to-move-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-8215462370901590382</id><published>2008-03-08T19:18:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T20:56:16.683Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday celebration with the crew at TGI's today. Best. Ever. Hahahha &lt;3 The staff there are legends, and I don't understand how I managed to make friends with these amazing people, I swear I don't deserve half the things I've got, thank you so much everyone. &lt;3 Haha it's just, we somehow manage to have so much fun each time we meet up despite complete clashes in personality and I just really like how we manage to stick together anyway. Thank you so much everyone, you guys are absolutely crazy (in a good way) hahaha it's faantastic. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do you document real life, when real life's getting more like fiction every day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After TGI's, went around Kingston, looking for more freebies xD (Got free balloons + dessert + best rendition of the birthday song ever xD at TGI's). Then left the crew, went with Cathy and Jess to find Johnny and Georgia, and saw James as well! Hehehhe, love meeting new people. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, played hockey for the first time in close to 2 years on Friday, it was the best thing ever. Despite rustiness, it just felt natural, you know, most relaxed/fun I've been in the longest time. Best feeling ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the week:&lt;br /&gt;"Aw Xun I want to be happy man!"&lt;br /&gt;-Kirstie, in that very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kirstie&lt;/span&gt; way xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to everyone once again, I know my birthday was over 3 days ago, but still, it's been the most amazing thing ever! Hehehe, and I really hope everyone's happy, because recently I've found that no matter how impossible things seem to look, they always manage to work out in the end, somehow, given time.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I really need to move from this space.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-8215462370901590382?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/8215462370901590382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=8215462370901590382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8215462370901590382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8215462370901590382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/03/wouldnt-you-think-my-collections.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-5138244127712459603</id><published>2008-03-05T17:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:13:36.477Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*SPAZ SPAZ SPAZ*&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehhe&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehhehehe&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;br /&gt;I'M 17!&lt;br /&gt;AH. AH. AHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot put into words the amazingness/LEGEND that was today. No. Way. Totally spazzed right now, especially after CUTE BUSKER GUY &lt;3 PM-ed me on Facebook! OHMYGOD. Hahahahaha however Sarah managed that, it TOTALLY made my day, even after the amazingness that was school, and this morning, when my mum arrived. Hahahhaa, ohmygod, just made it alllll complete xD School was just absolutely, CRAZY. Wishes from everyone (as early as MONDAY), even people I've never really spoken to before, wishes from people in upper and lower years, and heavy hinting of really exciting things to come... Ohmygod, it's been absolutely crazyyyyy! Wishes even from teachers! Not to forget, of course, the many msges from all of you back home, especially the VJ girls, who called &lt;3 THANKYOUSOMUCH, you don't understand how much that meant to me. xD Also, of course my brother who called at midnight! Hahahahhaah I'd just fallen asleep after the previous call, so was kind of groggy and half asleep and when I woke up was wondering whether it had actually happened, but apparently, it had. xD Hahha so I didn't imagine the details after all. xD Hahahah THANK YOU LA, KOR &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of overwhelming, really. hahaha, this is turning into such a serious post, after all the hypeness I've just done over MSN, and really, throughout the course of the day. Hahaha it's been brilliant, I've had 3 cakes. xD It's crazyyyy, I mean, you recieve all these well wishes from this whole host of people/friends, and even people you hardly know and really, you just think, "I'M NOT WORTHY", *bows* HAHA. the number of times that crossed my mind today was absolutely crazyyyyy, I don't understand how today happened, but it did, and for that I'm just so so grateful, thanks so much everyone. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha it's also absolutely the most brilliant thing to recieve msges from people you least expect it from, and people you thought would have forgotten you for sure after being absent from each other's lives for so long, thank you so much, you know who you are &lt;3 (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note though, I now have a fringe! xD First one in 4 years! Hehehehe waheyyy! ^^ Will post a picture soon, (: (&amp;amp; so as not to break the paragraph-trend, here: &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you around guys, what a way to kickstart what promises to be another difficult, but absolutely brilliantly amazing year. (: &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-5138244127712459603?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/5138244127712459603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=5138244127712459603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5138244127712459603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5138244127712459603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/03/spaz-spaz-spaz-hehehehehhe.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-7529329716899507829</id><published>2008-03-04T18:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:04:34.111Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE LEGEND THAT WAS TODAY. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[One.] AUDITIONS. Weren't as bad as I thought they'd be, I freaked out all through the morning, was really nervous at the start, but when Ms Holmes said, "Right I really need you to convince me now" halfway through the song, something just clicked, and it just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flowed&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha I dunno if I'm in, but that isn't really the point right now. hahaha, I'm just really really glad I went through with it, and tried my best, in a way I've never done before. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Two.] &lt;a href="http://www.headstartcourses.org.uk/courses.php"&gt;HEADSTART.&lt;/a&gt; YES. I'M IN. Biochemical Engineering at UCL in the summer, OMG. I never thought I'd ever get to say that in my life, but yes, I'M IN. As long as the school lets me off for a couple of days, of course. Which may or may not happen, BUT. You. Do not. Understand. How. Unbelievable. This. Is. OMG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Three.]  2-4th Birthday wish today! First was actually on Monday, by Katy, who I hardly spoke to but sure. xD AND, got my first birthday cake of the year today as well, from Ruth! xD Ah, absolute legends. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Four.] WE DID &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LET IT BE&lt;/span&gt; IN GOSPEL IN GENERAL STUDIES TODAY IT WAS SO MUCH FUN. And, I made a new friend! xD At the bus stop, he's cool. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Five.] Cambridge trip next Tuesday! Hehehe it'll be so much fun, nightmare having to get to King's Cross that early though, gahh. Ahhwell, it'll be amazing! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Six.] Turning 17 tomorrow, but more important than that, MY MUM'S COMING! Heheheh ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Seven.] Only downside? We got our exam timetables today! HAHAHA AHHHHGHGHGHGHHHH! Stupid stupid AS levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, after tomorrow, ALEVELS OWN MY SOUL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-7529329716899507829?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/7529329716899507829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=7529329716899507829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/7529329716899507829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/7529329716899507829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-do-not-understand-legend-that-was.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-8887651975231633377</id><published>2008-03-02T16:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T17:08:46.060Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy March everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..there are Chamber choir auditions on Tuesday, and my voice has been going, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; now gone. I tried talking for the first time today like 2 minutes ago, and you could totally hear it just straining to get out. Read: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talking&lt;/span&gt;. The best news? I drank like 6 bottles of 750ml water yesterday, and 3 so far today (it's only 445pm) + about 500ml of honey water, NOT WORKING OMG DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come the one time I really need it to work, it doesn't, and the times when it matters, I can spontaneously burst into song at the most inappropriate times? Sucks man. I mean, this is important to me! Haha, doesn't help that I can't sight sing. Ughhhh. Wish me luck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough feeling sorry for myself. Today's actually been a good day, voice issues aside. I mean, ABIGAIL TAN came online, and we talked, for the first time since the Summer, I've missed her so much. And more and more people are getting webcams, which = more fun, Crys seems to be settling in in Australia, and I'm still very excited for her, and we're all still very, VERY game for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SECRET PROJECT #1&lt;/span&gt;, and I just got told my writing's good (BEST compliment, for me. Thanks again la, you know who you are, if you read this) by the last person I expected it from, and I have these great new friends with whom I have so much fun - which reminds me, I have yet to mention the amazingness that = friends. Hahaha. Let's just say they're the most amazing people, ever, and for the short time we've known each other, we've realised how different we all really are, but that doesn't matter because there were no fronts put up, right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, way to brighten up the mood! Back to more drinking (YEAHX ALCOHOLX MANX), and biology coursework. ALEVELS OWN MY SOUL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-8887651975231633377?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/8887651975231633377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=8887651975231633377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8887651975231633377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8887651975231633377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-march-everyone-so.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-6805467890567845009</id><published>2008-02-28T22:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:37:14.847Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hiatus seems to be off? Yeah okay, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Gospel. Is. The. Best. So. Much. Fun. Cannot believe I'm saying general studies is fun - MrStarbuck is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;legend&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Chamber choir auditions on Monday, kind of a little bit dead, didn't realise, haven't prepared song, AND I CAN'T SIGHT SING. Ah! Right now choice of songs is: Bridge Over Troubled Water; Desperado and Hero (the Mariah Carey one). Will need to find the score for BOTW if I do it; Desperado's quite good, but dunno bout the range, really. Hero's just too.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hard&lt;/span&gt;. xD But then it's a good range! hahaha dunno la. Ohyeah, Think Of Me was also on the choice list, don't think I'll be able to reach that end note in front of people though. Hahaha, comments? email me la. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I have 2 pieces of coursework, about 6 other major assignments PLUS auditions, all due in for Monday. The joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) GBK (Gourmet Burger Kitchen) with the crew tomorrrow! (The non-Tiffin one) Birthday treat, should be fun. ^^ Instead of rave at Cathy's cos of stupid work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) AUDITIONS OMG HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthanksbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-6805467890567845009?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/6805467890567845009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=6805467890567845009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6805467890567845009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6805467890567845009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/02/hiatus-seems-to-be-off-yeah-okay-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-6697605488311774774</id><published>2008-02-21T23:27:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:31:49.639Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm just a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little &lt;/span&gt;bit annoyed atm.&lt;br /&gt;Poetry.com? Scam. Search google.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, instinct kept telling me it was too good to be true, and the letters &amp;amp; emails they sent me were too pretentiously flattering to make any sense. But I tried to believe it anyway, ignoring that voice at the back of my mind until I tried to find proof for it.&lt;br /&gt;I mean pleeeeaaase, you have to pay for your own award? Hah, what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;So much for getting published, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighter note? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Umbrellas&lt;/span&gt; have good lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still miffed.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS A DREAM, IDIOTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dance of the Skeletons&lt;/span&gt; on fanfiction.net lah. Even if you aren't a Titan fan, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is so tired I have to read each word individually at the exact right pace to take in the message, wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-6697605488311774774?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/6697605488311774774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=6697605488311774774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6697605488311774774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6697605488311774774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-im-just-little-bit-annoyed-atm.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-4264794407379479416</id><published>2008-02-18T18:29:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:00:17.202Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No, I'm still on hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I'm back for the next 2 minutes to try to set a couple of reminders of thoughts that've been running through my head (that I can remember atm), because it doesn't look like my journal's gonna be updated any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One. My first piece of writing in a very long time, that I haven't been completely disgusted with. I hope you like it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shhh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="storytext" id="storytext" class="storytext"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Silence refers to that noise in the background, that low, rumbling hum, never noticed until it is gone, or magnified a thousand times over until it is all that can be heard as it fills ears with its mumbled growl that passes for a sound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Silence refers to the thoughts in your mind clamouring for attention, never acknowledged, never fully realised until all obvious, possible other sources have been explored and your mind quietens and in its state of relaxed tension, realises the existence of these thoughts, allowing the silence to break for a split second, for that one idea to escape.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Silence comes in the form of bangs and explosions, whizzes and devastation a thousand miles away, never heard of until lives are lost, and hearts are irreparably broken. With silence, comes consequence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Silence also in the form of complete exhilaration, quiet joy shining through the brightest smile, louder than anything you can ever hope to hear. Silence, brought about by understanding – communication through the eyes; secrets conveyed with unspoken words; a lover’s touch, family’s hug.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Silence is that of wind moving water, gravity pushing the earth as it spins and spins and spins, with no more effort than what is necessary, bringing with it a form of contentment as patience is bred.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Silence unacknowledged, done injustice by the frequent need for disaster, churning thoughts, butterfly-filled stomachs, and the lack of good will. In that split second between a footfall and the snapping of a twig on a forest floor of dry leaves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A motif. Beauty – fear. It brings with it all the features of the past, present and probably the future as they meet, in a head on collision. It brings with it the secret wishes on stars, shooting or still, it brings with it faith in the constellations and time and space. If you listen you will hear them, as they rush by in a never-ending quest for the future, and for sound, and for something to &lt;i&gt;happen&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shhh. Silence please,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two. It's the holidays! 8 days of break, 8 days to get things sorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three. They call it the Xun Fan Club, but really, I have more reasons to thank them than they have to celebrate me.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is messy, that's how we're made. So you can waste your life drawing lines, or you can live your life crossing them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, this is to everyone: Things! Will! Work! Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit 19022008]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ridiculously excited about posting. Why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twlight&lt;/span&gt;? Pleaaaaase. Shut it with the melodrama already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-4264794407379479416?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/4264794407379479416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=4264794407379479416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4264794407379479416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4264794407379479416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-im-still-on-hiatus_18.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-8138923540885489891</id><published>2008-02-05T19:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T19:28:23.959Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah ok, so I AM going on hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that though, Happy Shrove Tuesday/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pancake Day&lt;/span&gt; everyone!&lt;br /&gt;We went to Clarissa's before General Studies&lt;br /&gt;to have pancake&lt;br /&gt;and lots of sugar.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; here: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=asyWVtoCjNM"&gt;Click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna give up procrastination for lent.&lt;br /&gt;See you around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah, also. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY CNY EVERYONE ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I still miss those traditions &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Here's to family. 新年快乐！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-8138923540885489891?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/8138923540885489891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=8138923540885489891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8138923540885489891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8138923540885489891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/02/yeah-ok-so-i-am-going-on-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-5619126966103175058</id><published>2008-02-03T14:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:58:40.683Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should totally go on hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy February everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-5619126966103175058?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/5619126966103175058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=5619126966103175058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5619126966103175058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5619126966103175058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-should-totally-go-on-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-8782914354042265803</id><published>2008-01-30T19:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:30:40.801Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 facts. (I'm bored)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Every single electrical device I own is somehow called Max. Every single. Apart from the phone, which is always, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; called Suze, and speakers, which are unnamed. Hmm. Samneric?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I grow up, there's a (increasingly growing) part of me that wants to take pictures, and write books, speak, sing and paint for a living. Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm (a little) ashamed to admit that the one and only media-related thing that has managed to make me cry (so far) is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Devil Beside You&lt;/span&gt;. Ohemgee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I like to lie on my bed in the dark playing with a torchlight Lucy got me for Christmas this year when I wake up in the mornings. And make patterns. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Computers secretly bug me. So do important MSN conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to tag people now? yeahhh whatever, do this when you're bored. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE CAROL ANN DUFFY WITH A PASSION.&lt;br /&gt;(die Lit, die)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday Lamee!&lt;/span&gt; Though it's over already where you are, you know what I'm gonna say. It's been an amazing 4 years, hope you have the best 17th year ever! &lt;3 Here's to wherever the road takes you, and this friendship. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-8782914354042265803?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/8782914354042265803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=8782914354042265803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8782914354042265803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8782914354042265803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/01/5-facts.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-3699454846250162129</id><published>2008-01-28T16:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-28T17:01:43.665Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been some time since I've found a lyric, or phrase or paragraph that really summed up the thoughts of the moment, maybe that explains the complete lack of inspiration at the moment. There just doesn't seem to be that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt; that makes me want to write and write and write, or burst. Which kind of sucks, really, but what else is new, right? Ahwell, you'll have to put up with increasingly regular boring updates until I find it again and begin to disappear again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a very bad friend today, I'm sorry. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idea was put to the form today, mixed responses, but it looks like it's gonna come through. Which is always good. It'll be amazing if it actually worked (ask me!), otherwise it'll still be the most hilarious fun ever anyway. ^^ It's just, it's gonna be so much effort, having to motivate everyone into being enthused, and atm, just the thought of having to do that is making me feel like giving up. Aghhh nevermind, give me a moment please, be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're 102 days to study leave, which means 102+abit days till ASes. What.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-3699454846250162129?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/3699454846250162129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=3699454846250162129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3699454846250162129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3699454846250162129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-been-some-time-since-ive-found.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-8923747374976777301</id><published>2008-01-26T12:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T14:20:40.834Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All I know is this:&lt;br /&gt;There're times when all we do is hide, behind this facade, showing people only what we think they want to see, and what we think we should portray. Thoughts we keep hidden in the deepest recesses of our minds, just so that no one else will know, and just so that no one else can see just who we really are. Sometimes we try too hard to be the people we think we are, and try too hard to travel the road to become the people we want to be. Sometimes, we don't even try at all. And then there're times when we're open, and honest, and affectionate, and thoughtful, and we declare our love or bitterness for this world, and we smile, and try to make things better, or cry and lament the loss of that will to make something out of the lot in life we've been given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really believed in fate, and how we can't change the future. I've never given up on dreams before. And not for a second, have I ever stopped hoping that maybe some day, we'll genuinely understand how there're no secrets, and someday, maybe even right now, there're people who know yours, however tiny a part of it. It takes only a second to make an observation. And only a couple more for your heart to make a decision, whether you follow it or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-8923747374976777301?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/8923747374976777301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=8923747374976777301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8923747374976777301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8923747374976777301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-i-know-is-this-therere-times-when.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-4018023736627464973</id><published>2008-01-25T18:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-25T23:07:09.293Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been the most surreal day, ever.&lt;br /&gt;It's 6.13pm, and my eyes can barely keep open. I WAS asleep at 11 last night..&lt;br /&gt;So many opportunities, so many obligations, so many plans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Either way,&lt;br /&gt;Move along.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness in the form of birthdays, and sweet sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, music.&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; ideas anyone could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;And these thoughts, and ideas, are how I know I'm growing up.&lt;br /&gt;Not a bad thing, though change still needs to happen.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, you hide these sides of you without knowing it, and only when restrictions you never knew were there before are gone, are you able to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so proud of everyone back home. (: You made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'd really like to go home now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-4018023736627464973?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/4018023736627464973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=4018023736627464973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4018023736627464973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4018023736627464973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-been-most-surreal-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-1428950566575404411</id><published>2008-01-24T19:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T19:45:09.114Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disappointing day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-1428950566575404411?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/1428950566575404411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=1428950566575404411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1428950566575404411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1428950566575404411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/01/disappointing-day.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-1437369231113429997</id><published>2008-01-21T16:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T22:36:15.697Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dreams are for weaving&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little shout out,&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK FOR Os RESULTS EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;haha, I never went through the formality of having to report back to school for them, but yeahh, I can totally imagine how you're feeling atm. Jia you! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cheers, to the end of the most nerve-wrecking and (officially) most depressing day ever. Yeah, it's always the 21st. This morning, record number of people crying in school - 5 in the morning, 2 in the afternoon. That I know of anyway. And also, everyone in Chloe's History group dreamt of someone crying in their dreams last night. No joke, everyone. I swear, everyone just dissolves into hysterics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview went ok, I don't really know and yeah well, it doesn't really matter. Throughout the day though, there was just this feeling of "OHMYGOD" in my stomach, but surprisingly enough I didn't panic when I went in, as I was expecting to. Yeah, I did uhmm and err alot which is bad, but whatever, hope for the best. (: Either way, I'm actually glad for this experience, I mean, interviews've never been my thing but they're quite fun when you think about it. xD Which is kind of a contradiction because right now, 2 1/2 hours later, I AM STILL SHAKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADALIA, if you still read this space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking it's good that I no longer have any inspiration, and writer's block is totally getting to me because I always seem to produce me best work when I'm down, or many other people around me are. But not being able to do anything that can be (loosely) called "creative" sucks, big time. Ideas always seem to come from intense emotions and I'll write these emotionally-charged articles/poems (happy or sad), otherwise they'd just be completely random but still better than the things I usually produced. Not having very much, or even, any, particular point of view or any bit of wit whatsoever, and being at a point where really, anything goes and I'm perfectly happy (even if it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; oscilliate every now and then) I now have no ideas/inspiration to write. Gahhhhh.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If you want to write, write.&lt;/span&gt; I have so many ideas, but the words just won't come.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-1437369231113429997?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/1437369231113429997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=1437369231113429997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1437369231113429997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1437369231113429997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/01/dreams-are-for-weaving-if-we-hold-on.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-1298113087082554018</id><published>2008-01-18T22:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-18T23:08:26.529Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just felt like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ My brother called me from the Jay concert &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;^^ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/span&gt; is one amazing film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a world where centres fall apart, we have to believe in a world where there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; no centre."&lt;br /&gt;- John Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At some point you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out; they fence you in. Life is messy, that's how we're made. So you can waste your life drawing lines or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines that are way too dangerous to cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I know. If you're willing to throw caution to the wind and take a chance, the view from the other side is spectacular."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For you, a thousand times over&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Themes of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I miss the summer. You know, not wanting each day to end, no matter how filled or program-less it was. But even if it did end, it didn't matter, because there was always the next day to look forward to. Right now, life keeps rushing ahead, on and on and on and on and on, it never stops, like the motion of a hand on the clock. On and on and on and on, we've got to get some work done, but we've also got to stop, and smell the flowers. We constantly have to strike this balance between work and play, your social life and obligations, nerves and courage, productivity and wastage, the list is endless, and at some point we need to hit pause, and just try to remember why it all matters this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think, Let, Trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; 5 years down the road, I want to look back on these days and then the days I'll be  having then, and think that really, life rocks. And I will be happy. And so will most everyone who is loved, and has loved in return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-1298113087082554018?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/1298113087082554018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=1298113087082554018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1298113087082554018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1298113087082554018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-felt-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-1270034283408334236</id><published>2008-01-16T18:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-16T18:58:02.833Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second week of school post-Christmas, and things seem to be settling down, work-wise. Then again, I may be speaking too early considering it's 6.16pm and I haven't done any work yet, having only just got home half an hour ago. Still though, good signs. I mean, I did this time table last night, to make sure I catch up with everything, and I just got a reply from the Chemistry tutors which means we may be able to start some point really soon. Also, swimming today was good, and totally wouldn't mind making it a weekly thing, along with the gym because it will be fun. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if&lt;/span&gt; I audition for Chamber Choir and get in, and once work at Crofters start, I will have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no free afternoons. &lt;/span&gt;Omg. hahhaa, coupled with the horrible lack of free lunches, it will be so crazily crazy. Not joking. Ahhhh! Talk about getting a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still though, not complaining, because Mandarin Club got 5 new people today, which means, IT'S GROWING. Haha well, duh. It's really amazing though, I never thought it'd be possible. I mean, everyone's learning something, and by the end of this term, they're going to know how to read/write proper paragraphs, it'll be the most amazing thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, secret project might just go through, I mean, Mrs Cox (head teacher) has approved of it. Which means all that's left are the governers and things. Omg, it'll be so, so amazing to do something like that, and yes, I'm writing rubbish. Fill you in when it's confirmed. Haha omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really want an internship. Stupid EMA. It's not fair, and the most annoying thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am freaking out about Monday. Interviews've never been my thing. Tryyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so, things seem to be going well atm, I just need to actually get some work done. Totally missing people, though. And yeah, well, some point soon, I'd really like to go home. I love this life I'm leading, you know, the busyness and all the opportunities I've been given (that I really don't deserve.) But yeah, it just isn't home, and sometimes I feel that if I stayed just a minute more, I'll burst, and then I have to run away because everyone seems to have these unrealistic/un-called for expectations of me and I'm wondering whether what they perceive is really who I am, or do they just have these inflated ideas of me, traits they think are there, but really, very simply isn't, and I'm not being modest when I deny what they say - I really genuinely have no idea. Because so much of what they see, is a front. &amp;amp; I genuinely miss the feeling of just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knowing &lt;/span&gt;that you'll never be alone, or judged, and quite literally, you have people around you just being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; you can actually meet face-to-face 24/7. And you never have to worry about the way they think. Sometimes, MSN/the computer just seems more of a barrier than a source of communication because really, nothing beats being home and these things just make it seem further away than ever before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's been fun, and I'm going to get published soon, and that just makes my day, no matter how old the news is. (: Haha, there's always something new to be smile about anyway. Also, Derren Brown's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tricks of the Mind&lt;/span&gt; is a very very good book and life would be very interesting were you his friend. Hahaha. Ohyeah, my Y7s are the sweetest things ever, hahaha will be working on their assembly (on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sadness&lt;/span&gt; - how sad is that la. Pun intended.) with them tomorrow lunch, going around filming teachers, HAHA it'll be hilarious! Too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;High School Musical&lt;/span&gt; in my head. WHY. ACTUALLY WHY. (!!!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-1270034283408334236?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/1270034283408334236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=1270034283408334236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1270034283408334236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1270034283408334236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/01/second-week-of-school-post-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-7559438427496348337</id><published>2008-01-12T14:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-13T13:08:14.962Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivation to study/do anything productive hasn't kicked in yet, and it's been a week of school and no one can believe it because it feels like forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, with the best company I could ask for, opportunities (21st JAN OMG) I could never have expected, small things to look forward to each day e.g. gym/cycling/form associate-ing (damn fun)/singing... and a pile of work that never seems to diminish or become less challenging, life has never demanded more effort, and time has never been stretched to these limits. Still, there's always something to look forward to each night and something to be grateful for each day (my wall bears testament), and pleasant surprises coming in the strangest forms ("Hey there funky chicken!" Mrs Armstrong, art teacher, to Chloe while doing prefect duty. Allegedly.) always manage to make it all worth it. I'm gonna miss this place when we graduate, but then there'll be so much to look forward to even then, there won't be time to miss much. And anyway, there isn't much point in missing something, I'll just keep these days as little glowing stars of memory in my heart, to seek comfort from and to wish on. Almost anything seems possible now (most of the time), and life just seems to be a series of open-ended questions we're all trying so hard to look for answers to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my 25-point to-do list calls (including the completely pointless General Studies art presentation - never thought I'd have to write crap about art again), this is going to be a crazy weekend. Which reminds me, hair cut tomorrow morning, cannot actually be bothered. Trouble with short hair is, it keeps growing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in all directions&lt;/span&gt;, which means I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt; cut it otherwise I keep having to tell it to "Get out of my face!" which is annoying. Oh yes, I talk to my hair. Shut up, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're &lt;/span&gt;the weird one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit: 6.43 pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At some point you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out, they fence you in. Life is messy, that's how we're made. So you can waste your life drawing lines or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines that are way too dangerous to cross. Here's what I know: If you're willing to throw caution to the wind and take a chance, the view from the other side is spectacular."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's such a fine line between making a decision, and simply doing what your instinct tells you to do, whether you know it or not. Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Facebook is the most annoying thing, ever. STOP BUGGING ME ALREADY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-7559438427496348337?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/7559438427496348337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=7559438427496348337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/7559438427496348337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/7559438427496348337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/01/busy-busy-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-4033158035026893207</id><published>2008-01-06T18:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:17:05.721Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School starts tomorrow, and how much work have I done? Zilch. Zero. None. Hooray.&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously. (Thank goodness for lack of homework)&lt;br /&gt;This is a record.&lt;br /&gt;Best holiday though, (after the Summer). I have spent a grand total of 1, ONE, full day out of fourteen at home this holiday.&lt;br /&gt;Another record. Haha, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday, in the seconds before I fell asleep, it just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BHAM!&lt;/span&gt; hit me that we're going to Uni soon. And after that, it's actually entering the world, where no one's going to accept your silliness due to age, you're going to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expected&lt;/span&gt; to know who you are, and do things properly, and just generally, be an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-4033158035026893207?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/4033158035026893207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=4033158035026893207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4033158035026893207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4033158035026893207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/01/yet-another-day-and-here-we-are-talking.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-1355337596476657710</id><published>2008-01-01T13:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-01T13:11:31.678Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So as we move forward into 2008, it's time to set aside good intentions and actually make something out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, no one can really disagree that personal life aside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;change needs to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas won't work on their own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year everyone, it's gonna be crazy, but faaaantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-1355337596476657710?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/1355337596476657710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=1355337596476657710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1355337596476657710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1355337596476657710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-as-we-move-forward-into-2008-its.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-5432058643722656404</id><published>2007-12-24T01:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-24T01:42:49.680Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So there's about a week of 2007 left, and traditionally, I should be taking a trip down memory lane or something along those lines. This year, I thought I'd really like to do something different. (Though it's still as cliched. xD) And it's not on New Year's Day, unlike other years because we're having a sleepover at Ellie's and I figured I'd rather do this now, than then because I've just cleaned up my room (almost) completely and am ready for a brand new start. (xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier last week, we had the last free period of the year, and our crew got chased out of the common room in the Sixth Form Centre cos the Upper Sixth (JC2) were rehearsing for Sixth Form Entertainment. So we sneaked into a small room round the side they weren't using, and had a little party. Towards the end, Sarah came up with the idea of doing little "speeches" individually, to kind of sum up the year - what they thought of Tiffin so far, what 2007 was like, and stuff. So we went around in a circle, and when it got to my turn, I started off the same way everyone did, saying how amazing 2007 had been (it really really has - one of, if not THE best years, ever! Despite obstacles) and then stopped, and it kind of really dawned on me, how much I didn't want to do that. I mean, it was the most faaaaantastic year, ever, I just didn't want to look back on it that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've been re-reading past journal entries, both online and in my little notebook, and I realised just how much of a roller-coaster it has been, and sometimes,  I forget about feeling a certain way even just a couple of days before until I read those entries. And I mean, these things are in the past, and I want to keep a record of them, but I just didn't want to look back anymore. There've been so many ups and downs in the past year, it's been absolutely crazy, and all the growing up we've all done has been unbelievable, and really worth reflecting on, but yeah, I just had this feeling that if I did that for one more second, I'd burst. So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switched sentence mid-way and was like, you know what? I have no idea what I'm gonna do with my life from here, I have no idea what the future's going to hold - some of my best friends know exactly where they want to be 5 years from now, I haven't got a clue even to who I really am. But I don't really care, because despite the whole uncertainty and how completely petrified I am about graduating and moving on into the future, 2008 (and the rest) also promises to be very, very fun and possibly, very very fulfilling. It's whatever we want it to be, and whether the past year was good or bad, we can only change what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hasn't happened yet&lt;/span&gt;, and that means remembering the good times while looking forward, and learning from them, as well as past mistakes. I have no idea what's going to happen, all I know is that there'll be good times ahead. And all we can do is sit tight, and let our imagination run free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm asking for this year. Maybe it's too much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cold Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; and Inman and Ada's search for redemption is totally getting to me too much, but I just hope that in 2008, I will make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every second count.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas &amp;amp; Happy New Year everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. it's 1.34am exactly, andddddd I'll probably read this tomorrow and find how exactly incoherent I am. Sorry laaaaaaaa xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-5432058643722656404?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/5432058643722656404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=5432058643722656404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5432058643722656404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5432058643722656404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-theres-about-week-of-2007-left-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-6449860717624278710</id><published>2007-12-22T21:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-22T22:16:47.001Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We've got to all stick together&lt;br /&gt;Good friends are there for each other&lt;br /&gt;Never ever forget that&lt;br /&gt;I've got you and you've got me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That,  has got to be the MOST cliched song, ever, but OMG I DON'T CAREEEEE. BEST 2 days I've had so far, everrrrrrrrr. Yesterday, BEST Sixth Form Entertainment it was so amazingly crazy/fantastic, based on Peter Pan. Next year it's out turn to put it up it's gonna be such a tough act to follow but emgee, it was soooo good. To round it off, of course, there was also Wham's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Last Christmas&lt;/span&gt;! Which is tradition, and therefore always goos. Hahaha Ahhh it was so amazing. THIS YEAR, there also waaaaaas the Tiffinian version of John Denver's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take Me Home, Country Road&lt;/span&gt;. Best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richmond Road, take me home&lt;br /&gt;To the place where I belong&lt;br /&gt;Tiffin Girls' School&lt;br /&gt;This place is so cool&lt;br /&gt;Ride the 65 or the 801&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, So good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, to town to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;St Trinian's&lt;/span&gt;. IT'S SO GOOD. hahahahaha OMG amaaaaazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON THE WAY THOUGH. OMG. BEST. THING. TO. EVER. HAPPEN. We saw this really cute busker guy in Kingston, and I was like, "AWW I want to hug him!" SO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b378/xun-/P1010507.jpg" height="200" width="250" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper says, "Can we have a hug please? :)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe he was SO nice and we had a group hug and chatted. Awwww &lt;3 Apparently he was there again to today, Sian saw him. AND. HE. HAS. A.WEBSITE:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.aaronnorton.co.uk/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSOLUTE LEGEND. AND. He's acutally REALLY GOOD as well. One day, he's gonna be famous, and I'll be like, yeahhhhh I KNOW HIM. HAHA omgggggg &lt;3&gt; LOOK AT THE WEBSITE, SEE HOW CUTE HE IS! hehehehe aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening, to Clarissa's with Cathy. BEST. FUN. EVER. Including being completely outwitted by the Oxbridge medics/scientists, friends of her sister/brother who used to go to Tiffin Girls/Boys. Basically, we were SINGING and playing Psychologist (SO MUCH FUN) and random games and stff, but mostly singing. Really. Loudly. WHICH IS FUN, and the best, ever. (Which reminds me, hehehe we now have a really exciting project to work on!) So yeah, we were probably disturbing all the neighbours nad it was getting on till about 11 at night. SO. Clarissa's sister, Charlotte, comes over and is like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we have a request for silent night?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an uproar of laughter, and I pipe up, loudly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG GOSPEL VERSION!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we all start singing. 2 seconds later, an idea pops into my head "Wait.. silent night..OH THEY WANT US TO SHUT UP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently, that idea wasn't strong enough because I continued singing anyway. And forget about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, I remember it and am like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA -laughs uncontrollably- SILENT NIGHT, I JUST GOT HTE JOKE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa's face was CLASSIC, going "wtf, slow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the rest. "Joke?!" "OH. OH. JOKE. HAHAHAHAHA. I GET IT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA it was hilarious, and you totally had to be there to get it. BUT HAHA OMG. Anyway, such an amazingly fun night, never laughed so much, ever. Hahahaha. So much funnn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, was present shopping in the morning with Jess, then to Chloe's for Christmas party! Also met new people, namely Olivia/Livvy and James, which was good. Constantly ate lots of junk, played murderer in the dark and stuff. SO. SCARY. BUT SO MUCH FUN. And had my first ever proper Christmas celebration! With crackers and a hugeely amazing tree and everything! Ah it was so amazinggggg. Her house (AND CLARISSA'S) is the BEST. EVER. AND. I got Christmas presents! xD xD And I now have a tiny tinsel lime-green tree with baubles and ribbon on it at the corner of my table. (Photos later!) And a Christmas stocking, and stuff.  BEST. CHRISTMAS. EVER. It was so much fun, and I'm just so so glad to have met these people it's so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much planned for the next couple of days, kind of need to get some work done and to finish doing up my room (which I've just completely cleared and rearranged which means I need to move all the stuff back in). Looking forward though to Christmas (&amp;amp; maybe sleepover?) at Isabel's, andddd of course, sleepover at Ellie's for New Year! Ahhh it'll be so amazingly funn! As you can tell, I'm not at all coherent atm, I'm so excited. It's Christmas! hehehe, Totally having Billy Gilman's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warm &amp;amp; Fuzzy&lt;/span&gt; on repeat btw. Aww &lt;3 Also, Singing, is the BEST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-6449860717624278710?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/6449860717624278710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=6449860717624278710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6449860717624278710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6449860717624278710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/12/weve-got-to-all-stick-together-good.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-8133034591620810969</id><published>2007-12-20T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T19:52:06.194Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kicking of this week were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all day&lt;/span&gt; rehearsals beginning 815, ending bout 430. Then concerts on Monday and Tuesday night, not brilliantly successful but so much fun, and sounded good despite mistakes so it was good. xD Half way through a half-solo on Tuesday, my voice disappeared completely and refused to work, until about 2 bars later. Hahahah oopssssss! xD There was also the General Studies art trip to Kew Gardens HAHA complete joke, but yeahhh we now have the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; photos, none of which are related at all to the presentation we have to do. Mm. Ahwell. Wednesday was Christmas present baking at Ellie's, and today's my first free day this week! Will be starting revamping my room after this, it'll be good. Pictures soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been an absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fantastically crazy&lt;/span&gt; week, and I'm so glad tomorrow's the last day and it's gonna be SO MUCH FUN ahhhhhhh I can't wait! Sixth Form Entertainment's gonna be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm SO gonna make the most of this because it's the last year we get to watch this: next year, it's our turn. Absolutely unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much planned for this holiday season, it's gonna be so much funnnnn and I will now gaurd my camera with my life because it's gonna be the tool of the season. Hahah it's brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in honour of it being the last day of school tomorrow, I shall do a meme! Hahaha. Credits go to various sources, such as Jess' dA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. What did you do in 2007 that you'd never done before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baked gingerbread men, oratario concert, painted on canvas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't actually remember what they are off the cuff, but I remember once flipping through my diary and very surprisedly realising I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; kept most of them. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore! Hahaha, and the UK? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2008 that you lacked in 2007?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain amounts of sleep. A TABLET. Microphone xD &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A BAND/SINGING GROUP YES PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. What date from 2007 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahwell, all the fun times pretty much. Had the SCHOOL SNOWBALL FIGHT; first National hockey comp (WHICH WE WON MAY I ADD); Best Birthday; MUD; Prom; Results day; THE WHOLE SUMMER.. the list goes on. It's been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results? Nah...learning to harmonise. xD And, making these new friends that look like they're gonna last. At least, I know we're gonna have SO MUCH fun next year? Hahaha &lt;3 xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my room tidy ALL THE TIME. Didn't work. Hahaa. Yeah blatantly, this is a secret. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acrylic paints and my chair pretty much draws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Whose behaviour merited celebration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD My brother's &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Whose behaviour made you appalled and/or depressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this is a secret! Hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel + presents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. What did you get really really really excited about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh many things. HAHA it's pointless to name times, can I just say the whole year has been just one great, big excitement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2007?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secret, Hairspray&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Little Mermaid &lt;/span&gt;(esp. Kiss the Girl) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lion King&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reach for the Stars&lt;/span&gt; will also always work. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;i. Happier or sadder?&lt;/span&gt; Happier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ii.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thinner or fatter?&lt;/span&gt; I have noooooo idea. I'd like to think thinner? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iii. Richer or poorer?&lt;/span&gt; Richer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport, music and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughh this sounds so cliched, but really I have no regrets from this year. If I have to come up with something though, this'll probably be eating less junk. xD ESPECIALLY at special events e.g. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. How will you be spending Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Isabel's I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Do not write in this space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I WANT TO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Did you fall in love in 2007?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, oops? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. How many one-night stands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What was your favourite TV program?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the internet count?&lt;br /&gt;Ugly Betty, Gilmore Girls, Whose Line is it Anyway (WATCH THE SCENES OUT OF A HAT THINGS), One Tree Hill...&lt;br /&gt;All of which got really boring after a bit, though. Apart from Whose Line. OH, OF COURSE. There's also X Factor! xD (LEON!! &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nopeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. What was the best book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, this is a hard one..&lt;br /&gt;God of Small Things; Kite Runner; if nobody spoke of remarkable things; Jane Eyre; and believe it or not, Cold Mountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Gilman! Jay! Uhmmm, our random outbursts in song in corridors? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. What did you want and get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friendsssss xD, bigger challenges, an mp3 (Zen somemore!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. What did you want and not get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A BAND/SINGING GROUP, TABLET, microphone, nice comfy/large/WARM jumper/hoodie, MR MCIVER AGAIN FOR BIOLOGY D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. What was your favourite film of this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhh another hard one. uhmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Ratatouille, Hairspray, Lion King (!), Secret, Moulin Rouge, Cold Mountain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Sixteen! xD 11F did the sweetest thing for me, surprise party + poster! Haha it was so much funnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having more family around. Oh, and of course, inspirationnnnnnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2007?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zilch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. What kept you sane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music, friends, MSN, family, and very recently, my bicycle! Oh, being constantly busy of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG MILO VENTIMIGLIA (in Gilmore Girls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eee, politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Who did you miss?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD Our Free Crew &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2007:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sincerity really is the most important thing, and how microwave popcorn was the best thing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; invented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-8133034591620810969?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/8133034591620810969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=8133034591620810969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8133034591620810969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8133034591620810969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/12/kicking-of-this-week-were-all-day.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-3806273067691657621</id><published>2007-12-13T18:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:24:04.385Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quickie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it'll be 2008 soon&lt;/span&gt; thing, but yes, it's time to reassess attitudes. And stuff. (you can see my commitment there.) It's Christmas/New Year, but I don't feel very festive, and my Facebook mood is totally a ploy to make people wish me Merry Christmas so I can get into the spirit and start on cards + presents + stuff which I kind of have about 2 days to do seeing as the next week is PACKED even though it's the last week of school before the holidays. So many plans, obligations and surprises, so little time, but so much fun to have. So many things going on - ushering 2007 out with a bang? Yes please! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best&lt;/span&gt; year ever, I'm gonna make the most out of the last couple of weeks, it's gonna be amazing. See you soon guys! It's been absolutely faaaantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit: 9.23pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More serious message/theme of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that we've all been so busy living, somewhere along the way we've somehow lost ourselves. &amp;amp; we're the only ones who can find it again, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;, is gonna be hardwork. Ahwell, it'll be interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-3806273067691657621?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/3806273067691657621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=3806273067691657621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3806273067691657621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3806273067691657621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-quickie.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-7490807958931360123</id><published>2007-12-11T18:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T19:08:02.405Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, I don't really know what I'm doing here considering I have about 4 tests coming up and I've barely started on 1, a ton of homework due by Friday and couple of pieces of music to comit to memory/learn and not that much time. I don't actually have anything that interesting to say.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. NO ONE CARES. BECAUSE.&lt;br /&gt;We have a plan. xD Hahah it'll be amazing because after As, we're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;allllll&lt;/span&gt; gonna come home to Singapore with me, and it'll be the faaaaaaantastic. &amp;amp; I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mean&lt;/span&gt; fantastic. Aghhhhh it's 2 years away and I can't wait already, how sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;Also, this Christmas/New Year hols promises to be the best &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;, pity I can't go to fireworks though. Ahhwell, can't wait for work to end!&lt;br /&gt;OH ALSO, tour in Italy with the choir next year, hopefully. HOW COOL WOULD THAT BE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-7490807958931360123?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/7490807958931360123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=7490807958931360123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/7490807958931360123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/7490807958931360123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/12/ok-i-dont-really-know-what-im-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-6014523565841203388</id><published>2007-12-08T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-08T20:52:53.482Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>About a week since the last post?&lt;br /&gt;You know in my singing lessons, my teacher keeps telling me that it's nothing to do with the voice, it's all about finding a connection between the ground, the bottom of your feet and the top of your head, so your whole body's stretching upwards but your feet are still firmly on the ground. Right now I feel as though there's this weight (?) somewhere near my neck, keeping it completely taunt so that there's always tension there, and maybe too much singing is going to my head but that taunt piece of something seems to be influencing everything else, somehow so that it's impossible to relax properly or loosen up, kind of like how I've finally found that connection but it's through tension. Strange, much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recurring themes last week:&lt;br /&gt;Talks &amp;amp; honesty, application letters, singing, and facing your fears.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm kind of tired of hearing the&lt;br /&gt;(implied, or directly spoken) phrase:&lt;br /&gt;"Xun always copes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-6014523565841203388?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/6014523565841203388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=6014523565841203388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6014523565841203388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6014523565841203388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/12/about-week-since-last-post-you-know-in.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-7477562346063986839</id><published>2007-12-02T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-02T20:14:48.271Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pro. Cras. Ti. Nate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;Concert yesterday + all day rehearsals were good, tiring and headache fueling (woke up 5 times during the night with major headache that only went when rehearsals started and came back some point between dinner and the actual performance), made new friends which is always a major plus and got lost half way through the piece only to find the way back again like 3 pages later. Also, we were the only 2 Sops surrounded by the Tenors and Basses who sounded absolutely&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; amazing&lt;/span&gt; but were very, very distracting. I need to work on this music thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Application-writing is proving to be completely hopeless and I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; strongly considering just not doing it at all because I can't think of a reason why I should (and can). Doesn't help that when I looked at the one I wrote last year I couldn't believe I'd written it BUT the points don't apply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt; now. What happens when the thing that used to define you, that used to make you who you are, is no longer uniquely yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brief chat with Becky on the bus last night, we can't believe it's December and this time last year, we were revising for mocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, wow.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-7477562346063986839?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/7477562346063986839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=7477562346063986839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/7477562346063986839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/7477562346063986839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/12/pro.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-1074604282570583532</id><published>2007-11-30T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-30T21:13:40.227Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Call this random, but I'm realising that I'm getting really really annoyed by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/span&gt; and the repetitiveness of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, people learn something new every day.&lt;br /&gt;[Cliche, cliche, cliche]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-1074604282570583532?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/1074604282570583532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=1074604282570583532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1074604282570583532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1074604282570583532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/11/call-this-random-but-im-realising-that.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-2542999889856947915</id><published>2007-11-28T18:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:00:25.641Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second star to the right&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; straight on till morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was just in the shower and had one of those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oooh&lt;/span&gt;, epiphanic (is that even a word?) moments. Haha it was kind of like looking at something through film or something but anyway, point is I wasn't wearing any contacts/glasses, and in those 2 seconds I could see completely clearly and everything was sharp like I had 20/20 vision but then I blinked and they blured again. Totally psychological I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, can't wait for Christmas holidays! About 3 weeks to go I think. So many things planned, and I really want to do something on Christmas day itself but we've never really celebrated Christmas, not like we're religious or anything right. All thanks to Chloe and her infectious appreciation/enthusiasm. haha. I'll miss school though, a little bit of the busyness. Speaking of, I am so so lucky to have met the people I have, and I'm so glad they decided to put me in this form in Y9 and also, that I decided to stay on. I mean, we aren't best friends but it's been so amazing with them, we have our little crews and everything and it's amazing to see how much we've grown and how much we're gradually openning up to each other each day. And also how we're becoming more transparent to each other every day. Which reminds me, we have a new countdown to Christmas on our whiteboard in the form room/lab, have I mentioned how much I love this form? Hahaha, it's brilliant especially seeing how different we all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Y7s have gone through to finals in Cheerleading! Hahah fantaaaastic. But it's only because the Y9s decided to pull out. Haha ahhhwell, I've reestablished a I-love-this-form attitude so it's alll good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still homesick, but like I said, it gets better. Haha which reminds me, SLT (Senior Leadership Team - head girl + stuff) applications are due in on the 14th, and they couldn't have come at a worst time. Well, that was my first thought anyway. Now I'm thinking, instead of thinking whether we're suitable or not, I'm just trying to figure out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; I want to do this, and whether I want to at all. I mean however slight the chances are, if you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; get chosen then that's it, and it'll be crazyyyyyyy. Even crazier than it is now (which is saying something). And yeah sure, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to make a difference&lt;/span&gt;, right? But looking at the way I'm handling the Y7s right now, you know it's not going to be possible on that large a scale. At the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to figure out how to be the person everyone seems to see, so many things seem to be exaggerated when it comes to people, and how they see things - I mean, I can see how they're all being sincere but I can't convince myself that they're really seeing the real thing without any of the embellishments that come from not seeing all the different sides of the story, if that makes any sense at all. &amp;amp; I'm just thinking, if I have to try so hard to convince myself that I'd be able to do the job, would it really be the right choice if I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; eventually get a position?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes, another rambling entry. By the way, don't trust anything I say today my mind's not in it as shown by how (Lit is totally doing affecting all my writing skills) I said something really long and confusing to the Y7s today during rehearsals without having a clue what I was saying and where I was going. Also happened while teaching in Mandarin Club. So. Blame it on 4 hours of singing yesterday (nothing compared to Leah's 8 though) especially the crazy Elgar rehearsal at the boy's school that only finished at 10 (in which I got an Aflat!!!!!), and a 16-hour day yesterday (because I stupidly went to bed at 8 the night before and woke at 2 the next morning). Elgar was faaantastic by the way, the most amazing sound you have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; heard no matter how much we don't understand the lyrics. 6 hours of singing this Saturday then there'll be no more of him, which'll be sad BUT there's still the Christmas concert which is promising to take up even more time than Elgar, if that's even possible. Hahahah sixth form is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit: 29112007]&lt;br /&gt;Today was crazy. Faaantastic, busy, horrible, hilarious all at once, which is saying something and I just really wanted to note a couple of things down because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I'm really not going to make it to my diary until the Christmas holidays. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first, I love my Maths group. HAHA sure, loads of us aren't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;, or friends where you properly talk to between lessons if it doesn't concern work, but we have so much fun together, especially laughing with MrD who's brilliant. Hahahaha he's not a very professional maths teacher but he's damn caring and sincere, and tries so hard to be one of us it's reallly really funny - in a good way. Anyway after school, Hoosai was on cleaning duty so me, Yasmin and Zara stayed behind to wait for her for some reason? We all go in seperate directions home anyway, I don't know why we stayed. But yeah, while Hoosai cleaned the 3 of us went to the sixth form garden and had a little chat. And it was nice. :) It was about 345/4, we stayed till around 430 and it was getting dark which kind of added to the whole atmosphere but yeah, it was really good. and revealing. lol? Also, I just rerealised that I reallllly realllly love singing. And all that crap about being afraid to sing in front of other people is really complete junk and just keeps getting in the way which is annoying. Anyway pooint is if I don't lose my voice today I'm realllly looking forward to Elgar on Saturday because we're gonna produce the most amazing sound it'll be brilliant. Uhmm what else. OH, also, Lit today was really good! Haha dry but now I'm finally identifying how I need to improve. Come Christmas, I'm gonna have to work so hard I tell you. haha, I love it when you find ways to move forward though, it's the best feeling, ever. Also, in the midst of all this stress and work and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;situations&lt;/span&gt;, it seems our little crew is somehow getting closer and closer even though we hardly have time to talk in school. And when I said hardly, I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt;. Haha it's brilliant, and just maybe, some of these ties are gonna last. You know how the whole faith thing works - it'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-2542999889856947915?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/2542999889856947915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=2542999889856947915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/2542999889856947915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/2542999889856947915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/11/second-star-to-right-straight-on-till.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-476280263712876599</id><published>2007-11-25T18:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-25T20:53:34.447Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmygod I am so homesick it's crazy and I just watched half an hour of Annie on Channel 4 and I wish I went to the Christmas Craft Fair today because I can and I have done no work this weekend and next week promises to be even more of a killer week than the last because my Saturday is completely gone and so is Monday Tuesday and Wednesday and I need to spend so much more time on work and zhou1 gong1 is completely avoiding me because sleep never seems to come and I can't wait for the Christmas Hols and I miss the Summer so much, especially the whole living-close-to-people thing because we had the most amazing times (hear that, guys?) and I miss swimming at 10 in the morning or 5 in the evening and hearing the splash while watching TV and trying to distinguish who's actually swimming and I just miss having more family around and I really want to just crash prom and I miss having friends I've known properly for more than a year and knowing that people mean what they say especially in regard to themselves and you and being comfortable with just walking down the street knowing it's home and that whatever happens you're safe and more often than not you're gonna meet either an old friend or a relative and just being able to hop on a bus and go visit people because that's how natural it feels. Most of all, I miss knowing there're people just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; you can be completely honest with because they know who you are so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much&lt;/span&gt; better than you do and that they're here to help and you are there to help &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; because they know that that is the most important thing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move along now, it always gets better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit: 823pm]&lt;br /&gt;Because no one seems to be online, I'll just say this here. It's so so ughhhhhh, but I was looking through photos, clicking through the years, finally reaching the most recent Summer ones. Then it got to those at the airport, and the one where I was walking toward the departure gates with my hand luggage and just beginning to turn around and say bye to everyone, and for a moment there I really thought I was at the airport again and turned around, only to be greeted by my bookshelf. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I laughed so much while looking through those photos. Good times, eh? Hahaha I'm still laughing bout jokes I remember at random points during the weeks, looking at photos just brings back so many more. HAHA, all hail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I realised that if I sit on my swivel chair with one foot on it, and the other on the ground and move it to a fast beat, it makes the same sound as the fan in my room back home does. HAHA, nice. Very random, but there you go.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-476280263712876599?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/476280263712876599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=476280263712876599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/476280263712876599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/476280263712876599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/11/ohmygod-i-am-so-homesick-its-crazy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-3446694919766505181</id><published>2007-11-23T21:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-23T21:24:10.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"...because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all."&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Ninth Duino Elegy&lt;/span&gt;, Rainer Maria Rilke, translated by Stephen Mitchell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible day. Highlights though, gym was good and in very tiny baby steps, singing lesson are gradually (finally) moving forward. I need to figure out where I am, and find a way to get to the place everyone seems to think I'm in, actually learn to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; that person people seem to see. Expectations? I thought I'd figure out why I was given the job I've been given when I started, but I haven't yet. Because in the past week, all I've learnt is that anyone else in the school would be so much better, simply because they wouldn't have to try as hard to do a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights this week? I got started on a new wall on the other side of my room and am thinking of changing the old one. New start mah! Haha. Ate kettle chips! And sang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Second Star to the Right&lt;/span&gt; in the lesson yesterday, woooh! Y7-ing has been a controversial issue this week, but stayed after school yesterday and talked to a couple of them, and we've become friends! Haha. That's good. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Also, I sort of figured out something about someone, and I'm kind of worried, but it's a highlight, because that means maybe she can move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come online people, I miss you. 8 hour time differences suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-3446694919766505181?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/3446694919766505181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=3446694919766505181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3446694919766505181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3446694919766505181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-9152440212877709369</id><published>2007-11-22T18:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T20:38:07.999Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I was reading this article about PSLE scores this year, and like everyone else, was completely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wowed&lt;/span&gt; by the crazy 294 mark. Then as I read on, suddenly felt sick. You're only 12, and in so many cases, even before then you're put under almost as much pressure as when you do Os, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; the focus is on results. Childhood, anyone? I don't have anything against the girl, I'm just saying it in general. The girl's case is also pretty out-of-the-norm I suppose, looking at her situation. Haha if that's the whole true story, she deserves it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killer week, glad it's pretty much over. Grateful though, I've managed to come up with something I can learn from every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-9152440212877709369?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/9152440212877709369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=9152440212877709369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/9152440212877709369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/9152440212877709369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-i-was-reading-this-article-about.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-3440071753299153213</id><published>2007-11-19T20:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-19T20:24:56.678Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Snap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-3440071753299153213?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/3440071753299153213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=3440071753299153213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3440071753299153213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3440071753299153213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/11/snap.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-5153119067396506386</id><published>2007-11-18T19:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:16:52.529Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a song in my head,&lt;br /&gt;it goes "bum bum bididi bum bum"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whenever I want to open a file, my hands just automatically direct the mouse to the GCSE folder instead of the AS one. Force of habit, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound of Music yesterday evening was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;. Next year, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; working on the set again, whether I audition for a part or not. Haha, it's FANTASTIC knowing that you played a part in making something like that come together, however small. After, snuck backstage to say hey to everyone, then walked home. Good night for a walk, clear and cold. No stars though, pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's going overseas! It's so strange, and I want to go send them off just because, but I can't and it's the weirdest feeling ever. Also, SO many people aren't online 24/7 (like they used to be) so I can't open random conversations and annoy them, telling them to get some sleep. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; is annoying me. Haha, karma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, it's so strange to think of my primary school life mixing with my secondary school life because I just realised how many people I met in sec school are gonna be in the same school as people I still talk to from primary school. Haha it's such a strange thought - I mean, they all seem to come from different worlds entirely. I've also just found out that Adalia and Chien Ming are gonna be taking the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exact&lt;/span&gt; same subject combis in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; school, HAHA! I'm finding it so hard to grasp that. It's the most unlikely place for them to ever meet as well, seeing as they have nothing in common. Oh god, this is what growing up on a freaking island does, isn't it. Hahahahaa, omgggggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only about a month left to the Christmas holidays. Today I did a countdown/calender-type thingum, and realised if I didn't  want to kill myself working then, I better start now. Which means: a) next week, I'm going to die because I've got something on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every single day&lt;/span&gt; after school meaning some days I don't get home till 10 and b) it'll mean a month of constant working working working without a break, which was far more than I did for Os because all the work was already done by the time Os came around. Daunting, much? I am so, so behind. Thanks school, way to lay down the pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit: 10pm]&lt;br /&gt;While everyone back home is tying up loose ends, so am I. Analysing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cold Mountain&lt;/span&gt; with my head in it, (not my heart), I'm thinking, I have so much to look forward to, and so much to look back to. Flipping through the Quoteworthy Hall of Fame (QHOF) earlier, I realised how amazing this year has been. These last 3 months, even. I can't say that I've come very far personally - when I look back, I don't see much. But it's been a crazy, hilarious, busy year, and I have so many amazing friends, opportunities and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things &lt;/span&gt;I'm involved in, I can't actually believe it. It's taken 3 years for me to realise who are the people who have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; stuck by after I left, and of course, who are the people I've actually ended up friends with after all that time. Of course, there're all the new people I've met, and re-found again. I suppose all I'm trying to say is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha, I can't believe how much fun we've all had, even when things got serious. How somewhere along the way, the missing pieces fell into place, and all that's left are the loose ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since I moved all the past entries in February 06, this is my 222 post which makes my total number of posts since sec1 964! Hehehehe, wow.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-5153119067396506386?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/5153119067396506386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=5153119067396506386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5153119067396506386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5153119067396506386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-have-song-in-my-head-it-goes-bum-bum.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-8166361457931661366</id><published>2007-11-15T18:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T16:16:41.343Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Conference thingum at the Institute of Education today.&lt;br /&gt;I here just to commemorate it, it was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt;, and however geeky this sounds, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; fired up to actually get to grips with chem now. hahaha I mean, school chem  isn't interesting (AT ALL), and it totally doesn't tell you what you can really do with it. I mean, it just doesn't hit you. Today I learnt just how much we've done, and just how much there is left to do. Instead of it just being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chemistry&lt;/span&gt;, there's now just this whole new area that's been opened up, which is amazing, and absolutely crazy. I've never thought of a future that didn't have anything to do with proper human contact (i.e. contact with people in the line of work, bar colleagues) before, but who knows right, this might just have been what I've been looking for. And lectures don't have to be boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How horribly expressed was that?&lt;br /&gt;Ahwell, I'm tired enough to justify being incoherent, and I hate getting on the tube.&lt;br /&gt;But it was worth it. (:&lt;br /&gt;(Let's pray I'm still saying that tomorrow when I realise how much work I've got to catch up on (Thursday's my fullest day in the week, lesson-wise) and am too tired to move since I've got a ton of things due in tomorrow I haven't finished yet)&lt;br /&gt;(Actually, scratch that. It was worth it.)&lt;br /&gt;(What's with the brackets?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also.&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, keep complaining your life sucks. At the end of the day, the only thing that's gonna change it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;. What's the point, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit: 16112007]&lt;br /&gt;I'm at this place now where everything goes. Whether I stay home or not, do work or not, it's all good. It's wierd, my perspectives seem to have taken a 180 degrees flip since that horribly useless PSE lesson on Thursday, with no good reason. Which is very good, motivating and kind of satisfying, just to know that this change means you're already half way there. Kind of like the weather. Woke up this morning and my first thought was: it's winter.&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-8166361457931661366?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/8166361457931661366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=8166361457931661366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8166361457931661366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8166361457931661366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-know-chemistry-conference-thingum.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-1424427228154208387</id><published>2007-11-12T17:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:27:28.191Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You always have the hugest smile on your face after seeing them!"&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha I love my Year 7s, they always manage to make my day!&lt;br /&gt;With everything else going on, it's brilliant, just to feel that you're welcome, wanted and to some small extent, needed, somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Need&lt;/span&gt; to take a photo. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-1424427228154208387?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/1424427228154208387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=1424427228154208387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1424427228154208387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1424427228154208387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-always-have-hugest-smile-on-your.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-1187729137381851925</id><published>2007-11-11T12:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-11T12:37:12.009Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pulled. Muscle. Ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-1187729137381851925?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/1187729137381851925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=1187729137381851925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1187729137381851925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1187729137381851925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/11/pulled.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-5651899995558524252</id><published>2007-11-10T10:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-10T11:35:25.140Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy busy busy busy busy.&lt;br /&gt;Phew. At least the set's done, this'll totally free up my after-school time. Hahaha xD Past week has been compeltely hectic, and staying in school till past 7 ALONE is definitely not a good idea. (Everyone else had to go, and we were rushing) All the lights were off, and most of the doors were locked, it was so scary I'm so glad the sports centre is public and the floodlights were all on. Hahaha. Anyway, this is the outcome, please tell me it's suitable? xD For the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sound of Music&lt;/span&gt;, the Von Trapp's house. Sorry for the lousy quality, taken with a phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b378/xun-/Image015.jpg" height="200" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b378/xun-/Image016.jpg" height="200" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA the nazi backdrop is behind those windows, it's great. Anyway, those were painted on the stage itself so I got to listen in on rehearsals! xD It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so good&lt;/span&gt;, thoroughly predictable but who doesn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sound of Music&lt;/span&gt;? Haha, the singing's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;, and the guy who plays Rolf/however you spell his name is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; good hahaha ughhh. His voice I mean. And of course, Maria. I love the singing nuns they're brilliant. Only thing I don't like is that I think they're focusing too much on the singing, and the acting's too pretentious/wooden/otherwise, ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The costumes are brilliant though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b378/xun-/MandarinPoster.jpg" height="200" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First meeting/lesson last Wednesday, was good. Haha I realise I really like teaching. xD We played games, and had lots of fun and got to know each other and now they're well on their way to speaking Chinese! :) &amp;amp; it's great cos the age range is prefect, Y8s to J1s. Hahaha, it's gonna be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much work and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; hard to continue like this, but we're determined, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; gonna get somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They weren't joking when they said there was absolutely &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; slacking in L6. So many things to do every weekend, and every day's one of those busybusybusy-stop-at-own-peril days. Yesterday Chloe and I realised in the gym that since L6 started, we've all been in a rush, and there's hardly been any time to stop and just smell the flowers. Catch up with people, you know? We're all just caught up in work and our own lives and organising even more programmes so we can "lead more meaningful lives". Keep busy, because these are the best days of school. Haha oh sighhh. And no joke, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; kill the next person who mentions, "Right girls there's this opportunity..blahblah... do it, it'll look good on your UCAS" There were (e.g. English/Maths mentoring for the lower school) so many things I wanted to apply for/join, until they said those words, and I was like, riiight i'm not doing it anymore. Annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I LOVE MY SEC1S xD 7F is brilliant, so enthusaistic, not like other sec1s who're all shy and quiet and stuff. Hahahah they've just elected their form captain/monitor, and yesterday in tutorial she was giving the class feedback on school council. But them, being excitable Y7s started shouting out of turn and things and then suddenly she was like "RIGHT SHUT UP BECAUSE I'M GONNA GET SO FRUSTRATED" and accidentally threw her pen at someone. I was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ohemgee, what?&lt;/span&gt; HAHA it was brilliant, cos straight after that she started laughing and so did everyone else. haha it's great. We've come up with a brilliant charity event (All forms organise charity events to raise money for their house charity. It's kind of like a house competition thing but not) and if we pull it off, it'll be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;. Also, cheerleading. It's so exciting, whether we combine forms or not. xD yay! Hahaha, can't wait for the school birthday, we're gonna have so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 major events last week, along with the piles of work and everything else to organise and there you have it. I swear the older you get the more you're aware of how time's going. Like, I'll be doing something and think, "woah, an hour's gone?" or before, when there was something small to do I'd be like, "yeah..those won't take long let's just watch another episode of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;". Now it's like, "ok, that'll take 15 mintues. And that'll take 3 hours. Do the 3 hours piece, and fit the 15minutes somewhere. Oh wait, I need to send those emails. And that Chemistry test. And OMG THE MATHS ONE. And blahblahblah... Crap I need to write this down!!!" hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting lessons to look forward to, though. Been assigned Leonard Cohen for general studies, should be interesting. And singing lessons are..gonna get better. Some guy who survived the holocaust came to speak to us in PSE last week as well. Best speaker we've had, including the Alcoholics Anonymous guy. Looking forward to what we have next week! As long as it isn't something about UCAS, unis, or volunteer work (for UCAS). CRB checks for Croft Centre better come through soon, and hopefully we'll be doing our Duke of Edinburgh awards in the Spring term! Plus, now we're planning (2 years in advance..shut up lah) for the crew to come over to Sg with me after As! We'll go to Malaysia and explore places and do things. It'll be the most amazing thing, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it all comes together around January, please let it be so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-5651899995558524252?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/5651899995558524252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=5651899995558524252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5651899995558524252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5651899995558524252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/11/busy-busy-busy-busy-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-5828580354919646508</id><published>2007-11-04T15:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-04T15:47:02.777Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Couldn't resist: the view outside my bedroom window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b378/xun-/P1010180.jpg" height="300" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-5828580354919646508?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/5828580354919646508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=5828580354919646508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5828580354919646508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5828580354919646508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/11/couldnt-resist-view-outside-my-bedroom.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-4829801367143827667</id><published>2007-10-31T16:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-31T19:30:28.034Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just like ships&lt;br /&gt;we float through each others lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those "yeah. Ok..whatever" moments, and no, I'm still supposed to be on hiatus. But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I'm procrastinating, and I figured, what the hell. One of these days I'm gonna wake up and panic as I realise how much work I've really got to do though the lack of major-assignments-due-tomorrow is kind of deceiving. Actually no, I lied. Maths test tomorrow and Chem on Friday, not to mention huge presentation and Lit essay due next week. Ughhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Today's been a noteworthy (school) day, and in case I don't make it to my diary tonight, I'm gonna quickly write something here. Haha xD Also, the last week and a half has been great as well, should note something down somewhere before I forget, right? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I realised I might not take to disappointment very well. (This isn't hte noteworthy bit, this idea came up when I turned on the computer haha oops? xD) I mean, everything's always good to/for me, I always seem to have the right results (NOT just academic wise!), and things always turn out fine even if they take some really horrible wrong turn some random point along the way. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. Things I've failed at, are things I never really cared/tried for in the first place and the only real failure I've really had/cared for was my posting after PSLE, and see how well that turned out? Mm, it kind of sounds like I'm itching for failure so I can learn how to be disappointed. I'm not, it's just an unexplored thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was half term, holidays. Keep having holidays like these, I'm never going to want to go back to school. Hahaha. Best ever, had Jess' "surprise" party, and little crew outings and things. Met new people! Which is always a plus. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School started yesterday, and it's (only been 2 days but) been good. Chose our options for General Studies yesterday, OMG I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; hoping I get to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theatre of MIME&lt;/span&gt;. How cool would that be. Or, BALLROOM DANCING. HAHA brilliant. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would&lt;/span&gt; mean having to hold hands with a boy you don't know at all, and that would be traumatizing, but it would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;! Haha, other options included some music thing bout Leonard Cohen (which I put as 2nd choice), uhm some Carry On radio programme bout Monty Python (which would be good if I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all &lt;/span&gt;witty), Yoga, European cinema, and screen printing (print on tshirts and stuff with special paint - fun, but did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too much&lt;/span&gt; of it for Os art. hahaha xD) So exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;Today was halloween! And I was a witch. xD Everyone saw me in (lucy's) witches hat (with green hair that actually looks REAL because it covers up all my real hair) and was like "AWW Shin, so sweet!" I was like, wtf, witch. Scary. Not. Sweet. Haha it was fun xD Should &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; have put on clown make up, I make a scary clown. Anyway, Chloe was a cat, so she was my familiar/cat. So was Sian (pronounced Shan), and she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;made&lt;/span&gt; her own ears it was like omggg so amazing! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sound of Music&lt;/span&gt; set painting at lunch, and overheard the rehearsal. Almost got paint on the hat, thank God I didn't. Haha. Anyway, rehearsals sounded &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; amazing, the Maria has SUCH an amazing voice, and so does Captain Von Trapp (from the boy's school). Haha he doesn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; like a captain but yeah, I just rememberd that's the point because Maria says "you don't look like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at all&lt;/span&gt; like a sea captain sir" when she first sees him. Yeah, I know the musical too well. Anyway, I hate what MrP made us do to the design of the set (which I spent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 3 of my only free lunchtimes doing AFTER I asked him to approve it), but ahwell we'll make the most of it, heheheh Ellie and I make the best team it's great. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JO&lt;/span&gt;! If you ever read this? haha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a sober alcoholic from Alcoholics Anonymous came today to speak to us in PSE. It was very, very interesting, and hardhitting, especially since they played that video after where there were actually almost-convincing actors and non-shaky filming. But yeah, alcoholism is a disease apparently? If you're an alcoholic and you give up the drink after however many years of it, and stay sober for however many years, the moment you start drinking again, even 1/2 a glass of wine, you'll be hooked again and it'll be like you never stopped drinking at all. (How horribly expressed was that?) Basically, it's a disease and it progresses/develops with time once it's started, even if you don't drink at all for 10 years. So you can't touch a drop. Which is shocking, and scary and it's so psychological, and scary. Anyway, the guy speaking was amazing, and you could feel his sincerity. He didn't tell us to not drink. I mean, he as good as told us that we could go drink till we died, it was none of his business. But that way, he made sure that he got the message through, and if we took him seriously, we won't go too far. Which was amazing, whether that was his intention or not. He wasn't emotional or anything throughout. Actually, he was kind of matter-of-fact. He wasn't funny or witty or perfect, from what he told us, he's done some horrible things. But there was just something about him that caught our attention. Maybe because he started off his speech by saying "I'm an alcoholic, and I'm proud of it." And you could tell he was genuinely happy, and satisfied and glad to be where he was, and he really loved what he was doing - helping other alcoholics and promoting what the AA does and things. It was brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bit was when I visited my Y7s in (Lucy's) witches hat! (P6/sec1) Haha haven't been to see them in so long, I actually have some sweets to give them for halloween but forgot to bring them. :/ Yeah, yupi gummy burgers! They'd love those - don't have them in this country. I brought them over during the Summer. Anyway, they were doing this tutorial thing on bullying. A), they're really really clever. B) they're really sweet, and so amazingly resilient, and they made me very impressed, and feel very fortunate (and very stupid). haha. Bullying in this country is so widespread, I've always taken it for granted that I've always had a friendly environment to go to school in (be it in Sg or here), and if I got bullied in primary school, I never knew it (Yeah, I lived in my own world). But yeah, my Y7s are so amazingly .. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt;, and they work so well together, and are so enthusiastic it's great. Haha, when I visit 4 years down the road, they're gonna have turned out into such fantastic individuals if they keep going the way they have. I left that session going, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wow&lt;/span&gt; couldn't stop talking bout it to Kat in Maths. Hahaha, oops? xD They're still such children, but they're going to go far. Especially as a form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohkay. I've been trying to figure out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; visits my blog from America, because apparently someone &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; but I don't know anyone from America, do I? Haha ahhhwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week and a half are gonna be crazy. (Oh have I mentioned, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Holes&lt;/span&gt; is one of the BEST movies I've watched, ever. SO going on my list of movies to watch over and over again. Omg I'm so tempted to steal Ellie's DVD and pretend I've lost it so I don't have to return it.) (And increasingly, I want a tablet!! Grrr, when I can be bothered, I'll scan in a doodle, you'll understand) Yup, I just attempted to list everything I have to do and gave up. My shoe box (in place of file-tray-thing) is half full of documents/essays/incomplete homework/revision reminders/trip reminders/events/commitments so I better get started. Ughhh, can't be bothered. Sat here the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; of half term going, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Need&lt;/span&gt; to do work. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(pause)&lt;/span&gt; Can't be bothered." Repeat. Haha oh sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ere goes, this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; what we should've done for Halloween. (From school musical last year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b378/xun-/n611690006_92579_3363.jpg" height="210" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-4829801367143827667?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/4829801367143827667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=4829801367143827667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4829801367143827667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4829801367143827667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-like-ships-we-float-through-each.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-3469670355909597667</id><published>2007-10-21T22:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-26T13:19:51.111Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you need to crash&lt;br /&gt;Then crash and burn you're not alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been saying this for the past couple of entries, and I guess it's time to do something about it: I need to get my act together. Kind of not just with school work, but also, to keep it as vague as possible, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;issue&lt;/span&gt;-wise, I have a couple of things to sort through. So, short-term hiatus for now, check back some point if you remember to? Haha xD To those who happen to pop by after Os, CONGRATS, if I haven't posted anything by then, you've made it, whatever the outcome. xD To those who're already done with exams, congrats to you too, now comes the fun bit, even if you've got a billion other things to do. You'll get there. School, friends, work, excercise, art, family... Haha, it'll be ok, for both you and me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit: 26th October 2007]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt; mention, I had the strangest dream last night. The thing that most vividly stands out is the part where I was coming up the stairs of the canteen at NYPS (new building) towards the catching area/open courtyard place, and saw Abby, and we smiled, then talked, like we haven't done in so long. Then we played catching with the old crew, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; was there, even Daniel, though he still looked like he did in P6 because I haven't seen him in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; long. Haha for some reason, Abby was part of the crew. Wth? Thing is, coming out of the stairs and seeing Abby kind of didn't happen just once. I think it happened 3 times, it was like the dream was on replay or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other bits worth mention would have to be me and Estee, working at the Croft Centre??! And D was there, somewhere. So was Stacey, for some reason? Haha, she was a junior in SN, I don't think I've ever really properly talked to her before since I left, apart from that breif exchange of blog tags a couple of years back. But yeah, she was sitting on a little cafe stage strumming the guitar, very content. Haha, wierd. OH, Cathy's Jewish friend was in it, no idea how to spell his name so I'm not even gonna try. He was having a haircut, and I think he was having half of it shaved, and the other bits highlighted pink. WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-3469670355909597667?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/3469670355909597667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=3469670355909597667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3469670355909597667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3469670355909597667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-you-need-to-crash-then-crash-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-2223155386445510970</id><published>2007-10-21T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:56:45.075Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided I really really REALLY want a tablet!! (Which'll probably lead on to wanting photoshop, but let's just have one expensive thing at a time..) Keep finding myself in situations where a tablet would be SO useful, as in seriously, not just for fun. I will worship the person who gives me one forever. xD Haha ughhhh. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd, Os start tomorrow so for once, my online contact list is really short. Goes to show huh, Singaporeans don't get enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This half term has been the best. As in, really. Keep having holidays like these, I'll end up actually doing no work ever, but being completely recharged by the time school starts. Which has its pros and cons, but more pros definitely xD London yesterday, shoppingggggg. FIRST time I ever enjoyed shopping, haha. That enjoyment lasted only about 1/2 - 1/3 of trip, but yeah that's better than usual. xD Charing Cross library today which was alright, found loads of really good books, espcially for wider reading for Bio/Chem. They need more fiction, and more simplified chinese books (as in, not traditional). So want to go to Pimlico! xD Anyway, just got back from Qiong's house where project ____ is underway! Omg damn fun. Now all that's left is the actualy lessons where we find out whether we're good teachers/leaders/runners-of-lunchtime-clubs or not. It'd be amazing to make it legendary, and we now have a goal. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Jess' belated (by like, a month) "surprise" birthday tomorrow! It'll be brilliant, at Cathy's, and we'll be meeting new people! Haha yay xD Funness, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; need to get down to work, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-2223155386445510970?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/2223155386445510970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=2223155386445510970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/2223155386445510970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/2223155386445510970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-decided-i-really-really-really-want.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-8623432194581087757</id><published>2007-10-18T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:02:17.838Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so it begins. (Well technically there's still a day of school left, and I have a major chem test to study for tmr (haven't started) and lots of homework but whatever) First holidays of the school year, let's make the most of it! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-8623432194581087757?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/8623432194581087757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=8623432194581087757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8623432194581087757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8623432194581087757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-so-it-begins.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-6113112769691584280</id><published>2007-10-16T21:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:29:50.202Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Funny in a certain light,&lt;br /&gt;How we all look the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little warning, I'm really NOT being emo here, these're just some thoughts that occured to me some point within the last couple of days. Plus, I'm tired, and that, of course, warrants some procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;This one regards someone who..I can't really say I'm close to, but I'd trust, to some extent simply because intuition tells me to. Haha, just so you know, you don't have to be alone. It's a choice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I whole-heartedly believe in the fact that if you gossip about someone to my face, you'll talk about me behind my back. Haha I'm sorry if this is anti-social or seems really fake but really, I don't want to join in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Motivation is priceless, and my hard work drive seems to have been burnt out. Haha, half term hols next week, time to get my act together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like making people happy. xD Sticker fun days and origami days are the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; way of doing that, I think. haha made some stars for ___ project, made some extra and wrote messages on them and gave them to people who were ill/looked sad. It was brilliant : )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I'm beginning to like speaking in front of a crowd. Haha a friendly, small-ish one though. Public speaking CAN actually get quite addictive. xD hahaha, oops? xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting back my O-level Lit paper some point after half term, quite exciting! haha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rope up, it helps.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaand, my mum's here! Haha my brother bought me the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secret&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hairspray&lt;/span&gt; soundtracks! OMG have I mentioned how much of a legend he is? xDD hehehehehe &lt;333 ALSO finally got Lion King and Monster's Inc from Issy! Haha brilliant, thanks girl. xD OMG EXCITEMENT. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time to get some sleep. School's been busy, draining, fun, and full of laughter, acutally done &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; work this half term apart from homework which is very, very bad, motivation needs to be refound some point soon. Can't believe how fast this half term has gone. Phew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-6113112769691584280?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/6113112769691584280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=6113112769691584280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6113112769691584280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6113112769691584280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/10/funny-in-certain-light-how-we-all-look.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-3251880189522345379</id><published>2007-10-14T11:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-14T19:21:07.376Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will kill the next person who mentions UCAS, points, personal statements, or further study in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, no joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking through my emails, I realise I really miss this girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b378/xun-/Copyofef89a367.jpg" height="220" width="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which kind of sucks, seeing as she comes online every 300 years, and long distance calls cost. AND, she's never allowed to go out which'll be a problem, seeing as she's graduating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die UCAS, die.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm slacking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-3251880189522345379?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/3251880189522345379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=3251880189522345379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3251880189522345379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3251880189522345379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-will-kill-next-person-who-mentions.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-3358745735440145675</id><published>2007-10-13T10:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-13T20:21:24.148Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Try and remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just read Yimin's space, last days huh. I can't imagine it, had I not left, that would've been my last day as well. It's so, so wierd - there've been so many reminders of that lately. Like meeting with Ruth, and realising we could very well have been school/class mates/friends had I gone to MGS like I was supposed to; meeting up with people who've left Tiffin; getting random msges from friends I didn't get to meet up with in the Summer, things like that. Haha I remember my last day, it was chaos, and it was just, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wow&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move along, forward's the only way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, new beginnings also seem to be the theme of the month. ___ project, which'll be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;legandary&lt;/span&gt; (name still undecided!), the cycling crew, Milennia Volunteers, Croft, and the complete lack of free lunch times, marking the ultimate beginning of the most hectic life I've ever known. Haha, the young and hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Atonement&lt;/span&gt; is the BEST drama I've seen in aaaaaaages. (Sexual imagery aside) It's so freaking sad, should &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; have rounded it off with Ratatouille (which, believe it or not only JUST arrived in this country yesterday). Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open Evening on Thursday was completely shattering, so tired by the end. INSET day yesterday was basically movie with the crew, and meeting up with Jess &amp;amp; Cathy. We need to take more pictures. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/span&gt; Season 2 is good, but not as good as season 1 so far. Haha. Was kind of bored by it, and last night was only the second episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many birthdays this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a good book. Something..exciting, some drama, some inspiration. Haha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cold Mountain  &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The School for Scandal&lt;/span&gt; seem to have completely taken over all my reading time which sucks. Anthony Powell's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Dance to the Music of Time&lt;/span&gt; seems quite good though, just started it this morning. But it doesn't strike me as something I'd be able to gather inspiration from. Haha that's kind of something I really really need right now. I need a strong, flighty heroine, and a male lead who's firm and calming and hot but never quite fits the bill until the final moment. Something that teaches you things without you knowing it. Don't get me wrong, I still love &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Outsiders&lt;/span&gt; (By S.E. Hinton) but it's so blatantly just stating whatever philosophy for drama. I need something that says something I don't pick up straight away, but when I do, I think "damn why didn't I think to put it that way?" Haha, that'd be brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's coming on Tuesday! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-3358745735440145675?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/3358745735440145675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=3358745735440145675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3358745735440145675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3358745735440145675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/10/try-and-remember-so-i-just-read-yimins.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-533653471357521827</id><published>2007-10-10T14:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-10T15:04:25.287Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>随着轻轻的风轻轻地飘!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 years, I've finally realised I CAN actually write in chinese on my comp! xD Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been the most amazing thing. I kind of miss home, and my mum, and my brother but there's been too many things going on/to remember to think about stuff like that. Busy every single lunchtime which is great, but there's never time to just put up your feet and relax until you get home which is super draining, and the circles under my eyes are HUGE now. Hahah, so much work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to get over singing properly in front of an audience; Tuesdays are helping out in Mandarin/chinese lessons after school which is hilariously boring and slow. Yesterday's led to huge excitement HAHA xD we're gonna be starting ______! Hahah I'll leave that blank FOR NOW until we come up with a better title because the one now makes it sound super boring/nerdy, you can probably guess the jist of it anyway. I think. Wednesdays are my only free days for now until my application for Croft Centre comes through (after school care for disabled children); there's open evening tomorrow and discussion for ____ at Qiong's (pronounced Chung) house before that it'll be SO tiring but OMG SO FUN and Friday's an INSET which means we don't need to go to school which means we slack and go for movies and do stuff together. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO many trips upcoming, like theatre trips for Lit and a day at the Institute of Chemistry or something like that in London. My calender is seriously completely FULL &amp;amp; I'm quite surprised there's actually not that much work to do this weekend which is brilliant. Might be going to Holly's pirate party HAHA it's great xD Her 17th birthday, everyone needs to dress up as a pirate because she says so that'll be so fun but I might not go because I'm lazy, and SO want some down time. Plus freaking Chemistry time. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks till half term holidays (1 week), this half term's gone by in such a rush, it's just gonna get even more hectic from here. Haha I'm kind of struggling just to remember what I have to do every day which is very stressing but quite rewarding la I suppose. xD We have lots of little adventures in school, and we all get really hyper. Ruth, the Singaporean girl from MGS and I are now friends which is great because we keep imagining how funny it'd be if I had gone to MGS like I was supposed to, would we have met in Tiffin still? xD Small world, it's brilliant. PROJECT ____ is now becoming a major point of enthusiasm and highness and excitement which is great, and painting the set for school musical, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/span&gt; is the best fun, especially since we get to watch them rehearse, otherwise we get to have little crew chats. xD Xun Fan Club still exists, and we might be going for lunch at Tony Roma's tomorrow! That'll be good. Haha which reminds me, it's a half day tomorrow cos of open evening xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downsides? It's getting dark earlier and earlier. &amp;amp; I haven't been able to cycle that often because of being so busy. xD that's about it. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riiight, off I go, I wanna watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha xD Been so slackerish since I got back, work doesn't seem to want to do itself and I haven't been motivated to do much unless they're due the next day or something. Keep telling myself, "Riiiiight, this week I'm gonna be hardworking". Never works. xD Ahhhwell, JIA YOU EVERYONE! (: Haha oh, and CONGRATS to those who've finished EOYS! xD Keep going for Os la, jia you : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-533653471357521827?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/533653471357521827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=533653471357521827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/533653471357521827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/533653471357521827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/10/after-2-years-ive-finally-realised-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-2070876340409271086</id><published>2007-10-05T20:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-10-05T21:06:43.832Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you get the letter I wrote you&lt;br /&gt;But I did not send?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Tired. Haha, everyone's shattered. Busy busy week. Monday, choir. Elgar's still freaking difficult; Tuesday, Career's Evening which was eye-openning and I SO wanted to go for that vet talk by MrM though there's no way I'm being a vet it's just so hilarious and amazing watching him be passionate about his subject. Haha xD Wednesday was the disabled thing (refer to previous entry) which was SO amazing, now I just need to find 2 referees and hopefully, I'm set to work there. Thursday was bio test and meeting with Kingston Mencap person; Today was gym and Kingston after school to get school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So behind in Chemistry, don't have a clue bout what we've been doing except that Fe2+ ions are green and Fe3+ are brown or something like that. 2 essays due, so much revision to do, Lit presentation, chemistry test(s) and general studies shazzz. Best general studies ever last week btw, we're doing mock elections which sounded boring at first but then it turned out to be so amazingly fun hahaha. I think it's basically turned out to be a thing where everyone just makes fools out of all the MPs, super hilarious! hahaha. Anyway they weren't joking bout the workload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy all of next week, at least it's not as hectic. So much work to do! Ahwell, Cathy's house tomorrow = cycling! Haha fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia you everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-2070876340409271086?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/2070876340409271086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=2070876340409271086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/2070876340409271086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/2070876340409271086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/10/did-you-get-letter-i-wrote-you-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-2370776127012575057</id><published>2007-10-03T20:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:51:46.576Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STRESS HAS OFFICIALLY ARRIVED.&lt;br /&gt;Can you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt;, there're only 3 weeks till half term?&lt;br /&gt;Oh em gee, programmes every day = Not. Good.&lt;br /&gt;Major freaking bio test tomorrow, cram cram cram.&lt;br /&gt;Worst. Week. So. Far.&lt;br /&gt;Best general studies lesson EVER though yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; checking out the community service place today.&lt;br /&gt;(Disabled after school care for children)&lt;br /&gt;This little boy, Jack, I think? Kept coming over and holding my hand,&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't even officially on duty/volunteering yet, just looking around. *melts*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-2370776127012575057?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/2370776127012575057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=2370776127012575057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/2370776127012575057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/2370776127012575057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/10/stress-has-officially-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-2285882847898313300</id><published>2007-09-30T19:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:00:25.140Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something MrsC said in an assembly just came back to me. She's the principal, and I generally don't remember things said in assemblies unless they're notices/I wrote it/my class did it or something, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could be part of a turning point in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;part of&lt;/span&gt; it but rather we're here to witness it, unless we sign the &lt;a href="http://www.avaaz.org/en/stand_with_burma/t.php?cl=21366408"&gt;avaaz&lt;/a&gt; thingum (which by the way is really amazing), who knows right it could make a difference. Haha I'm talking about the Burmese monks btw. Sign it, it could be a turning point. Can you imagine saying 30 years down the road to your kids who're learning it in History that you were there to support/watch it when it happened? Haha I can't believe I'm sitting here, typing this, listenning to Jay Chou and however many thousand miles away people are raising huge protests in the streets. Good for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-2285882847898313300?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/2285882847898313300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=2285882847898313300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/2285882847898313300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/2285882847898313300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/09/something-mrsc-said-in-assembly-just.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-4428811731677751059</id><published>2007-09-29T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-30T16:30:27.210Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's been a while since I've seen you,&lt;br /&gt;so how have you been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends again! The older you get the faster time flies, I swear. (Cliche!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're doing a concert with Tiffin Boy's in November! It'll be fun, Elgar (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dreams of Gerontius&lt;/span&gt;) is seriously difficult, and the teachers I have this year are brilliant. I'm growing to (re-)love singing more and more each day, and it's not so hard to sing properly in front of people anymore (: Here's to first steps! &amp;amp; I finally remembered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; I liked CCA so much in Primary School. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full marks for first test of the year! Hahahaha, Bio. Such a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on my way to overcoming my fear of speaking to groups of strangers that consists of more than 5 people. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project mentioned in previous entry also includes writing journals in Chinese. I still remember my cheng yus! xD Hahaha but I keep forgetting how to write them.  Oops? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New friends are of the variety/species of English I haven't had much contact with before. Haven't figured out the way they think yet but I'd love to. They seem like good people and we have little hilarious adventures in school. AND, they're so freaking smart sitting next to them is really demoralising. Hahaha xD They're sweet la and I'm learning more and more every day, not just academic-wise. I think I'm gonna like this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,&lt;br /&gt;"Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht frist and lsat ltteer is at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by itslef but the wrod as a wlohe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm illllllllllll. So tired, couldn't do anything properly in the gym yesterday. Might be cycling over to Twickenham later to get the bicycles checked out. Ughhhh muscle. Ache. Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next 2 weeks promise to be killer weeks, have things every day after school next week and lots of homework and 2 essays already lined up for the week after plus stuff after school then as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Chou's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yi Ran Fan Te Xi&lt;/span&gt; album is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of cycling done, been exploring the area every day after school the past week and I've found 3 short cuts to school! (Not that I needed them). And beautiful spots by the river I need to bring my camera out more often. My fitness is horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry trip to the Institute of Chemistry in London in November! It'll be so fun. Hahah who knows right, I might decide I have a hidden passion for Chemistry I never knew of before. Possible trip to France for Lit at the end of the year! Omggggggg how cool would that be. Pray that it won't cost too much. AND, theatre trip soon to watch something by Carol Ann Duffy. Wahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hairspray&lt;/span&gt;. Is. Coming. To. The. Theatres. In. November. Oh. My. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat and I might be doing the London-Brighton cycle together in the Summer! Or, might do it with Cathy (&amp;amp; Becky). Will be so amazing la. Plus, 10km run in London with Cathy in the Summer for some cause or other (Breast Cancer Research maybe?). Train train train. xD Haha it'll be so tiring/hard but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imagine&lt;/span&gt; doing the London-Cromwell one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That&lt;/span&gt; would be a killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They weren't kidding when they said there'd be lots of opportunities &amp;amp; things to do this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cold Mountain&lt;/span&gt; is freaking hard to analyse. Ughh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokay, hope I don't have a fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit: 729pm]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially 38degreesC. I give myself the right to slack though I really can't afford to cos I'm probably going to school on Monday and productivity rate is gonna be bad tomorrow. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway: (best way to waste time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUY-ISH&lt;br /&gt;[x] you own a jersey&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like being sweaty&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you love mud&lt;br /&gt;[x] you've played at least one sport on a team&lt;br /&gt;[x] you've played more than 1 sport for fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you hate pink&lt;br /&gt;[x] you love hoodies and jeans&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pranks are fun&lt;br /&gt;[] dogs are better than cats&lt;br /&gt;[ ] its funny when people get hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total = 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] shopping is torture&lt;br /&gt;[ ] pulling heads off dolls isnt creepy. its fun.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you dont cry&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sad movies suck&lt;br /&gt;[ ] girl drama is stupid&lt;br /&gt;[x] painting your nails is weird/stupid&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own a ps2&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own an xbox&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own a gamecube&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like to watch porn&lt;br /&gt;[] you like sexy girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you used to be obsessed with power rangers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you watch sports center&lt;br /&gt;[x] you watch sports on tv sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gorey movies are the best!&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you arent scared of anything (only 2 fears)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you take part in "male bonding"&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you only go to your dad for advice&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you own like a trillion baseball caps&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you're not sensitive&lt;br /&gt;[x] no pain no gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like going to football games&lt;br /&gt;[x] night games rock&lt;br /&gt;[ ] spiders and bugs are cool&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like to freak out your sister or brother&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you used to or do collect basketball cards&lt;br /&gt;[ ] saggy pants are cool&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you get sports illustrated/other sports/ guy magazine&lt;br /&gt;[ ] fire is cool&lt;br /&gt;[x] you don't babysit&lt;br /&gt;[] you're immature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total = 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] its kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people&lt;br /&gt;[x] green, black, red or blue or silver are your favorite color(s)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] romantic comedies are boring&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you hate dressing up&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you dont care about your hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you love to go crazy and not care what people think&lt;br /&gt;[ ] climbing is fun&lt;br /&gt;[ ] contact sports like football are fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total = 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand total = 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL-ISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you wear lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you shop&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you wear eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;[x] you buy different colored shirts&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you wear halters and tube tops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] you don't like shopping at hot topic&lt;br /&gt;[x] you wear the color pink&lt;br /&gt;[x] you consider cheerleading a sport&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you hate wearing the color black&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you love hanging at the mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you like getting manicures and/or pedicures&lt;br /&gt;[x] you wear jewelery&lt;br /&gt;[x] skirts are a part of your wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you take a long time doing your hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] shopping is one of your favorite hobbies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you hate the movie star wars&lt;br /&gt;[ ] you cry in movies&lt;br /&gt;[x] you are/were in cheerleading, gymnastics, or dance&lt;br /&gt;[ ] it takes you more than 1/2 hour to get dressed and put on other accesories&lt;br /&gt;[x] you smile a lot more than you should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand total = 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA am I supposed to be a boy? Such a joke, this is the most stereotypical quiz ever xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm far from being a fan, but people should give Britney Spears a break, she's only in her 20s no matter how long she's been around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Freedom Writers&lt;/span&gt;! AND, new season of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ugly Betty&lt;/span&gt; starting on Friday! xDD Brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also, thinking of moving. It'll be kind of sad, I've had this space since sec1 (though most past entries have been moved to other places) but there're also more than 3 people I've found out  who read this space which stops me from writing many things. xD Yeah, it's the world wide web, but there's something about it that makes me uncomfortable. Haha if those people still manage to find wherever I move to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; if&lt;/span&gt; I do, then good for them, as long as I don't know about it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-4428811731677751059?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/4428811731677751059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=4428811731677751059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4428811731677751059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4428811731677751059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-while-since-ive-seen-you-so.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-1974234524870473131</id><published>2007-09-25T17:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-25T17:55:25.671Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A project I'm working on, figured I'd publish it here because I'm procrastinating, and I needed comments. Hahah xD Just so you know, "I" is a fictional character.&lt;br /&gt;___________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to craft a masterpiece. I've read about Hope Stars, the Mirror of Erised, the God of Small Things, Northanger Abbey. I've seen works of art I can't comprehend, silent delight spread across serious faces, brilliance shining through adversity. Piece by piece, these collections have built up and grown, forming a whole, like a broken shaft of sunlight merging to become one as the sun moves across the sky; shattering and merging, a repeated cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that broken shaft of sunlight black, gothic, dark - in an alternate universe. Impenetrable, like the space in a hollowed dome without opennings, where thoughts amass. That single black ray of sunshine. Covered up by more prominent rays, stealthily, sneakily spreading through unknown pockets of the hollow dome. Silently gathering momentum. Silently, silently, silently, until a giant, golden, pristine ray of thought rises. Higher and higher it goes, curling at the edges as it hits the ceiling of the outer cylinder, finally plunging forwards with such force, the dome is flattened, surrounded by dancing golden rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There always is a happy ending. Remember though, the dome hasn't disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having second thoughts about that last paragraph. Incomplete, nothing special, just an attempt at something - more to come! COMMENTS PLEASE. Haha xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-1974234524870473131?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/1974234524870473131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=1974234524870473131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1974234524870473131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1974234524870473131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/09/project-im-working-on-figured-id.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-370422475318547291</id><published>2007-09-23T11:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-23T13:20:29.330Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting my voice back! But at the same time, I'm half-losing it because I now have an almost-blocked nose. Hahah ahwelllllll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bicycles came yesterday! xD We're gonna assemble it later before riding into town to pick up some things. Yay! Haha it'll be painful though, arms are seriously aching after gym on Friday xD The third day is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; the worst la walau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner yesterday with Isabel + family was good, great to catch up &amp;amp; see everyone again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; not geared to work. Have basically slacked my way through this entire weekend, doing only the bare minimum. There doesn't seem to be any motivation, the gears haven't kicked in yet. And when I think about it, I'm not really sure what I am/have been working for, apart from not disappointing people or making people proud. Apart from those expectations, I really have no idea why I worked so hard for Os, and why I'm kicking myself for not working as hard as I did this time last year. Sure, school's only just started but still, carry on like this and I'll probably fall behind which'll be very, very bad. I mean, the school's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; talking about UCAS applications, references and personal statements, and I have no idea where I'm headed or what I'm working for, or which vague direction my dreams lie. But then, this is just self-destructive thinking because if I start to think there isn't any point, then I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; won't work, which means I won't get those results, which means my options will all be completely closed which'll be bad, so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to self-motivation! (JIA YOU EVERYONE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'm wondering what it says about your friendship when someone hesitates just to ask, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey, how are you&lt;/span&gt;. There're pros and cons to this blog thing and just so you know, it's the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;World Wide &lt;/span&gt;Web, anyone could be reading what you write. People could know secrets you never divulged, secrets you didn't choose to tell them at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First cryptic message of the (school) year!&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-370422475318547291?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/370422475318547291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=370422475318547291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/370422475318547291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/370422475318547291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-getting-my-voice-back-but-at-same.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-6816659664060686551</id><published>2007-09-21T21:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-22T08:58:42.698Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New lay! Not drastically different, but it's been aaaaaaages since I last had an image on this space, and I was bored (NOBODY works on Friday afternoons unless you've got exams), and this is too unfrequented to make too pretty anyway so I didn't bother. Hahaha. The picture was a random idea, might replace it once I find a good picture. Just thought this space needed a change, that's all. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a fan club. HAHA, seriously wtf? It's like having groupies. Haha it's damn sweet la but I have no idea how it came about. Free periods in the first week, talked to a couple of new girls and we sat together in the common room. The next thing I know, I'm part of their crew, Chloe, Ellie and Lucy are honourary members, and they're screaming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WE LOVE YOU XUN&lt;/span&gt; everytime I leave wherever they're sitting or whenever they leave. Haha it's hilarious but OHMYGOD what the hell. Haha I should make a uhmm I LOVE THE FANS club or something. Ahwell, there's also a Xun Hate Club. Hahahah in-joke xD See, it really benefits to be named after a body part. (To them, Xun = Shin) ('Nuff said, people in this country are strange.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First singing lesson this week (in more than 3 months) rounded off all the first lessons of the year. It would've been last week but the teacher was absent. Anyway, it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt;. Haha probably because Chloe and I were warming up throughout the day going crazy over Disney songs (had free tutorial i.e. half and hour of sing-along coupled with the rest of the singing/humming/tossing-words-around-in-meaningless-tunes we usually do) and just about anything else. Haha, and also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carrot Juice is Murder&lt;/span&gt; by Arrogant Worms which is just about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; hahaha we're the best singing duo EVER. xD Good times. Haha, always reminds me of evening out with JC/H/Vinette. Haha anyway now I'm losing my voice/my throat's killing me, and there're 2 choirs to attend on Monday (Senior &amp;amp; Chamber). Mm, fun haha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upper body muscles this afternoon at the gym - second half of our induction. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have biceps&lt;/span&gt;! Hahaha it was fun. Keep this up, we're gonna get so fit xD Oooh, bicycle's coming soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm. So the past week has been fun, hilarious, brilliant, something to be grateful for. Downsides, would be the lag times between classes or whenever else, I found that it hasn't been good for my mind to wander in the past couple of weeks. Also, the huge saturation of info we've got to take in, especially for Bio which is partly why it's so interesting I suppose. All teachers sin because all teachers lie. Haha. LIT IS FREAKING TOUGH. First test of the year next week! Dr Brennan's bio, walau super lots of info to remember. Haha, I like being busy. (: Came back after gym today and talked to Yimin and Sean online! xD Haha walau those 2 are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; on when I am, otherwise they're busy or something. It was goood. Haha I still don't like MSN but what to do right, it's the only means of communication. Ahhwelllll. Os should finish like nowwwwww, what's the point of prelims straight before another full set of exams! Ughhh. Hahahah KEEP IT UP LAAAAA. JIA YOU EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-6816659664060686551?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/6816659664060686551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=6816659664060686551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6816659664060686551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6816659664060686551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-lay-not-drastically-different-but.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-2239810628517572316</id><published>2007-09-19T18:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-19T19:12:30.552Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you're able to say, "Hey, this is me, I like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;, it's who I am", you'll know you've found yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think that green is a poignant colour; looking out into fields of green is amazing, something that never fails to fill me with a sense well-being and just all-round peace and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wowness&lt;/span&gt; (!). Can't wait for the bicycle to arrive, I'd go cycling every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a day for random thoughts from small to gob-smacking huge. Maybe I haven't figured out how to do many things yet, I haven't found how to be the person I want to be 10 years from now, but haha it was a day to be grateful for. This year's proving to be bittersweet but brilliant, such a contradiction but there you have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...A paradigm is a perception of the way things are and are often incorrect or unrealistic. Don’t say, “I can’t do it”. Because even when you don’t really mean it, your subconscious will take your negative thoughts into account and put them into action. Your subconscious has more influence over your actions than you think. Though it might be difficult sometimes, say “I CAN” because whether you believe it or not, your subconscious will. So…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAKE YOUR DREAMS HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because as someone famous once said, 'You can’t make footprints in the sands of time by sitting on your bum. And who wants to leave bum-prints in the sands of time?'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-2239810628517572316?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/2239810628517572316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=2239810628517572316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/2239810628517572316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/2239810628517572316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-youre-able-to-say-hey-this-is-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-5321786627996529468</id><published>2007-09-18T16:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-18T16:52:12.301Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School so far has been pretty good, interesting, and I'm annoyed bout not taking psychology but that's about it. General Studies at the boy's school today was freaking wierd, and MrR still hates me, you can tell. Hahaha, their school is really pretty though it smells funny. Hahaha xD The new senior choir teacher is SO good, SO glad I decided to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand, I have kettle chips on my table!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-5321786627996529468?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/5321786627996529468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=5321786627996529468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5321786627996529468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5321786627996529468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/09/school-so-far-has-been-pretty-good.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-6515316214876412044</id><published>2007-09-15T07:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:03:51.151Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had the strangest, most vivid dream last night. Everyone I knew was in it, even Betrand, this guy from kindergarten who eventually went to NYPS but I never really spoke to him after I dropped out of K1. He actually lives just down the road. HAHA xD Anyway, almost everyone was in it, doing something I can't remember. We might have been in the zoo, in the ostrich arena thing. HAHA yeah. Otherwise, I'm mixing up dreams xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because I haven't done these in aaaaaages, and because the dream put me in mind of so many people, here goes, statements!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 You might have noticed that our friendship hasn't been moving forward. It's always revolving around the same lines, questions, answers, and to some extent, jokes. It's only been a couple of years, but at this point I'm not sure whether I want to be as close to you as it's made out to be. Maybe it's just me looking too much on the surface, but I mean, friends are supposed to build you up, not constantly put you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 You might be surprised you're on here if you're reading this, haha I don't think you'll know this is about you. But anyway, have I mentioned how amazing you are? xD We've had fun times online, and I was so shocked to learn how similar we are in terms of interests and what tickles our sense of humour. Haha you're clever and witty, and egoistic but sure, it was good to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 I'm not really sure what's gonna happen next year, but I hope we'll still be able to talk, and I hope you do well for Os, because it's what you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 I don't think I ever really got to know you properly until recently. Here comes the not-that-positive bit. You expect so much for me to do well, I find myself constantly not completely being myself in front of you because people's expectations make me do and say really stupid things I always kick myself for afterwards. To some extent, I don't think you're the kind of person I'd be good friends with had I met you just last year but yeah, here comes the positive bit: I'm actually really glad we're friends and you are who you are. I think, when the time comes, you're somebody anyone can count on. Haha thanks for your sincerity, but I still think there's so much more to you than you're letting on. Haha, I just made this so obvious to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 This one goes out to 2 people xD You're both sensitive, and you pick up on things no one else does. For that, I really admire you. Haha xD It came as a surprise when I first noted this fact but you're amazing, and I'm so glad we talk. &amp;amp; this is where it branches off: Person #1, I'm not sure I know you that well yet, but you're genuine, and you really really want the best for other people. That's so rare, and I love you for that. xD Person #2 you're not really in a good place right now, but I hope you re-find yourself soon because I'd love for you to be genuinely happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I've thrown in a couple of phrases here and there to make them less obvious. Try to guess who they are, I won't say anything unless you're right xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're doing a project in school, and for that I had to review the Sec4's farewell video from last year because I totally forgot how to use Windows Movie Maker. Anyway, rewatched the video, and I found so many things I'd change, and so many different ways I'd have handled the whole thing had I done it this year. Haha it's only been a year, but it's lent so much perspective, and I'm wondering whether this just means I'm growing up, or I've finally moved on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I found some really good photos recently, will post them up when I've got more time. For now, the List (see previous entry) calls, should get down to some work. KEEP IT UP EVERYONE!&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=6711512663497470889&amp;amp;score0=21&amp;amp;score1=27&amp;amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-6515316214876412044?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/6515316214876412044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=6515316214876412044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6515316214876412044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6515316214876412044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-had-strangest-most-vivid-dream-last.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-256654121920742040</id><published>2007-09-14T15:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-14T15:52:45.167Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- Don't lose your way with each passing day, you've come so far, don't throw it away. Live believing, dreams are for weaving, wonders are waiting to start. Live your story: faith, hope and glory, hold to the truth in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls in the wind, must learn how to bend. Seek out a star, hold on till the end. Valley, mountain, there is a fountain, washes our tears all away. If we hold on together, I know our dreams will never die. - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If We Hold On Together, Diana Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First major gym workout today, will so totally feel the aches tomorrow but yeah, it was SUPER satisfying and the trainers are really really friendly and not at all condescending. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's finally the weekends. School is gradually getting less tiring, but the work is starting to pile up and I'm beginning to see what they mean when they say we're gonna suffer and probably fail if we decide to slack, which kind of seriously sucks but ahwell. I LOVE BIO. OMG it's super cool, and interesting, and the teachers are brilliant, and it's just..WOAH. Haha, I'm beginning to like chem as well despite hating it last time. It's gooood. Haha. The only bad points would have to be with Maths because the teachers are good, but not very interesting, and I never had that strong an interest in Maths anyway. Lit is freaking tough, and I have so much reading to do this weekend. Otherwise, I'm still trying to get used to it. Haha seriously, Olevel lit was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joke&lt;/span&gt;, especially when compared to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the true spirit of .. .. .. being.. organised, and muggerish and whatever else, I've made a list! Haha. The list is freaking scary, there're SO many things to do la. Haha, wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-256654121920742040?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/256654121920742040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=256654121920742040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/256654121920742040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/256654121920742040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/09/dont-lose-your-way-with-each-passing.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-3988240684859355823</id><published>2007-09-10T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-10T16:09:55.791Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;There's more than just&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Trying to make it through the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm learning how to play &lt;em&gt;Angels&lt;/em&gt; by Robbie Williams &amp; &lt;em&gt;Reflection&lt;/em&gt; on the keyboard. Haha it's greeat, andddddd I'll hopefully start on the &lt;em&gt;Secret&lt;/em&gt; soundtrack soon! Haha that'll be fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mr D is the wierdest form &amp;amp; Bio teacher ever because he randomly goes off in a corner and talks to himself and laughs in the weirdest high-pitched almost-gay-but-not-quite way. &amp; he so totally doesn't remind you of a rock guitarist though that's apprently what he did for the first half of his life. So far I've managed to make myself really really obvious to him without meaning to because I sit near the front and whenever I say hello to a friend who comes in in the morning he thinks I'm saying hey to him so he replies no matter how many times I say it to whoever. HAHA it's hilarious but yeahhhhhh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lit. Is. Cool. 'Nuff said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uhmmm, yeah. This is the part where I say I miss home, and Sg in general, and CJXS/Pri school outings, and SN, and the hockers, and the clique. Strangely enough though, life so far has been so full of adapting and getting used to and helping the new girls settle down there hasn't been that much time to miss them as much as I usually would at this point. So that's good, hope everyone back home's ok, KEEP IT UP! hahaha xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-3988240684859355823?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/3988240684859355823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=3988240684859355823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3988240684859355823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3988240684859355823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/09/theres-more-than-just-trying-to-make-it.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-597636182159676485</id><published>2007-09-08T08:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-08T09:39:26.593Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>{If you ever say goodbye, no regrets - I won't ask why. And I wish you all the best luck in the world. Should you ever change your mind holding back the sunshine, are you ever gonna be quite satisfied? Postcard from heaven, don't know where you belong. Never find the perfect situation till you know where you're from. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lighthouse Family&lt;/span&gt;)}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handwriting's atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my MP3 plugged in all night (because the dark, especially the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silent dark&lt;/span&gt; is freaking scary), and it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; got battery. Haha walau, I thought it could only live for 4 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had 3 days of school and we already have homework!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lessons in A level Psychology are apparently just sitting around talking about each other, and learning stuff about each other and some psychobabble and reading the textbook and discussing it and I am so so jealous because that's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; what I imagined them to be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First lessons in A Level English Lit are so fun, no regrets at all, I'd have been bored to tears in History, seeing how bored I was with the homework and MrsK's teaching methods. Looking forward to first Lit lesson with Mr K next week, haha he's going to be hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New girls seem pretty nice, which is just about the safest word you can use to describe someone you don't really know yet but yeah, that's about all we know about them atm. Haha except for one mysterious girl who randomly uped and left on the 3rd day without saying good bye to anyone. Haha, one of those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't fit in&lt;/span&gt; moments, I think. Ahwell, hope she does well in wherever she went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've been a slacker of a prefect, doesn't feel much different from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; being one except the teachers who actually know you're one expect you to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guai&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA like that makes any difference but yeah, whole different story once we get our badges, eh. Also, no duties so far &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; not looking forward to Monday, I'll have 2 shifts to carry out but then I'll be free for the rest of the week so yay xD I don't think my sec1 class knows who I am yet there's never actually been time to effect proper introductions but yeah, the teacher seems really good, will have fun working with her haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Enterprise seems like something I'd like to get involved in - they weren't joking when they said there'd be lots of opportunities in the 6th Form. Haha it's basically like IPW but more fun, it's kind of like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; setting up your own business. But it'd require so much commitment, won't be able to get involved in anything much apart from that if I get in. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiredddd. I'm trying to figure out whether it's STILL jetlag (which has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; lasted this long before) or is it just the transition from holiday to school and sec4 to JC or sthing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treatment of 6th Formers is so so different from treatment we recieved 3 months ago in Sec4 which is taking SO much time to get used to because we're really being treated like adults most of us weren't prepared for how different and strange that'd be, especially because the teachers are all the same. There's so much freedom and everyone expects you to be independant and teachers aren't strict with you the way they're strict with sec school students and some are even scared of us I think. Hahaha. I mean, we're only 3 months older and we're being treated a completely different way it's like, WTH? Haha this is what being legal does to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hairspray&lt;/span&gt; again, curse £7 tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to do so much wider reading for English &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; because I'm so far behind cos everyone started reading classics at age 10 while I succumbed to the &lt;s&gt;wonders&lt;/s&gt; of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal Ark&lt;/span&gt; which, come to think of it, was completely brainless and predictable and the rest of it. Hahaha ahwellllllll. We're doing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cold Mountain&lt;/span&gt; by Charles Frazier and poems by Carol Ann Duffy and Shakespere (everybody go woooooo!)and another play ughhh I hate reading plays they annoy me there isn't any point unless you want to actually act out the play. But &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cold Mountain&lt;/span&gt; seems pretty good I'm on page 15. Haha. Oh &amp; what I remember of the movie of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David Copperfield&lt;/span&gt; by Dickens starts exactly the same way (as in, word for word) as the book, they must've lifted the entire passage. Why does that surprise me? Haha I dunno, just thought I'd say it because when I read it it sounded so familiar xD Haha apparently &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David Copperfield&lt;/span&gt;'s Dickens' favourite book out of all that he's written which is really kind of intriguing in a very nerdy/book wormy way but yeah, I'm on page..23 I think? It's just like a typical Dickens, more personal I guess seeing as it's his (auto)biography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohyeah we have 2 teachers per sub which is gonna be interesting, and very, very good considering how much more time we'll be spending on each subject than what we're used to staring at the same teacher for more than 3 hours a week would be a little uh, concentrated (HAHA essence of teacher: from concentrate) no matter how interesting the teacher was considering how much closer the relationship between students and teachers are in JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I omited (sp?) alot of punctuation marks in that hahha oops, ahwelllll. xD Haha also, there're so few xDs in this post  xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We no longer have Richard as hockey coach. Instead we've got MsB who's the new p.e. teacher who incidentally is the form teacher of the sec1s I'm supposed to help which is good, at least it's someone I'm going to get to know. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't sung properly since ..the last lesson which was more than 3 months ago, am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; glad I didn't try out for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sound of Music&lt;/span&gt; (this year's school play) auditions because it would've sucked and MrX is back, and he's freaking bias and I don't want to be in a play when he's co-directing. Haha my teacher'll kill me for my rustiness but ahwellll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's proving to be very exciting/nerve-wrecking/completely new &amp; therefore needs alot of adjustment (pretend I hyphenated all that) so far it's gonna be an interesting year. Hope it settles down soon, but not too much because otherwise dullness would exist and that wouldn't be good. Mm. I like being busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I better go read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cold Mountain&lt;/span&gt; going to Jess' house later with Cathy should be fun. xD KEEP IT UP EVERYONE! (: jia you hahaha xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-597636182159676485?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/597636182159676485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=597636182159676485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/597636182159676485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/597636182159676485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-you-ever-say-goodbye-no-regrets-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-4772664814611547976</id><published>2007-09-05T15:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-05T17:53:40.922Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everybody's looking for that something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school! Freaking tired, (jet lagggg) but yeah. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Prefect's meeting yesterday was fun, haha people couldn't recognise me with short hair but that was about it xD Had a briefing, and lots of biscuits/cake! Haha. It's been a day and 1 hour (if you count the meeting), I can already forsee a really really fun year ahead! (: It'll be busy, yeah but still. Haha, might not be posting so much after this week, might be busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lessons today, supposed to have Period 5 (the last lesson) but I had a free so got to come home. The rest of the day was basically for general admin &amp; form time. Mr D is seriously funny HAHAHA xD and most of the new guy teachers are seriously hot xDD HAHAHA it was super hilarious la, everyone kept talking about them. xD Went to school earlier, to meet the Y7s. Haha I was so freaking nervous la, I mean, a class of 30 people you don't know staring at you when your english accent is still highly rusty? HAHA. But turned out I didn't really have much time to talk to them and stuff because of all the things they had to do &amp;amp; the limited time I had before I had to report. xD Walau, this job is scaryyyyyyyy. Haha OH NO, might screw up :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in JC (sixth form) is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so &lt;/span&gt;strange, it's like we get to go to the sixth form centre and everything when before, it was so strictly out of bounds. And we get to go out for lunch, and we get free periods to do anything, and we're treated like adults (which has its ups and downs). AND we have a common room - 2 stories + a garden + computers to ourselves! Haha admittedly, it's damn rundown but STILL. AND we get to wear our own clothes and everyone'll know we're older and stuff (which kind of needs ALOT of getting used to) and we have to do lots of independent study or something. It's kind of intimidating but exciting as well haha, will have ALL the subs tmr, Thursday is seriously the fullest day for everyone. Quite apprehensive, but I'd like to see what's in store. AND we have 2 teachers per sub, HAHAHA I have Mr K again for Lit, we actually do NO work in his class and he SO marks based on length (quantity, NOT quality) so I'm SO set for Lit Coursework xD (It's a widely-known fact that I write far too much.) Haha maybe he's different for JC though, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school's promising to be very busy/exciting/intimidating/friendly/entertaining/tiring, though I haven't taken the politics into account yet because it was quite obvious today the different kinds of people around and the different groups of people that are going to exist but I'm not going to judge that. I mean, let it be, it might turn out differently after all seeing as it's only been the first day. Haha it would be pointless to form a negative perspective so early on. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oohkay, I better go read through the mole concept of something before I make a fool out of myself tomorrow xD I have Mr H who was the first teacher I ever met in this school. Haha he has an almond shaped shiny head, and is sweet and friendly, but still intimidating in the way he speaks and stuff haha. Hope nothing too important is explained tomorrow I don't think I'm processing things that well yet, omg so tired. Hahaha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-4772664814611547976?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/4772664814611547976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=4772664814611547976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4772664814611547976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4772664814611547976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/09/everybodys-looking-for-that-something.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-6366858591332070048</id><published>2007-09-03T08:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:04:25.304Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp; we'll paint by numbers&lt;br /&gt;'Till something sticks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK, to the UK: back to reality. I have to say (and this is NOT an exaggeration), the past month has been like something out of someone else's life. I mean sure, everyone's been busy with exams and things but just to have had the moments I've had in the past 5 weeks have made this trip the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; (as I've said before). I dunno, it was just different this time round. Lots more..bonding haha. It was just more meaningful la, and alot of things became clear through snippets of conversation and little actions, and talks. For that, I'm grateful. Haha - change doesn't have to be all bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks have to go to everyone I've been out with this trip no matter how long the gathering and also to those who msged me last night. Special thanks have to go out to those at the airport last night haha - Jia Cong, Jia Hong, Sean. Haha, and also for spending the day with me xD it was like, the first last day I didn't feel like crying. Pure entertainment man. xD Haha I'm missing those guys already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, time to unpack. It's been a brilliant month, caffiene to keep me going for the next year, till I go home again. KEEP IT UP EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha last night I was so tired I slept at 730pm and woke around 6am, it was gooood xD (It's the 4th now btw) Before that, met up with Jess and Cathy! Haha Jess came over to cook lunch and I kept spilling everything because my hands wouldn't listen to me. HAHA. Town after with them, was struggling just to keep my eyes open xD But ANYWAY, hopefully, jetlag will be over soon because school's starting tomorrow! (UGH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm supposed to be doing History because I haven't changed my options yet and I hope there's space *prays*. Prefect's meeting later hope they don't go through anything important I don't think I'm processing anything that well yet HAHAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schoooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold, but sunny so that's good. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Brrrr&lt;/span&gt;. Need to hurry &amp; climatise! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I miss homeeee. This flat is so freaking quiet I'm so glad it's so bright and sunny though, makes things alot better. And I have so many additions to my wall this time round, also need to get some photos developed! Haha, especially the CJXS pictures. xD Which reminds me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jia Cong&lt;/span&gt;, AIRPORT PICTURES PLEASE! haha. Goddddd I miss them. Ahwell, I should be glad, it's so much better this time round. Hmm. I think I'll go to the river some point. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-6366858591332070048?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/6366858591332070048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=6366858591332070048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6366858591332070048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6366858591332070048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/09/well-paint-by-numbers-till-something.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-5384928940495748424</id><published>2007-09-01T15:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-09-01T15:15:18.387Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listening to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kids&lt;/span&gt; by Robbie Williams, I can't remember what crossed my mind (it had nothing to do with the song) before I had this insane urge to laugh. Oh my god now he's no rapping it's kind of the wierdest thing I can't remember ever listening to this song till the end before. Hahaha ok he's gooooood. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rock DJ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-5384928940495748424?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/5384928940495748424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=5384928940495748424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5384928940495748424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5384928940495748424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/09/listening-to-kids-by-robbie-williams-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-6735863218599293302</id><published>2007-08-31T08:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-31T14:11:49.703Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b378/xun-/P1010052.jpg" height="250" width="350" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stunned. &amp;, surprise of surprises came in mute form today, which is kind of hard to grasp and I'm STILL stunned, right now. Haha. Actually though, looking back, I'm kind of glad we're friends, of sorts. Hahaha. Wow. It's hard to believe how we've all turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, above is who turned up for the p6 gathering today. To NYPS before that, more stunning, saw so many people I never thought I'd actually see again. Haha it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, saying good bye seriously freaking sucks, big time. Especially this trip.. Ahwell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-6735863218599293302?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/6735863218599293302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=6735863218599293302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6735863218599293302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6735863218599293302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-10196180812457159</id><published>2007-08-30T15:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-30T15:26:40.964Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give this song another listen&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my voice it's my disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey There Delilah&lt;/span&gt; is STILL on repeat. I swear, the number of times the same songs have been on repeat is kind of freaky. Like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drops of Jupiter&lt;/span&gt; and all things Rockapella and Billy Gilman. &amp; occasionally Matchbox Twenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. Watched &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MxfSDGWPGwg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, again. First time I've watched it since after MUD, I don't think it'll really mean much to people unless you were there, and you were part of this year. I dunno, this year group's the most amazing thing - everyone's smart, yeah, that's obvious but at the same time, it's not. Haha when you first see them, them being smart, it's not the first thing you see, and that's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, they've all got their quirks and individuality and for most people, it's easy to see how they mean well. And we have SO much fun together. And I dunno, I really really like the spirit. You know, when we get together as a year to do stuff, like MUD. And then, there was just this feeling of, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's over&lt;/span&gt;. Prom was the last time we really got to spend together as a year, after this it'll change, and we're gonna get new girls, and some are gonna leave. It's actually quite sad. Haha, it was brilliant while it lasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-10196180812457159?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/10196180812457159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=10196180812457159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/10196180812457159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/10196180812457159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/08/give-this-song-another-listen-close.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-1496398694597646196</id><published>2007-08-29T15:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-29T15:52:59.580Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hakuna Matata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I WANT TO WATCH THE LION KING.&lt;br /&gt;AND HAIRSPRAY.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. HAIRSPRAY.&lt;br /&gt;IS. BRILLIANT.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO LISTEN TO THE ORIGINAL CAST RECORDING.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. HAIRSPRAY!&lt;br /&gt;Haha WHO WANTS TO WATCH WITH ME AGAIN. BEFORE SUNDAY.&lt;br /&gt;CALL ME. NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, watched that with my brother (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, dinner with Jia Cong/Hong &amp; Vynette! HAHA super funny, walked the WHOLE way round CCAB looking for the food court before we eventually gave up and went to Prata Cafe. To cut a long story short, it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt;, and we made a pinky promise! HAHAHA xD Brilliant is my new favourite blogging word btw, if you haven't noticed. xD Haha it was a good night, with the right amounts of fun, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hilarity&lt;/span&gt;, laughter, and seriousness. And. Singing. HAHA. We NEVER have to go to kbox. Seriously, just put me and Jia Cong together. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A present is a small part of a person for you to keep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Randomly, I LOVE this quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, this has been the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; trip. No, really. I dunno, this time round, the changes in me have been the most obvious - kind of like I'm able to stand back, and see a little bit of the person I've become. Which is kind of wierd, kind of satisfying, and kind of...strange, and a little bit indescribable. In both good and bad ways. I mean, we're all looking for ourselves - isn't that what growing up is supposed to be about? It's one thing no one's going to give us instructions about. Anyway, I re-found friends I thought I'd lost, and friends that've always been there (sometimes without my knowledge), and friends that... I never thought would have the impact they've had. And friends from a completely different culture and background. And I'm able to see things from different perspectives that I couldn't before. For that, it's all been worth it. Sure, the results have been good and stuff but this, it makes all the difference. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I can't imagine what life would have been like had I not left. It's been tough, but atm from where I stand, it's been worth it, just to have the moments I've had in the past couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All my bags are packed&lt;/span&gt; (not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm ready to go&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm leaving, on a jet plane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'd like to say, it's been brilliant (xD) and to those I've hung out with this trip, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;, and I'll see you very, very soon. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYPS on Friday, pure mugging and packing on Thursday and Saturday, Ratatouille (sp?) on Sunday morning, and then I'm off. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far, but they've got planes and trains and cars.&lt;/span&gt; (And MSN.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-1496398694597646196?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/1496398694597646196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=1496398694597646196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1496398694597646196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1496398694597646196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/08/hakuna-matata-haha-i-want-to-watch-lion.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-6842839031382240936</id><published>2007-08-27T15:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-28T07:33:17.168Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Good morning Baltimore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that speaks of my undying wish to watch &lt;em&gt;Hairspray&lt;/em&gt;, NOW. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such a wierd day, can't seem to settle down to do anything productive. All I've done today is found a &lt;em&gt;really good pen&lt;/em&gt;, HAHA wth. It's the kind of pen where you want to write with it ALL DAY, because it's THAT good xD Hahaha sorry, I'm a bit of a freak when it comes to stationary xD I dunno, holding a good pen just gives me alot of inspiration, and I can write a lot of things. That's how &lt;a href="http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2006/11/fear.html"&gt;Fear&lt;/a&gt; started. Granted, it's not state of the art, but it WAS a pen plus some really jumbled thoughts that gave me the inspiration. HAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahwell. Come oooooon motivation! Last week here, study sessions would be nice. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking today, how much I'm gonna miss the sun. And tanlines. HAHA. Here's to days with regular hours, and sun that's actually warm. *Cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned, &lt;em&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/em&gt; by Khaled Hosseini is BRILLIANT? Haha, THE BEST book I've come across since &lt;em&gt;The God of Small Things&lt;/em&gt; (Arundhati Roy). I love how books feed off human emotions. And drama. Haha that's about the only thing that makes them popular, as long as the writer isn't focused on being a commercialised teen-chick-flicky writer. Hosseini is &lt;em&gt;brilliant&lt;/em&gt;, it's such a complex plot to pull off, and HE DID, which is so, so amazing. Haha go read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ramble over. See you around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah, tired. Haha. Went to the airport at about 1 am to collect my brother! Haha he's home from Brunei (NS), with hardly a scratch on him. Miracle. xD To supper/breakfast with him &amp; his friend, walau, he looked super haggard (his friend). Got home around 330, slept at 4+ woke up at 8 then at 10. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I understand why people sometimes say I'm too detached/aloof. Yeah, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilemma of the moment: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lit or History for As?&lt;/span&gt; Haha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Top 5 mark&lt;/span&gt; is seriously unbelievable, I have half a mind to call them now to remark the script. Anyway. Thoughts? haha I'm probably biased towards and against both subs for all the wrong reasons (used to love Lit hate History, now I don't really like Lit and like History - liked lit cos my brother's a lit genius, don't because my teacher last year sucked; liked History cos Ms Keh &amp; Mr Bracken were THE BEST, not sure now because it's requiring SO much more effort than I'm driven enough to put in atm), but in terms of stuff done outside lessons, Lit would be SO much more suitable. I mean, you'd have to kill me before I sit down to watch a History documentary, but you'll always find my nose in a book. BUT, I prefer History classwork compared to Lit, I THINK. Haha walau. And History is easier to score for compared to Lit though both are difficult since they're humans. Aiya whatever, give me your thoughts please! Haha, which sub do you think I'm more suitable for? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[/Edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-6842839031382240936?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/6842839031382240936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=6842839031382240936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6842839031382240936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6842839031382240936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/08/good-morning-baltimore-yes-that-speaks.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-6395322919626561841</id><published>2007-08-26T04:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-26T05:09:41.903Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's to the good times&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the best of new ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mood's so-so, thought I'd do one of these (ripped off Issy's blog - thanks!) because I haven't before, and this should be quite amusing. Haha. OH, I'M STILL LOOKING FOR &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HEY THERE DELILAH&lt;/span&gt;! Anyone have it? hahaha (Plain White T's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write the title of that song no matter how silly it sounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If someone says "is this ok?" you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame - Matchbox Twenty (HAHA oh shame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What would best describe your personality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Like That - Matchbox Twenty (again? hahaha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well you've got to think with a girl like that any love at all is better than nothing..&lt;/span&gt;*sings* hahaha haven't heard this in super long!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem Girl - Rob Thomas (What's up with all the Matchbox Twenty/Rob Thomas(es) today!??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down by the Sally Gardens - Mick O'Brien (HAHA what the hell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your life's purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Drop of Poison - Tom Waits, Shrek 2 OST (HAHAHA NICE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;famiry - Joe Hisaishi, Howl's OST (Wth?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Never Give Me Your Money - The Beatles (HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you never give me your money, you only give me your funny paper... I never give you my number, I only give you my situation...Oh that magic feeling...One two three four five six seven, All good children go to heaven&lt;/span&gt; HAHAH this is hilarious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops I Farted Again - Wierd Al Yankovich (HAHA WALAU)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chong Er Fei - Ekin Cheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of the besties?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's Just an Ordinary Guy - Kristin Chenoweth (HAHA &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's just an ordinary guy...doesn't own a seat in parliament, or anything like that... He's just an ordinary guy, &lt;/span&gt;*sings* God her voice is genius. Ok la, this bit is quite true: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But what he &lt;/span&gt;(or she)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; says, he says his way&lt;/span&gt; xDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of the person you like/love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Seems to be the Hardest Word - Elton John (WTH?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Dolly - Louis Armstrong (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello Dolly, this is LOUIS, Dolly&lt;/span&gt;. Does this mean I want to be him when I grow up or sthing? xD HAHAHA Nice. Ok la, this isn't bad: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're still glowin', you're still crowin', you still going strong&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think when you see the person you like/love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Himits No Douketsu - Joe Hisaishi, Howl's OST (HAHAHAHA, this must mean I'll be very unlucky with whoever this is - this is SUCH a sombre song. xDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do your parents think of you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll Tell the Man in the Street - Kristin Chenoweth (HAHAHAHAH &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll tell the man in the street, and everyone I meet, that you an I are sweethearts&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA ewww, SUCH a disturbing thought seriously xDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of You - Selena (Aww..sweet! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no where in the world I'd rather be&lt;/span&gt; hahaha nice xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ending- sekai no yakusoku - Jinsei no merry-go-round - Joe Hisaishi Howl's OST (omgggg, that would be so, so sad aghhhhhhhhh! It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; wierd imagining who'd turn up. hahaha WALAU MORBID, shall stop xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under The Sea - OST Little Mermaid (HAHAH YES! Disney films! &amp; Little Mermaid, the BEST AFTER LION KING. xDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bare Necessities - Phil Harries &amp; Bruce Reitherman ( This is supposed to be my biggest FEAR? xDD Hahahaha walau!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Reflection - Vanessa Mae (Does the fact that this is the instrumental version mean anything? xDD And no, this is not very true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What song will be the subject when you repost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For - Journey South (Hmm. *thoughtful* yeah.. I still haven't found &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey There Delilah&lt;/span&gt;! xDD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-6395322919626561841?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/6395322919626561841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=6395322919626561841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6395322919626561841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6395322919626561841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/08/heres-to-good-times-best-of-new-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-40150037042649168</id><published>2007-08-25T16:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-25T17:20:24.129Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;br /&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey There Delilah&lt;/span&gt; by Plain White T's? The only place I get to listen to it now is radioblogclub, which kind of sucks xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO. TODAY. WAS. SO. FUN. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;'Nuff said. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECRET IS AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;Abrupt &amp; lame, yes, but funny and SO GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;Ughhh I WANT TO PLAY THE PIANO AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJSX, Chit Jia Hong Sean Xun, walau these guys are hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe we've actually been friends for 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;9 YEARS.&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt;. I dunno, it's just the fact that the future's so unsure, but maybe we'll still stick together - it's been this long after all. Like, MORE THAN HALF OUR LIVES. Nice to know there's something that'll stay. Right? hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;Study session in the morning was alright, some work done, not much hahahaha xD&lt;br /&gt;Especially when Sean arrived, well &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duh&lt;/span&gt;. xD Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;xD Ate lunch at Pastamania. Godddd haven't been there in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so super long la&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA "OH GREAT" xDDD bao xiao! sorry, in-joke&lt;br /&gt;Then it was Secret! xDD Hahaha good movie. Next, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAIRSPRAY. &lt;/span&gt;AND. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RATATOUILLE&lt;/span&gt;. However you spell it. Hahahaa. COME ON.&lt;br /&gt;Took neos, CHAOS, hahaha seriously. xDD Good times man xD&lt;br /&gt;Then to Westmall, dinner, rushed back to Jia Hong's house for CSS!&lt;br /&gt;Walau his house is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn nice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Chit left us after dinner and Vynette (sp?) and Jia Cong came over! (:&lt;br /&gt;I swear, this area is full of ex-NYPS people.&lt;br /&gt;Talked and crapped around, hilarious stuff. xD&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I'm laughing like hell. xDD This is like the billionth time this trip I'm cracking up in fits in front of the computer, seriously! Hahaha. OH, made Lots of discoveries today! Hahahaha shhhh xD Walau, UNBELIEVABLE, seriously. xD Anyway, photos later! When I actually get bothered to login to photobucket. HAHA oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was good as well, kind of unexpected, the way it turned out xD&lt;br /&gt;To school as usual, to meet the crew! Most of the hockers weren't free, so it was basically just Yimin, D and Crys.&lt;br /&gt;To AMK Hub!&lt;br /&gt;Walked into Poh Kim, talked and crapped about HSM 1 for a bit, then they went to swoon over some Japanese Drama thingthing.&lt;br /&gt;Recieved a call from my dad. HE'D EMAILED MY RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;THEN, CAME THE PANIC.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, seriously, thank God for free internet, I would have died otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;RUSHED up to the cinema to use the computers, WHICH WERE SUPER SLOW. My hands were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost-shaking&lt;/span&gt;. Almost. Hahaha. Waited, and waited, and waited.&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGG.&lt;br /&gt;They finally loaded, then came the shock.&lt;br /&gt;Stunned diao, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, I was expecting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 2 Bs.&lt;br /&gt;xD Ahwell THEY'RE OVER. Hhaaha. SUCH a relief la, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;To NEBO after! Haha celebrate good times come on!&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to play taboo, decided it was too expensive. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;. I'm STILL laughing over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moving pebbles&lt;/span&gt;, come on la, it's hilarious! Played charades instead! hahahah good times, good times xD&lt;br /&gt;Then walked around for a bit, and home.&lt;br /&gt;Talked to D on the bus! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah, TIRED. BUT, surprise when I opened my inbox just now just gave me a huge adrenaline rush. HAHA it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such a freaking joke&lt;/span&gt;. Like, joke of the century. HAHAHA seriously! Paiseh, don't want to mention so publicly, ask me if you want to xD SUCH. A. FREAKNG. JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. JOKE OF THE MONTH. On the bus on the way to Westmall after Secret:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: you're from co-ed school right? (directed at Sean)&lt;br /&gt;S: (he was a bit deaf today..and..well, every time we meet... but THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT) whaa?&lt;br /&gt;*something something, can't remember*&lt;br /&gt;J: you know, like c-o-e-d&lt;br /&gt;S: Huh, coed?? (pronounced it code)&lt;br /&gt;*C, J, X, cue uncontrollable laughter*&lt;br /&gt;S: .. HUH? COED WHAT??!&lt;br /&gt;J: what's the difference between c-o-d-e and c-o-e-d?&lt;br /&gt;S:..code...?&lt;br /&gt;X: har, no difference between c-o-d-e and c-o-e-d ??!&lt;br /&gt;J: HAHAHA BU NENG SHUO DE. MI MA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA WTH, I so didn't do that justice but it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;. xDD Seriously joke of the month. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week till I go back, couple of days more before school starts. Haha, it's so scary but yet exciting, sad, and happy all at once. Ahwellllll, good times to remember, more good times to create! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-40150037042649168?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/40150037042649168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=40150037042649168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/40150037042649168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/40150037042649168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/08/thousand-miles-seems-pretty-far-but.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-1698857784239137316</id><published>2007-08-24T14:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-24T16:06:22.683Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I GOT MY RESULTS.&lt;br /&gt;OH. MY. FREAKING. GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/education/article2317709.ece"&gt;THIS IS MY SCHOOL.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON TIFFIN WE'RE THE TOP SCHOOL IN THE COUNTRY.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;NIIICCEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-1698857784239137316?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/1698857784239137316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=1698857784239137316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1698857784239137316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1698857784239137316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-got-my-results.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-5193653015744701333</id><published>2007-08-23T09:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-23T10:17:09.930Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's what friends are for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 23rd. OH. MY. FREAKING. GOD. Results come out today!!!!! (&amp; SO DOES HAIRSPRAY. I WANT TO WATCH IT LIKE, NOW. NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW NOW) So this time tomorrow or Saturday, I'll probably have received my results. Walauuuuuu, I swear, these have been the most important/stressful/difficult exams I've ever taken before in my life, and they were the ones I think I did the worst on, and I'm not just saying that. It kind of feels like St. Pauls, when I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; I hadn't gotten in which is SO. FREAKING. BAD. Ok, SP was a whole different thing altogether and I totally couldn't care less but STILL. Ughhhhh. Haha, try to imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSLE, I was so scared, my hands were shaking. So when I went up to sign the sheet to collect the results, I dropped the pen, picked up, dropped again. HAHA. It was slightly better when I received the prefect letter thing, my hands were only ALMOST visibly shaking when I opened the envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS A BILLION TIMES WORST. I'M ACTUALLY HAVING TROUBLE TYPING. hahahaha omggg this SO isn't funny.&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I've reverted back to short hair. HAHA. Yup. The fringe keeps getting into my eyes, and it doesn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look&lt;/span&gt; short at first glance, I don't think. Maybe it's just me. Haha . It's FINALLY almost-thin after 3 hairdressers got through with it, but it's going to be hell if I try to grow it long again. Ahwell, this is actually really comfortable xD &amp; it's brilliant, not having to care about what your hair's doing because short hair just stays neat pretty much all the time. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and MSN &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; be overrated, but still, been having the most brilliant and surprising conversations in the past couple of days. I have a lot to thank them for. Haha. Them, meaning whoever came up with IM-ing, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; meaning the people I've been talking to. Hahaha it's brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Need &lt;/span&gt;to do some work. Finished Maths, Chem and Bio but seriously, that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; wasn't justified as holiday homework. Apart from maybe Chem. (Well, duh - mole concept) STILL have tons of History to do, and I doubt I've got enough info, and Singaporean libraries seriously have a lack of resources. Ugh. Anyhoo, motivation seems to be PMS-ing, it keeps coming and going for about 2 hours every ten days or sthing. COME ONNNNNN!! Hahaha. Planning to finish it off by Sunday, wish me luck? xD And then next week, can finally move on and like, read textbooks or sthing so my brain isn't completely gone by the time school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm gonna miss this place. After all, this IS home.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-5193653015744701333?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/5193653015744701333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=5193653015744701333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5193653015744701333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5193653015744701333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/08/thats-what-friends-are-for-its-23rd.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-4649404206764394290</id><published>2007-08-20T06:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-20T14:23:30.411Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello hello hello, just to say, NTUC and Cold Storage should just get a grip and stop wasting plastic bags because global warming is apparently here, and putting toothbrushes with vegetables in the same bag isn't going to contaminate the toothbrush beyond repair. HAHA, seriously, this is one thing they need to learn from the Brits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, all hail Wicked, just because I randomly remembered those lyrics in the previous post. And HSM 1 is so much better than 2, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; because of Bop to the Top. AND, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hairspray&lt;/span&gt; comes out on results day! Oh God No. Anyhoo, come ooooon someone free up your timetable, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HAIRSPRAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than 2 weeks left till the Summer's over! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you believe it?&lt;/span&gt; We've had a month of holidays more than everyone else and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; it's not enough. I never wanted to go back less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something has changed within me&lt;br /&gt;Something is not the same&lt;br /&gt;I'm through with playing by the rules of&lt;br /&gt;someone else's game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks till it's time to reinvent the game we're playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINTLESS QUIZ TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;               GRYFFINDOR:&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've never done drugs.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;[  ] You get along with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love FOOTBALL&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love baseball.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're into writing and art&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Favorite music genre is rock.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You believe in "innocent until proven guilty" theory.&lt;br /&gt;[x] One of your favorite colors is red or gold.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Good grades at school.&lt;br /&gt;[x] One of the worst things you can do is lie.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You plan on going to college.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HUFFLEPUFF:&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're content with mostly everything in your life right now.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You laugh a lot.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like to follow trends.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Politics suck.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to swim&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Water polo is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pink is one of your favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Black is morbid &amp; depressing.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Michael Jackson is talented as a musical artist.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're an optimist.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're very emotional.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You believe in going steady at a young age.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You haven't made fun of anyone this month.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Loyalty is the MOST important thing in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RAVENCLAW:&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've been depressed to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to read.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You appreciate theater &amp;amp; arts.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sports suck.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Indie is one of your favorite genre of music.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Every once in a while you have little anger outbursts.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lying is sometimes okay.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Blue is one of your favorite colours.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Knowledge is the key to power&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sarcasm is the best kind of humor&lt;br /&gt;[x] People should know what they're talking about before they talk.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLYTHERIN:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] There's at least one person you hate.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Basketball is a good sport.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] AFL Football is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Black is a cool color.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've lied about something serious.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You're a very deep person.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have considered suicide.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are not very loyal.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like heavy metal.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] They make school seem more important than it is.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You're scared to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Anger is one of your primary feelings.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have trust issues.&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 4&lt;/p&gt;Uhmm, is it possible to be in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; Gryffindor and Hufflepuff? HAHA oops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-4649404206764394290?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/4649404206764394290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=4649404206764394290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4649404206764394290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4649404206764394290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-hello-hello-just-to-say-ntuc-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-9087398725909199659</id><published>2007-08-18T15:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-18T15:41:36.637Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And whatever way our stories end&lt;br /&gt;I know you have rewritten mine, by being my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, has been a really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt; week. HAHA. Also a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thinking&lt;/span&gt; week. Also, a very panicky week, with results coming SO FREAKING SOON, EVERYONE'S HAVING SLEEPLESS NIGHTS AND NIGHTMARES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From casual conversations online or through the phone to face to face just, talks with the SN crew and productive mugging sessions that are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; hilarious with the Pschool guys, it's been brilliant! Hahaha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To SN yesterday, saw Laura! It was actually really good to see her, though we didn't talk much xDD Then to the canteen with Yimin and D which was, as usual, hilarious and SO MUCH FUN, while at the same time just so comfortable. It's like, one moment we could be joking about the most random things, the next, someone could introduce a serious topic and we'll just listen to each other, no matter what. IT'S WHAT I GO TO SCHOOL FOR. HAHAHAH xD Said hey to Erica and the rest! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY, was study session + dinner with the pschool crew! Haha, too bad Chit couldn't come, it would've been amazinggggg, ESPCIALLY since we'd have watched Secrets! Haha, ahwell, NEXT WEEK COME ON. Anyway, talked to Abby in the morning, which was goooodddd haha, that girl always manages to make my day xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Hong came first, then Sean, and we mugged. I'm almost done with Chem! xD Stupid mole concept. Someone should get 50c every time someone curses the mole concept, (Middlesbrough just scored??) seriously, they'd be filthy rich. Hahaha xD (And so has Wigan Athletic!) Dinner later with Jia Hong and Jia Cong, which was hilarious, and an amazingggg catching up session xD Check out their blogs for more info! HAHA, hopefully they've posted, I'm kind of lazy, and I want to watch Ugly Betty xD Photos are super unglam but they're PHOTOS, might upload later! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Best&lt;/span&gt; joke of the night would be that of the French language, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; joke of the day would HAVE to be Crystal's oral/aural experience and Sean's follow up. HAHAHAH xDDD these guys are friggin' hilarious, seriously xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-9087398725909199659?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/9087398725909199659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=9087398725909199659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/9087398725909199659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/9087398725909199659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-whatever-way-our-stories-end-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-2381265852464247189</id><published>2007-08-14T06:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-14T06:32:33.598Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep the home fires burning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up there's the first line of the audition song for satirical school musical &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh What A Lovely War&lt;/span&gt; last  (school) year, which was hilarious, and complete stress and funness. HAHA, I don't know why, it just popped into my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm having one of those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deja vu&lt;/span&gt; moments, third one this morning, this is getting freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel myself slowly getting back into school/study mode. Hmm, kind of early, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, NLB and Orchard with Isabel yesterday was chaos hahaha, glad we got some work done though xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining, I want to swim. Which reminds me, I haven't sung for a month. Which is bad, my teacher's probably gonna kill me. WHO WANTS TO GO TO KBOX! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, convo online with Chit and Jia Hong yesterday HAHA, complete, hilarious randomness. CJXS COME ON. xDD Gathering soon! Can't wait (: OH &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;, we're watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secrets&lt;/span&gt;! xDD As a newly converted Jay Chou fan, I'm realllllyyyyyyy excited xDD HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanpop.com has officially become one of my most frequented websites. Eh come on laaaa, I can't find Ugly Betty episodes anywhere else! &amp; who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; love that show? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL can't find my mp3 charger. Ughhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; living in this neighbourhood. Walk down the street, and you'll either see an old friend or a relative. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brilliant xD&lt;/span&gt; Saw LinMin and Dustin earlier at 6th Avenue. Which reminds me, Isabel's going back to the UK on Saturday and JP's coming back sometime then as well. Goes to show eh, this place has our roots, no matter how separated we are for most of the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 weeks till results! OMGGGGGGGG NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya ok, this is a pointless post, I'll sign off now xDD BYEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-2381265852464247189?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/2381265852464247189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=2381265852464247189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/2381265852464247189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/2381265852464247189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/08/keep-home-fires-burning-up-theres-first.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-6074892103980586915</id><published>2007-08-12T08:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:25:47.201Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I might need you to say it's alright&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming + stuff with Isabel/Izzy yesterday was gooood, probably National Library/Shopping with her on Monday before she goes back to the UK! Laadeedums, should be fun xD Which reminds me, she hasn't confirmed it so if you see this Isabel, CALL ME OR SOMETHING. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I've got nothing better to do, I'll do one of those useless random quizes xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN random things about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a very, very, flower person, but don't trust me with live plants, EVERYTHING I touch dies. Haha xD SUCH a reminder of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fairly Odd Parents&lt;/span&gt;, best cartoon seriously (after Danny Phantom, yes, Adalia) Roses and Tulips and Carnations and Sunflowers triumph all the rest though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get very, very bored with eating. You know, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;act&lt;/span&gt; of eating. It's so monotonous! Just bite chew swallow bite chew swallow bite chew swallow...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm finding it harder to find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt;, especially in books and songs which is kind of bad. Any recommendations?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am incredibly messy and very, very unoriginal xD.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It takes alot of very small actions over a long period of time to truly annoy me for any long period of time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's very difficult for me to show respect if I don't like you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would love my own house, or just my own furniture. I'd write or draw on the tables, and on the walls, and everywhere, with fabric/glass paint/permanent marker, anytime possible. Seriously, I'd go crazyyyyy and have lots of fun xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a closet lazy-bum. Scratch that, the closet part I mean.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am incredibly dependent on my instincts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I post alot on vox, just that majority of the people can't read anything because they aren't in my neighbourhood. HAHA. xP&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;NINE ways to win my heart: (WTH, can I skip this, it's probably the same with everyone, you know, the whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be truthful, sincere, open, honest, love etc. etc. etc.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT things I want to do before I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a difference.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to Egypt. Anddd Iceland. And New York. And loads of other places. Canada. Somewhere obscure. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would like to have built up a close-knit family, or circle of friends who are all interlinked and in some ways, inter-dependent.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give my mum/family a better life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ok, I'm stealing ideas from the last time I did this (Octoboer 2006): For what it's worth, I'd tell everyone I know how much I believe life's a bitch, but it'll take them wherever they wanted to go, eventually, if they kind of believed it themselves and appreciated what they've got and played to their strengths. Hmm.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Overseas travel with friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be able to sing in public without my voice completely cracking and dying out because of shyness xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Before I die, I'd like to have said goodbye. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;SEVEN ways to annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whine/complain too much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;False accusations.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;False modesty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;To some extent, unexplained moodswings. xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HAHA sorry, I just had an image of a rubber duck being waved in fornt of my face while a voice laughed (manically) in the background. WTH? Ok, I'll let this take up a space though it really has nothing to do with this uh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;section&lt;/span&gt;. I'm running out of ideas!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OH, the guitar guy downstairs of my flat in the UK, seriously. I keep trying to study for Os and he keeps singing at like, 6 in the morning and 11 at night when you're the most stressed because it's, well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at night&lt;/span&gt; and there are only THREE DAYS TO OS or something. xD Ah, that's one. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disturbing/interrupting me in my study, or training mode xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Half-hearted involvement in something voluntary i.e. something you signed-up for not because it's compulsory but because you chose to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;SIX embarrassing moments. (WTH THIS IS TOO MUCH EFFORT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - 5. All the klutzy moments, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;6. This would HAVE to be at Swirl on Friday with Yimin and D. Haha went there to study, went off to lunch, didn't have anywhere else to go so went back again like an hour later. xD It was super wierd, the guys behind the counter kept staring, seriously xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE things I'm afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the moment, RESULTS OHMYFREAKINGGODHOWSCAREDAREYOU. OH MY GOD HELP. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Dark.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uhmmm, ants. Deathly afraid of ants.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lone flight-taking, especially with all the hyped-up security.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Horror movies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;FOUR favourite items in my room: (which room? Aiya, I'll take the one in Singapore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laptop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mp3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dalmation plushie (seriously, it's been with me EVERYWHERE.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wall height markings xD THE BEST, seriously xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;THREE things I do everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mail check!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swim (if I'm home in the afternoon)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;TWO things I want to do right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swim&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;ONE confession you must make:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;See, this is the wierd question. The other questions are all phrased with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I"s&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"my"s&lt;/span&gt; and this one says "you". (There's a word for these words. Hmm. Ok, my confession? I don't know these things. xD You know, technical terms for English words. xDD oops? SHOULD actually get down to learning them. Heck, whatever. I'll let that be my confession then.) Uh, anyway if it's YOUR confession, well, that's something you have to say for yourself. I wouldn't know it, well &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duh&lt;/span&gt;. HAHAHAHAHA, omg, damn lame la. xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Ok, I'm freaking bored, I need to do History. And Bio. And Chem. And Maths. Ughhhhhhhh, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; see the greatness of mugging sessions xD SO much more interesting and motivating and you get the same amount of work done, more or less. Haha xD Ahwellll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-6074892103980586915?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/6074892103980586915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=6074892103980586915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6074892103980586915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6074892103980586915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-might-need-you-to-say-its-alright.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-4983858763641440582</id><published>2007-08-10T14:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-10T14:50:28.236Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moving Pebbles, COME ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From raves about telephone numbers to BRILLIANT movies i.e. Rush Hour 3, to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taboo&lt;/span&gt; and the BEST joke about stones and pebbles you can come up with (even better than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we got rocks and trees and trees and rocks...&lt;/span&gt;), to telephone calls that last about 3 minutes but still can make you smile just because it's someone familiar you haven't talked to in a billion years but still manage to be completely honest with on the other line, I have to say, the past few days have been gooooood, and fun. Haha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telephone number raves came from movie night mentioned in the previous entry, realised I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to get that in somewhere, we seriously do it EVERY TIME we meet. HAHA it's great xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving pebbles came from today's study session where we played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taboo&lt;/span&gt; at the end to "practice for English Oral". HAHA xDD It's just about the BEST game ever, seriously, especially with those guys xD (D and Min) Anyhoo, it was Yimin's turn, we were supposed to guess "Mick Jagger" from the Rolling Stones and she wasn't supposed to say "Rolling Stones" so she was like, "Okay okay, you know.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moving pebbles..."&lt;/span&gt; HAHA seriously, it was hilarious xDDD walau, this is like the billionth time this week I'm BURSTING in front of the computer xDD Studying was good as well, finished about half of the second history task, which is saying something. xD STILL need to go to the national library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rush Hour 3 with brother and mum yesterday was gooood as well, very funny xD I WANT TO WATCH SECRETS, ANY TAKERS? xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then phone call with Abby! 'Nuff said. I dunno, we've just been good friends la even though she's like, nonexistent online and we haven't talked for more than 2 minutes since last year. Ahwell, might be seeing her on Thursday! That's good. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much planned yet for the next couple of weeks apart from trips to SN so I'm quite free, might catch up on some work. Yeah, you get the point, call/msg/email or sthing and we can have a study session! xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-4983858763641440582?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/4983858763641440582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=4983858763641440582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4983858763641440582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4983858763641440582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/08/moving-pebbles-come-on-from-raves-about.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-450097965393143352</id><published>2007-08-08T02:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-08T05:16:51.796Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spiderman, spiderman,&lt;br /&gt;does whatever a spider can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walau, that song's been in my head since last night, super distracting, especially since there's NOTHING on the Tudors online. (History homework) General information, that is. EVERYTHING'S about Henry VIII, I"m like, shut up, everyone knows he's had 6 wives. And EVERYONE (seriously, EVERYONE who's seen me reading my textbook) actually goes, he had 8 wives right? No.. 6! No, 8. Wth? Haha ahwell, 6 &amp; 8! Need a trip to the library (The reference library in the Central branch if you're interested) soon/sometime this week. Any takers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. Movie last night with Isabel (cousin), Jia Hong and Sean was tons good. Haha, those guys are friggin' hilarious, seriously. To PS, Macs dinner (first time this trip, woohoo xD) then movie which was stupidly lame but funny in that way. (Come on la, you know my sense of humour) Before, we were already late by 5 minutes but still continued strolling to the loo and stopping to stare at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hairspray &lt;/span&gt;(EVERYBODY GO WOOOO!) trying to recognise Zac Efron's face. HAHA it was super funny xD To Swirl after (ice cream place near where we live), where we talked about the most random things and each time we changed subject we'd somehow find a way back to one that got us all a little emo before we changed subject again HAHA it was great xD Walked Isabel home and my mum fetched everyone back. Haha, it was just filled with funny little snippets. Haha, MOST memorable incident after the movie would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt; be Sean's shocked face/reation. Seriously, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; was hilarious. OH, another one was when we were sitting at the back of the top deck of the double decker bus on the way to PS and Jia Hong was the only one who really knew the way. So anyway the bus stopped outside Doby Gaut MRT and we were still talking, and like a minute later while the bus was still stationary I looked up and was like "Er, are we supposed to get off??" and Jia Hong was like "OHYA" and we just dashed off the bus. Haha super hilarious! It SO doesn't sound funny when put like that, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alamak&lt;/span&gt;, I'm seriously in fits now. Hahaha xD Got home at like, 12, watched some TV, read some of the AS Psychology Textbook (got it out of the library), it's SO interesting la, seriously should do it next year. Haha ahwell (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outings + study sessions + sleepovers planned for the next couple of days, should be interesting, can't wait! (: For now, History calls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-450097965393143352?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/450097965393143352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=450097965393143352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/450097965393143352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/450097965393143352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/08/spiderman-spiderman-does-whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-3074357051289882466</id><published>2007-08-04T10:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:44:45.526Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drops of Jupiter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloooo! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Wednesday]&lt;/span&gt;, PULAU UBIN with relatives/family, was so so good, I definitely want a bicycle now, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; going on the wishlist, seriously. Haha. Slopes were tiring, but amazing, I'm SO going to Richmond Park to cycle if I get one (which I highly doubt). Richmond Park's this place near my house which is HUGE and super slopey but very very nice, with wild deers and stuff and everyone goes there to cycle. Anyway after swimming on Thursday, I realised I got like, 3 billion mosquito bites. HAHA, delayed reaction la, seriously. Coastal/mangrove walk thing was good as well, we HAVE TO go again sometime. Jumbo dinner after which was SO disappointing. Not like I really love seafood (seriously don't) but our family &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; goes to Jumbo and this time round it was just horrible, totally not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Thursday]&lt;/span&gt;, eh, can't remember. I know we went swimming though. Haha, my house downstairs with Isabel and Gabriel. It was fun xD Saw Sean, but he didn't see us because he was without glasses, and he didn't hear us saying Hi so yeah xD Haha, it was funny la. Dinner AGAIN, after, no idea why, then gathering at Hong's house which was as usual good. EVERYONE GO PLAY SNOOKER, (he has a snooker table) seriously fun no matter how crap you are. Haha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Friday]&lt;/span&gt;, to SN, 'nuff said. HAHAHA xDNo training to crash, everyone's on the sports trip. Damn, that's fun. Haha, ahwell. Met D and Min, the usual crowd, Adalia, Liu, Erica etc. (FINALLY saw Abby, though only for a couple of seconds haha - she had to go), talked, did some work. Haha it was good la, can't believe the orange bowl uncle's retiring! D: Haha ahwell. OOOH, juniors having semis/finals soon, COME ONNNNNNNNNNN, they've got such a HUGE chance this year, it's great! haha xD SN hockey still rocks. xD Anyway, Grandma's birthday celebration after. Haha, woah, expensive dinner man. EVERYONE was there, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; was brilliant. To Aunt's house after. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Today]&lt;/span&gt; has been gooooood (: Couple of people from primary school + Isabel came over for study session. Actually, I'm not sure how productive they were.. heh :/ Sorry ah! But anyhoo, it was fun la, total catch up session during the break, totally can't believe we're sec4s. Anyhoo, these meet-ups always turn out to be so, I dunno, comfortable (hahaha) it's quite surprising (in a good way). Should have another one, if possible. Haha. Walau, jia you for Os! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been having expensive-but-not-entirely-filling dinners for 3 nights in a row the past week! Seriously sinful, but it's SO good to get together again. This is one of the few times we've been able to get together as a family in recent years, it's so amazing, just like old times. (You know, childhood) Haha what with an all-cousin's outing to Sentosa on Wednesday (probably), programmes during the National Day holiday, and brother's booking out of army for quite a bit before going to Brunei soon PLUS all the homework (and stuff for JC), this trip's actually turning out to be the busiest trip of all! Haha, it's brilliant xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Edit] &lt;/span&gt;This time, I get it. Everyone keeps wanting to like, go back to the past when, supposedly, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things were simpler&lt;/span&gt;, or they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happier,&lt;/span&gt; or, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holding on wasn't hard as it is now&lt;/span&gt;. But seriously, going back to the past means you can't get to the future. No matter how happy the past was, going back would simply mean that you'll miss the good times in the future, near or far. It just so isn't worth it. Haha, no matter how comfortable you might have felt in the past, sooner or later, you're gonna need a breath of fresh air. Then, you're gonna wish for the insecurity you get from the unknown/intimidating/whatever future. Just a thought. OH, and those camps/overnight conventions/gatherings? (e.g. say, sports trip) If they hadn't ended,  people might not have appreciated them as much, facs and students alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agh, who I am to talk. I kind of miss those things too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[/Edit]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-3074357051289882466?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/3074357051289882466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=3074357051289882466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3074357051289882466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3074357051289882466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/08/drops-of-jupiter-helloooo-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-3867007154177629851</id><published>2007-07-31T14:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-08-08T05:21:30.237Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A thousand miles seems pretty far&lt;br /&gt;But they've got planes and trains and cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily blogging! Haha, hopefully this doesn't become a habit or anything.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, cleared out new textbooks and stuff, flipped through some of them.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, they're quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;History's&lt;/span&gt; going to entail so much major overwork;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Chem's&lt;/span&gt; going to be the toughest challenge,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Bio'll &lt;/span&gt;be THE BEST, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt;? It'll be interesting. HAHA. Through the subs, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll be making history like I do&lt;/span&gt; (HAHA -inside joke; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;History is made by stupid people)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guitar&lt;/span&gt;'s going pretty good, learnt a couple of chords, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to cut my nails some time in like, the 21st century.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; French&lt;/span&gt; has been a major downloading spree, I'm like searching on the internet for all the help I can get.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm trying to self learn those 2 things by the way. (Guitar and French) Majorly OVERambitious, if you ask me (or anyone else in the world), but yeah, there's nothing better to do. &amp; I've mastered the art of being a Nerd/Geek/Neek, so yeah, doesn't matter. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this from a survivor though, it's pointless getting stressed about Os. Tbh, what we found worked best for us was to take each day as it came, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; look ahead. That way, you didn't panic as much. Just mug like hell then think ahead every....2 weeks or so, and THEN go OH SHIT then spend 15 minutes to calm down and forget about it/keep at RIGHT at the back of your mind for the moment and start mugging like hell again. It helps &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much with stress. Haha, seriously. We survived, with not an extra hair lost from our heads. HAHA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, come on la, we've taken major exams before. Sure, PSLEs were so much easier and we didn't know what was going on half the time but STILL, we've taken major exams before. If Singaporeans have ANYTHING, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exam/test practice/se&lt;/span&gt;. Haha, really what. There's no point getting high strung as long as you zhua1 jing3 shi2 jian1 right. hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I've just rambled for 2 paragraphs (on top of the 2027398076980437 entries) on exams. Sorry la. Hahahaha. Aiya. Don't Stress. xD (If you are, just go "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Under my um-br-ella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh, under my um-br-ella" &lt;/span&gt;a couple of times, do a little jig to the beat, get amused then annoyed, and you'll forget about your stress xD HAHAHAH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I brought HP7 with me. HAHA. I'm not a hardcore fan, but still. Maybe my first read through was a little too harsh on it, considering what everyone's been saying. Aiya, whatever la. HURRY FINISH READING IT, DISCUSSION NEEDS TO GET UNDER WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm. SN again on Friday! Haha Yay xD Then little study session at my place on Saturday, it'll be interesting xD It's kind of strange to know that we've all been friends for this long, but never really, I dunno, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;known&lt;/span&gt; each other properly. Well, I mean, we've never really known the people we all turned out to be after Primary school. Haha, I dunno, maybe it's just me. But anyway, I think this session'll be productive. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking, 1 year without contact is a little too long. Maybe. Can't imagine what it's gonna be like if I don't talk to people for more than a year, simply because there isn't a chance to. It'd be a shame to lose contact (for that long), but I'm wondering, would it matter that much when we met again, face to face? I mean, talking through the Net IS SO different compared to talking face to face. Ahwelllllll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-3867007154177629851?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/3867007154177629851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=3867007154177629851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3867007154177629851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3867007154177629851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/07/thousand-miles-seems-pretty-far-but.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-4403555011288645825</id><published>2007-07-30T04:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-30T04:49:40.287Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You with the sad eyes, don't be discouraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday! Hahaha. Been back for almost a week, can't actually believe it. Hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;, visited SN which was, as usual, good. Nice to see everyone again. So this trip back is going to be highly limited/limiting because of exams, I'm hoping stuff can be arranged though, I dunno, it'd be good to see more of people. Haha. Anyhoo, catching up with D &amp; Min in the canteen was good, didn't get orange bowl though xD Dropped in on the hockers after, the juniors are seriously good &amp;amp; I can't wait till the semis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, to Vivo with my brother! Haha, it was fun la, and vivo isn't that amazing, it's just, huge. xD GOOD BOOKSHOP THOUGH OMG&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Family reunion&lt;/span&gt; at night which was funny as usual. Haha played table tennis! Haha God I Suck. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; WATCHED TRASNFORMERS WHICH IS OMG SO COOL I WANT TO WATCH IT AGAIN. Seriously, it SO isn't a guy movie, girls should watch it too before it vanishes from cinemas foreverrrrrrr because unless you have like a cinema screen at home you won't enjoy the entire coolness of it. Hahaha omggggggg watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, to those who don't know yet, my friends didn't come over, too expensive. Might come next year though, just a thought. Haha. &amp;amp; now it's Monday, don't really have much to do. Probably clean the house, get something productive done or something. Laadeedums, SOMEONE ASK ME OUT NOW THANKYOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-4403555011288645825?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/4403555011288645825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=4403555011288645825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4403555011288645825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4403555011288645825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-with-sad-eyes-dont-be-discouraged.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-6271880803764136023</id><published>2007-07-27T05:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-07-27T06:00:14.061Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I'M SO HUNGRY I WANT ORANGE BOWL NOW.&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL LATER HAHAHA YAY&lt;br /&gt;STILL NEED A NEW TEMPLATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I'M SO HUNGRY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-6271880803764136023?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/6271880803764136023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=6271880803764136023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6271880803764136023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6271880803764136023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg-im-so-hungry-i-want-orange-bowl-now.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-1536971607212533651</id><published>2007-07-21T12:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:55:52.477Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think it's finally time for a new template.&lt;br /&gt;Any ideas? xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-1536971607212533651?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/1536971607212533651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=1536971607212533651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1536971607212533651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1536971607212533651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-think-its-finally-time-for-new.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-8023568510812018907</id><published>2007-07-14T15:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-23T13:49:19.379Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yoohoo!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO much has happened! xD I like the Post-Os program, it's good. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Prom]&lt;/span&gt; was FANTASTIC. Seriously, it was SO amazing! 6 blisters after were completely worth it, no seriously, it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;. Haha, there was a disco, horrible food, unsatisfactory DJs and aLOT of kissing (which was EWW) for those who brought boyfriends but wth, we had so much fun. haha yayyy xD Cathy and Jess came to stayover after, up late, talking. (WHO sleeps at sleepovers, come on la) (: CAN YOU BELIEVE, it's only been 2 years? At the same time, can you believe 2 years have already passed? hahahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Book Return]&lt;/span&gt; Was good to see the last of those awful textbooks, almost completed the whole process of GRADUATION. Hahaha. Now all that's left is God-awful RESULTS DAY and of course, prize giving. Mr. H kept staring at me, found out the reason on Induction Day. HAHA, damn surprised, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Induction Day]&lt;/span&gt; again, was FANTASTIC. hahaha - BREAKING NEWS: Reunion of P1 classmates online, HAHAHAHA THIS IS HILARIOUS, xD we're all grinning/LOL-ing at our screens - KAYAKING WAS SO FUN. Though I'm horribly crap and kept going round in circles so everyone had to wait for me cos my right is so much stronger than my left HAHA xD Team games were fun, and managed to make friends with some new people! Haha it was a gooood day, and I think I'll like my form next year. Mr. D's one eccentric guy but he's SO FUNNY haha it's great. Our class seems to be made up of a huge mish mash of people, I'm thinkg, it's going to be interesting, however little time we actually spend together. xD Then again, however useless/whatever this might be, I'm hoping our year next year won't turn out to be as cliquey as L6 (JC1) years usually are. It'd be nice to have some individuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Work Experience]&lt;/span&gt; Law Firm/Charity was good, prepared some court cases, and did other general stuff like photocopying/faxing. Seriously good experience, the profession &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lawyer&lt;/span&gt; doesn't seem THAT bad now, though it's definitely not going to be my first choice, whatever that is. Haha. Second week at UCL Geog was all about department finances which was, frankly, a complete waste of time, because I KNOW I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; going to be an accountant. Wth. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like Geography, give me something related please&lt;/span&gt;. Ugh. Oh, and now there's the annoying dilemma of what to do for As - History or Geog? haha both are gonna be damn challenging, like both, History's going to be good to show I can write, Geog's going to be super interesting. Ahwelll :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, one thing I learnt from UCL Geog. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate commuting via tube&lt;/span&gt;. Getting up in the morning, squeezing with everyone in the tube during the rush hour is seriously, a complete headache. Ughhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Monday]&lt;/span&gt; Harry Potter with Ellie, Cathy, Chloe, Katherine Chapman and maybe, Lucy! Haha, it'll be funnnnn xD Hoping Jess'll join us later, we'll see. Haha. Then it'll be time to buy textbooks and to pack, HOME SWEET HOME IN 10 DAYS! laadeedums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. In brief, those are the major events of the past 3-4 weeks! xD It's been funnnnn, and there seem to be surprises coming everyday. xD Like, I dunno, general comments that point me towards a good year next year, and several calls that've brought completely surprising/shocking, but good news and of course, the current conversation that's going on that's so completely hilarious I'm just about to wet myself. HAHAHAHA joking lar. xDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, longggggg(est) post in agessssss, can't wait to get back, I want to go EVERYWHERE. Haha SEE YOU ALL SOON! (&amp; keep going &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt; ! :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-8023568510812018907?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/8023568510812018907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=8023568510812018907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8023568510812018907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8023568510812018907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/07/yoohoo-haha-long-time-no-see.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-1720732862916471131</id><published>2007-06-25T12:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-25T13:55:10.730Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BOOK ME&lt;/strong&gt;. (Will be back on the 24th July, for 1-2 months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vivo/Suntec&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SENTOSA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ZOO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bird Park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Night Safari&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orchard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping, in general&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY HOUSE SLEEPOVER&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;STUDY SESSION&lt;strong&gt;S &lt;/strong&gt;(Library or something. You study I buy drinks)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Study Sessions IN SCHOOL (SN la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Island Creamery&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whatever else you can think of HAHA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;See you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-1720732862916471131?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/1720732862916471131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=1720732862916471131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1720732862916471131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1720732862916471131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/06/book-me.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-6897928818953739785</id><published>2007-06-17T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-17T20:33:54.229Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE (the current) BRITISH FASHION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, alot.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE wears the same thing&lt;br /&gt;and it's almost as though the shops can't stock anything else&lt;br /&gt;apart from stuff that makes you look (and everyone else for that matter)&lt;br /&gt;look pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;ewwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;PROM DRESS APPEAR NOW&lt;br /&gt;(I've walked the WHOLE of London's Oxford Street (i.e. Brit version of Orchard)&lt;br /&gt;for TWO DAYS and nothing.&lt;br /&gt;AND the whole of Richmond, AND Kingston.&lt;br /&gt;NOT EVEN A SOCK.&lt;br /&gt;UGHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY'S THE PROM WTH!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-6897928818953739785?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/6897928818953739785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=6897928818953739785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6897928818953739785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6897928818953739785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hate-current-british-fashion-like.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-1017026295577333105</id><published>2007-06-16T08:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-06-16T08:10:15.683Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?&lt;br /&gt;IT'S OVER. :D xD&lt;br /&gt;More later, now it's time to PARTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-1017026295577333105?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/1017026295577333105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=1017026295577333105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1017026295577333105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1017026295577333105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/06/can-you-believe-it-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-5433641113289550618</id><published>2007-06-14T12:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:38:21.320Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 left!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; we're home free.&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you guys back home with Chinese Os + prelims : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-5433641113289550618?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/5433641113289550618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=5433641113289550618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5433641113289550618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5433641113289550618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/06/1-left-were-home-free.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-5797330589836293955</id><published>2007-06-10T16:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-10T17:01:37.096Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 More Week! Can't wait can't wait can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;GC's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Motivation Proclamation&lt;/span&gt; has done wonders, especially in this last weekend when, you know, steam's been kind of running out.&lt;br /&gt;Geog options and Maths Calculater tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;And LAST day where I've got more than 1 paper :)&lt;br /&gt;After that it's (if you're interested) :&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;History, British Depth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END.&lt;br /&gt;Omg CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;Haha so far it's been alright, I've had amazingly good luck for some (as in, I guessed so many of hte questions) and okay luck for others. Haha aiya whatever la, can't wait for it to be over!&lt;br /&gt;Ooooohyeah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess &lt;/span&gt;(about 90% probably) and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Cathy &lt;/span&gt;(maybe..? haha) might be coming over to Singapore with me in July! xD : ) heheh &amp;&amp;amp; for once, I'll be about 2% more streetwise than them. Omg so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO PARTYYYYYYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-5797330589836293955?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/5797330589836293955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=5797330589836293955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5797330589836293955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5797330589836293955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/06/1-more-week-cant-wait-cant-wait-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-8502759632122951709</id><published>2007-06-02T10:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-06-02T10:34:50.618Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 FREAKING DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;and 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;and BHAM, it'll be over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-8502759632122951709?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/8502759632122951709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=8502759632122951709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8502759632122951709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/8502759632122951709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/06/2-freaking-days-and-2-weeks-and-bham.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-6856181463873929522</id><published>2007-05-24T16:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-24T16:21:31.470Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shut up, I know there are only about uh, 10 days left to get an endless amount of info and skills crammed into my head but hell, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lit on Tuesday was tough but hilarious (yeah shhh, I was actually laughing when I saw the questions and Mr Tiplin, Noddy as an adult (everybody go awwww) was staring but anyway) and I'm just SO glad it's over - one of the only papers you can't really study for, eh? haha at this point, I couldn't care less whether I got a C or B or A or whatever for lit, it's OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddddddd I just counted, exactly 10 days till the solid 2 weeks of exams and exactly 22 till IT'S ALL OVER. Wish me luck? : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-6856181463873929522?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/6856181463873929522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=6856181463873929522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6856181463873929522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/6856181463873929522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/05/shut-up-i-know-there-are-only-about-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-260928664005976535</id><published>2007-05-18T18:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-18T18:29:24.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIT ON TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;LIT ON TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;LIT ON TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;LIT ON TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;LIT ON TUESDAY!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, it officially OFFICIALLY begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIT ON TUESDAY!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little panic attack there, sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-260928664005976535?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/260928664005976535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=260928664005976535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/260928664005976535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/260928664005976535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/05/lit-on-tuesday-lit-on-tuesday-lit-on.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-7836743184192822654</id><published>2007-05-13T12:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-13T12:54:08.707Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9 DAYS TO OS&lt;br /&gt;9 DAYS TO OS&lt;br /&gt;9 DAYS TO OS&lt;br /&gt;9 DAYS TO OS&lt;br /&gt;9 DAYS TO OS&lt;br /&gt;9 DAYS TO OS&lt;br /&gt;9 DAYS TO OS&lt;br /&gt;9 DAYS TO OS&lt;br /&gt;9 DAYS TO OS&lt;br /&gt;9 DAYS TO OS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9 DAYS TO OS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;9 DAYS TO OS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-7836743184192822654?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/7836743184192822654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=7836743184192822654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/7836743184192822654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/7836743184192822654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/05/9-days-to-os-9-days-to-os-9-days-to-os.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-5196850569990595972</id><published>2007-05-04T14:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-06T14:10:24.934Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When the world leaves you feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me&lt;br /&gt;I will be there for you&lt;br /&gt;When it seems all your hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;Are a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;I will reassure you&lt;br /&gt;We've got to all stick together,&lt;br /&gt;Good friends are there for each other&lt;br /&gt;Never, ever forget that&lt;br /&gt;I've got you, and you've got me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Good ol' SClub. Never gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=MxfSDGWPGwg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This says it better than I ever could, thanks Dhulakshi :) I'm still waiting for photos but ANYWAY, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUD (Muck Up Day)&lt;/span&gt; is basically last day of school for Year11s (Sec4s) and we're allowed to go all crazy and stuff. : ) That was the last day our year group was going to be what it is, from here, it's just exams and brief in betweens where we meet up and say hey before we never see some people again. Next year, though most of us are coming back for JC, it's all gonna be different and there're gonna be new people. This year group's been THE BEST, it's never going to be the same again. But nevermind, we've set the standards for MUD (and OF COURSE for the record number of lates per year) and we've all grown so much, even in the 2 years I was here. Doesn't matter that it'll all change starting from today: we've been through so much together, it's gonna be hard to break contact. It's not goodbye yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/EDIT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So reach for the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Climb every mountain higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reach for the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Follow your heart's desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reach for the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when that rainbow's shining over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's when your dreams will all come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-5196850569990595972?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/5196850569990595972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=5196850569990595972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5196850569990595972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/5196850569990595972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-world-leaves-you-feeling-blue-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-4738453953998220358</id><published>2007-04-14T19:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-14T19:52:10.610Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>20 days till Study Leave.&lt;br /&gt;(38 till the real thing)&lt;br /&gt;EH it's a milestone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-4738453953998220358?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/4738453953998220358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=4738453953998220358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4738453953998220358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4738453953998220358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/04/20-days-till-study-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-3915394526876470374</id><published>2007-03-30T21:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-02T18:54:06.371Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mornie Utúlië&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay, I know I'm supposed to be on hiatus. It's the Easter hols anyway, 2 weeks off school, catch up on revision tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was randomly clicking through my hotmail inbox when I found a couple of emails I exchanged with Stacy, (ex) junior from SN. Haha, haven't talked to her since the Cdiv' tournament last year. Another friendship left on hiatus - that's the trouble with living between countries. Anyhooo, I got reminded of Lit lessons in SN (cos she recommended a poem). Remember how enthusiastic I was about the subject at first cos of my brother's geniusness/interest in the subject (damn, I'm so easily influenced) but then 1D's first ever Lit teacher seriously dumbed down that enthusiasm (no names). Then we had Mrs Sushi - I wish she'd taught us for longer. Interest rekindled, lessons were so amazing and she was so .. wow. Remember really wanting to be Lit Rep cos it was, well, working with her. I wonder how she's doing now that she's retired (?), wish I/we could've gotten to know her better. Then of course, there was Seth Tan, and Ms Jeya in 2J. HAHA I was terrified that first lesson, especially when she told us all to stand and summarise ourselves in one word. For herself, she used "gregarious" and I was going, "phwoar, what?" Finally of course, there's Mr Kelsted, with his jokes and his frequent moodswings. At 13, I couldn't imagine not taking Lit "when I grew up" (eh come on la, I was the definition of idealistic and didn't know much) and here I am, running as far away as I can from the subject.Maybe I should blame the teachers. (Haha) Don't get me wrong, I still love writing. Wait, okay, I'm rambling. Ramble. Ramble. Ramble. Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, finished notes for History Core!&lt;br /&gt;Phweee only left with History Options &amp;amp; whatever's left of the other subs!&lt;br /&gt;(Basically, everything)&lt;br /&gt;((: Os in exactly 50 days,&lt;br /&gt;OVER SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to hiatus (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-3915394526876470374?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/3915394526876470374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=3915394526876470374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3915394526876470374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/3915394526876470374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-okay-i-know-im-supposed-to-be-on.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-4100072507644086239</id><published>2007-03-16T20:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-16T20:21:28.166Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a rocky couple of months(/years) &amp;amp; for the moment, it's time to put everything aside, and MUG. (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mid-march, time for hiatus.&lt;br /&gt;See you around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-4100072507644086239?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/4100072507644086239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=4100072507644086239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4100072507644086239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/4100072507644086239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-been-rocky-couple-of-monthsyears.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-1646117952797121472</id><published>2007-03-14T16:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-16T20:17:52.968Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She's got a little bit of something&lt;br /&gt;God, it's better than nothing&lt;br /&gt;She swears the moon&lt;br /&gt;Don't hang quite as high as it used to&lt;br /&gt;She believes that life is made of all that you're used to&lt;br /&gt;She thinks that happiness is&lt;br /&gt;A mat that sits on her doorway&lt;br /&gt;Baby, she's stronger than you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is amazing strength in a willing hand&lt;br /&gt;There are victories that you've never planned&lt;br /&gt;There's a power in the faintest heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;That cannot be denied&lt;br /&gt;Go on and trust yourself - you can ride the wind&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna take your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Where they've never been&lt;br /&gt;There's a hero, in everybody's heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22999658-1646117952797121472?l=smiles-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/feeds/1646117952797121472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22999658&amp;postID=1646117952797121472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1646117952797121472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22999658/posts/default/1646117952797121472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smiles-.blogspot.com/2007/03/shes-got-little-bit-of-something-god.html' title=''/><author><name>xun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07746652392186931839</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22999658.post-4861947085339431084</id><published>2007-03-11T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:57:12.034Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something's put me in the mood for GC, Hawthorne Heights (decembers), Enya and surprisingly (not), Savage Garden and Matchbox Twenty. You know, soft(ish) bitter sweet songs that layer the sore spots with balm. Ugh, emotions too close to the surface, me thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, damn WE, it's annoying and I'm not sure I'll actually get anything after the first two fell through. &amp; I was looking forward to them so much as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was crazy email mania, actually wrote about fifty emails in the space of 2 hours without running out of things to say or repeating myself once :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; FINALLY, a break through in singing - lessons are gonna get so much better from here. (I hope) Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil Beside You's officially the FIRST media-related thing that turned on the waterworks. Omg, I hate goodbyes &amp; that show's so horribly cute, it's actually convincing sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riiighhhht. 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