<?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-345309397583413687</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:27:24.098-07:00</updated><category term='HAPPY CHILDREN&apos;S DAY.'/><title type='text'>justgiveasmile</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-144004676786435196</id><published>2009-06-12T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:18:28.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMlRTdvPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/25ek67csPUs/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346490279570291954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMlRTdvPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/25ek67csPUs/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Hey, look at me play!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMld6GLpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YX6T86cxoG8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346490282953551506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMld6GLpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YX6T86cxoG8/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Whaaaaat?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMW3ezFKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/W4Cnp6PdmoI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346490032120337570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMW3ezFKI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/W4Cnp6PdmoI/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Nyah nyah ni poo poo!~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMWgoVsYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YtDSxZ25LeQ/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346490025986339202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMWgoVsYI/AAAAAAAAAKI/YtDSxZ25LeQ/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I think I'll just sleep..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMWbXYK7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/oXMlDko_RB4/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346490024573021106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMWbXYK7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/oXMlDko_RB4/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Whaaaaat?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMWd6H2uI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lU0Pc0GDH_I/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346490025255623394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMWd6H2uI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lU0Pc0GDH_I/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Stop taking my pictures!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMWNypirI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fu07PCfsaic/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346490020929309362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMWNypirI/AAAAAAAAAJw/fu07PCfsaic/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Grr..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMDhx8bSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mSJoY1raZMg/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346489699877547298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMDhx8bSI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mSJoY1raZMg/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Eh, I shy luh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMDcCCJVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nm3LIwq7_G8/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346489698334418258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMDcCCJVI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Nm3LIwq7_G8/s320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Just kidding!:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMDaL2htI/AAAAAAAAAJY/G6mnNWx2we0/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346489697838728914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMDaL2htI/AAAAAAAAAJY/G6mnNWx2we0/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Hehehe..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMDNwMObI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WfRVRUdxk0o/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346489694501484978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMDNwMObI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WfRVRUdxk0o/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Whaaaaat?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMDFTWSfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/THlLo_5f6IY/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346489692233026034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMDFTWSfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/THlLo_5f6IY/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Do you have a problem?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKL1A-YpCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5jEG9nPjSP0/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346489450553189410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKL1A-YpCI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5jEG9nPjSP0/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I think I'll just play with my ball..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKL072NQFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/37kvNE9cZMQ/s1600-h/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346489449176711250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKL072NQFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/37kvNE9cZMQ/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Go awaaay!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKL03c_bhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/km_G5QAqqY0/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346489447997206034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKL03c_bhI/AAAAAAAAAIw/km_G5QAqqY0/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Want to fight, is it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKL0nxCjTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JsFPdDe_3F8/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346489443786329394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKL0nxCjTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/JsFPdDe_3F8/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Don't test my tolerance level..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKL0QjFevI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WHNcNFM05ek/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346489437553785586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKL0QjFevI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WHNcNFM05ek/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (You know what, I'm not going to look at the camera anymore!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-144004676786435196?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/144004676786435196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=144004676786435196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/144004676786435196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/144004676786435196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-look-at-me-play-whaaaaat-nyah-nyah.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKMlRTdvPI/AAAAAAAAAKg/25ek67csPUs/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-4055507254624301642</id><published>2008-12-07T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T08:44:09.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOVED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://repel-away.livejournal.com"&gt;repel-away.lj&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-4055507254624301642?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4055507254624301642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=4055507254624301642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/4055507254624301642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/4055507254624301642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/moved-repel-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-3520353482257160587</id><published>2007-11-14T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:04:12.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MET BROC AND FAI FOR LUNCH AT KFC. NUZ MET US AFTER SHE MET CHICKENASS AND MARISSA? WE WENT TO THE LOSER'S HOUSE AND PLAYED SOME BOARD THING. AND WHEN SHAH CAME, WE WATCHED REMEMBER THE TITANS.:) THEN WE WENT TO PASIR RIS PARK TO SUPPOSINGLY BLADE, BUT I ENDED UP HOLDING FAI, AND NUZ ENDED UP BEING THE CAMERA PERSON. PLAYED AND PLAYED AND PLAYED AT THE PLAYGROUND. OH, AND WE TOOK A LOT OF PICTURES.:) THEN, WE WANTED TO GO TO THE BREAKWATER TO EMO. BUT, WE ENDED UP PLAYING FRISBEE.:) OH, FAI AND I WANTED TO TAKE A PICTURE IN THE SEA. SO, WE SQUAT DOWN THINKING WE WON'T GET WET, AND THE WAVE CAME AND WET OUR BUTT.:/ AND SINCE IT RAINED IN THE MORNING, THE GRASS WAS VERY MUDDY. AND MY SLIPPERS GOT STUCK, SO YOU COULD IMAGINE ME SCREAMING WHILE I WADED PASS THE GRASS BAREFOOTED.:) THEN, WE GOT A DRINK AND CAUGHT A BUS TO LOSER'S HOUSE. WATCHED A BIT OF TITANIC AND FOUND IT TOO-EMOTIONAL. NUZ KEEPS SAYING,"WHY BE EMO, LIFE'S SHORT!" NUZ PLAYED THE GUITAR, AND WE SANG SUPERMAN, UNTITLED AND WELCOME TO MY LIFE. OH, JOY!:) LUKE CLAIMS HIS WINDOW IS BROKEN EVEN THOUGH HE'S 100 BLOCKS AWAY. I SKIPPED TUITION, GOT A SCOLDING FROM MOTHER, BUT AT LEAST, IT'S THE BEST FUN I'VE HAD IN AGES.:) TERIMAH KASIH KAWAN BAIKS.:) (I'll upload the pictures when Fai mass sends our pictures.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke Choo's going China for 9 days, Luke Ingrouille's going HongKong for 7 days. And both are leaving tonight, so, Bon Voyage Luke(s)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SillyBlur said,"&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-family:Georgia;" &gt;I BUY 999999999999 CHUPA  CHUPS FOR YOU ALSO NO USE !!!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Cheerup Nicole, Cheerup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my Superhero's license now, I've got a SillyBlur to rescue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-3520353482257160587?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3520353482257160587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=3520353482257160587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3520353482257160587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3520353482257160587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/11/met-broc-and-fai-for-lunch-at-kfc.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-3030511259216881436</id><published>2007-11-12T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T06:46:25.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MET BFIL AT VIVO, WE HAD BK FOR LUNCH AND WATCHED STARDUST.&lt;br /&gt;THERE WAS ALOT OF POKING, TICKLING, KICKING AND MESSING OF HAIR INVOLVED.&lt;br /&gt;(I've got no mood to blog, so that's it for now.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-3030511259216881436?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3030511259216881436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=3030511259216881436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3030511259216881436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3030511259216881436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/11/met-bfil-at-vivo-we-had-bk-at-vivo-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-805244233427979827</id><published>2007-11-10T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T09:22:46.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE OF LIFE,&lt;br /&gt;IF THERE ISN'T ONE, FIND ONE."&lt;br /&gt;OMGXZ, THANK YOU BESTFRIENDINLAW.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that happened today:&lt;br /&gt;1. Breakfast at Bedok, omg, I missed the food there.&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to Amanda's Graduation Ceremony, as promised.&lt;br /&gt;3. Delayed Daddy's meetup, Daddy's Mother came home with a injured right hand, so we couldn't meetup.&lt;br /&gt;4. Had Prime Sirloin, Pasta Salad and Mash Potato for dinner, whoa, damn good.&lt;br /&gt;5. Caught Bridge to Terabithia, some fish movie and Bring It On All Or Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;6. BestFriend called me Nita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I remembered something! Perry said NIKE stand for "Now I Kill Everyone", and Sam added, "And the sign says approve, so now you can kill everybody!" HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-805244233427979827?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/805244233427979827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=805244233427979827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/805244233427979827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/805244233427979827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/11/look-on-bright-side-of-life-if-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-724614651781985330</id><published>2007-11-09T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T19:38:46.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I NEVER KNEW YOU COULD FEEL HAPPY AND UPSET&lt;br /&gt;AT THE SAME TIME, OVER THE SAME MATTER.&lt;br /&gt;I'M HAPPY FOR YOU,&lt;br /&gt;BUT I'M UPSET, BECAUSE I'M AFRAID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So why don't we go, Somewhere only we know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-724614651781985330?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/724614651781985330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=724614651781985330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/724614651781985330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/724614651781985330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-never-knew-you-could-feel-happy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-5565324035837803198</id><published>2007-11-09T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:07:06.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I pushed you away too many a times,&lt;br /&gt;So, when I need you now, I can't find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT, STREPSILS HONEY AND LEMON.:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346488702389712690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKLJd2T9zI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pfSx1IoD490/s320/10-07-07_2150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though, sometimes you drive me up the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for lending me your shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;giving me a hug and a pat on the head.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda, you brighten up my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit) Eh, omg, I think kids are really sweet sometimes. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth, and Darren slipped a note in that reads "Take your medicine".:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-5565324035837803198?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5565324035837803198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=5565324035837803198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5565324035837803198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5565324035837803198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/11/maybe-i-pushed-you-away-too-many-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SjKLJd2T9zI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pfSx1IoD490/s72-c/10-07-07_2150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-3052294852833065087</id><published>2007-11-08T10:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T10:39:15.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I say I'm alright, I'm dying inside.</title><content type='html'>My horoscope says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;If &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;closure is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;frustratingly slow in coming&lt;/span&gt;, stop waiting around for it, today. Things are settling down nicely enough to give you a firm foundation to move forward upon, so feel free to go ahead. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lingering feelings of guilt, regret or anger need to just settle&lt;/span&gt; inside you for a while. You can come back and deal with these feelings when you're ready. Keep things quiet, and don't &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;put too much pressure on yourself to be happy all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-- it's just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;not healthy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Disappointments and such,&lt;br /&gt;1. You know when you're young and upset, a bar of chocolate would have made your day. I'm really disappointed to find out that it doesn't do the trick anymore.&lt;br /&gt;2. And I'm really disappointed that maybe I didn't really let go, and maybe I just couldn't be bothered anymore.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm also disappointed to find out I'm not the only one who thinks Home is the best place to recuperate when you're sick, and that you need your Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M HOME SICK,&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY GIVE ME THE REMEDY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-3052294852833065087?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3052294852833065087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=3052294852833065087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3052294852833065087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3052294852833065087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-i-say-im-alright-im-dying-inside_08.html' title='When I say I&apos;m alright, I&apos;m dying inside.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-7266669118184851107</id><published>2007-11-08T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:17:55.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh, never walk in the rain, especially so, if you have an umbrella but refuse to open it because you think it's convenient and embarassing to parade around with a pink umbrella. Because I did so, and came down with a slight fever and damn flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know when you're in your sleepy mode, your sub-conscious mind takes over and you tend to memorise better.:D&lt;br /&gt;(Reactivity series: PSC Scholar married Alzinc who drives a Iron car with Lead shield and wears a Copper ring plated with Silver and Gold.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with SillyBlur, Luke, Sam and Perry today. Lunch at BK, Luke says I'm pregnant because I didn't finish my food. And because I felt like vomitting. They bought some Chelsea jacket for SillyBlur, and I guess that must have made her day.:) Oh, I think football makes everyone friends, the guys were playing some football thing and end up making friends with two kids who watched Game Plan too.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s Luke Choo, you make ridiculous assumptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/p/s Although it's easier said than done, do learn to let go. Don't let years of friendship turn sour, try to talk it out with Friend alright. Don't let love turn into hatred. And please stop lying when you're not alright, your eyes were watery. Chupa chup, chup chup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/p/s Lulu, cheerup cheerup. Wo bu zhi dao wei shen me ni zhe me shang xin, er qie ni ye bu gao shu wo. Dan shi, you yi jian shi, wo ke yi da ying ni. Dang ni zai huan you shi jie shi, wo bu hui wang ji ni. Zui duo, wo ba ni de zhao pian fang zai wo de wallpaper. Bu yong dang xin, wo hen ken ding, zai yi yue de shi hou, wo men hai hui xiang xian zai yi yang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-7266669118184851107?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7266669118184851107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=7266669118184851107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7266669118184851107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7266669118184851107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/11/eh-never-walk-in-rain-especially-so-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-798612513969855801</id><published>2007-11-04T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:43:18.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yW97ydJo1zo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yW97ydJo1zo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Khoo at Sing Post,&lt;br /&gt;Then went home together,&lt;br /&gt;Talked alot, and realised Brother wasn't the only one who wanted to scold me to my senses.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for coming down.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Eva Cassidy is good.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-798612513969855801?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/798612513969855801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=798612513969855801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/798612513969855801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/798612513969855801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/11/lunch-with-khoo-at-sing-post-then-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-2630323049785824398</id><published>2007-11-04T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T04:24:47.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After the thrash session with Brother, I realised I can't run away from my problems, feigning ignorance is just making me worse, and affecting everyone around me. Sorry, and thank you to those who've tried to cheer me up. Even though it feels a little sour, I'm going to accept things as they way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with SillyBlur, Luke, Sam and Perry on Thursday hopefully.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-2630323049785824398?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2630323049785824398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=2630323049785824398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/2630323049785824398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/2630323049785824398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/11/after-thrash-session-with-brother-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-4096973752990527507</id><published>2007-11-03T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T23:58:13.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From Friends to Zero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From Acquaintances to Heroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;02/11&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Lulu at Kovan,&lt;br /&gt;And he bought a gift for his friend.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we walked to his house to get his bike,&lt;br /&gt;And walked to Serangoon Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;Went to SillyBlur's to supposingly help her with Amath,&lt;br /&gt;But left without helping.:/&lt;br /&gt;Went home, cabbed to Lava East with Brother,&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Hong Kong Cafe Xpress with relatives.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was goooooooooood, food's goooooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;And the beach's better, talked to Brother for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;03/11&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Zhonghua for Heritage Trail,&lt;br /&gt;Met old friends and had great fun.:)&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Kovan with Khoo,&lt;br /&gt;Met Lulu and walked to Red Building area,&lt;br /&gt;Met Lulu's friend, Vanessar with her dog on the way,&lt;br /&gt;Then took a bus home to meet Khoo there.&lt;br /&gt;Similarly, we didn't do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;shui ran wo bu xiang fang shou, shui ran zhe yang zuo wo de xin hui hen tong, ni men ye yi jing _________________ le, wo ye wu hua ke shuo le, wo ye rang zi ji shang xin tai jiu le, I'm letting go, hopefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-4096973752990527507?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4096973752990527507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=4096973752990527507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/4096973752990527507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/4096973752990527507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/11/from-friends-to-zero-from-acquaintances.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-1975893184402613771</id><published>2007-11-01T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T07:13:47.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm tired, really tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the friend I know anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-1975893184402613771?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1975893184402613771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=1975893184402613771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/1975893184402613771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/1975893184402613771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-tired-really-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-4838479333762730489</id><published>2007-10-30T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T06:19:48.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THANK YOU FOR THE WELL WISHES,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'll try&lt;/s&gt; I must get that A1.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-4838479333762730489?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4838479333762730489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=4838479333762730489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/4838479333762730489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/4838479333762730489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/thank-you-for-well-wishes-ill-try-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-5534231384459379519</id><published>2007-10-30T02:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:08:17.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/Ryb6pTGUmPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yCs6xyzIicQ/s1600-h/SUPPORT+BRACES%21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/Ryb6pTGUmPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yCs6xyzIicQ/s320/SUPPORT+BRACES%21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127060813216258290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Luke Choo did this, the Braces people unite.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-5534231384459379519?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5534231384459379519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=5534231384459379519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5534231384459379519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5534231384459379519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/anyway-luke-choo-did-this-braces-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/Ryb6pTGUmPI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yCs6xyzIicQ/s72-c/SUPPORT+BRACES%21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-6091370728846241120</id><published>2007-10-30T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T02:10:59.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1. Time of starting This?&lt;/div&gt; 1653&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;2. Were you named after anyone?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I doubt so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you wish on stars?&lt;br /&gt;I admire them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;4. When did you last cry?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Perhaps yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favourite meat?&lt;br /&gt;Beef&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your most embarrassing CD on your shelf?&lt;/div&gt; If you're embarrassed of it, why would you get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you a daredevil?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Not exactly&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. How do you release anger?&lt;br /&gt;Rant, doodle, ignore, cry, scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;10.Where is your second home?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you trust others easily?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Pretty much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;12. What was your favourite toy as a child?&lt;br /&gt;Pillow, pillow fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;13. What class in school do you think is totally useless?&lt;br /&gt;Why would you study them then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you use sarcasm a lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;15. Have you ever been in a mosh pit&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Nah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;16. What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Porridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;17. Would you bungee jump?&lt;br /&gt;On a crazy day, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;No&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What's your favourite ice cream flavour?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on my mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;20. What are your favourite colours?&lt;br /&gt;Red, yellow and green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;21. What is your least favourite thing?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Moodswings&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your middle name?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I don't have one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;24. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my life -Less than Jake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yellow&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.Whats the weather like now?&lt;br /&gt;Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Bruddher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Favourite sport?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Blading&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you like the person who sent you this to you?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yeah, okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How are you today?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Bad mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Favourite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Lemon tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Favourite alcoholic drink?&lt;/div&gt; None &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Natural hair colour?&lt;br /&gt;Black&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Favourite Cereal?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;As a kid, it was honey stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Wear contacts?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Elder Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.Favourite month?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;August&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;Meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. how many movies you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Many many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;40. Favourite day of the year?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;28 August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;41. What colour shirt are you wearing&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Turquoise?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Scary movies or happy endings??&lt;br /&gt;How about, tragedies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Summer or winter?&lt;br /&gt;Summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;44. Hugs or kisses?&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you want your friends to write back?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Yes&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Who is most likely to respond?&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask, "Who wants to do this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Who is least likely to respond?&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask, "Who doesn't want to do this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What book/magazine are you reading?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I'm reading the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;49. What's on your mouse pad?&lt;br /&gt;Don't have a mouse, therefore no mouse pad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What did you watch on TV last night?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't watch the TV last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. What's your favourite smell?&lt;br /&gt;Food, glorious food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Eye colour?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;53. Books you have read from a week before onwards?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I haven't read anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;54. Time of finishing?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;1703&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-6091370728846241120?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6091370728846241120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=6091370728846241120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6091370728846241120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6091370728846241120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-9106959151364567799</id><published>2007-10-30T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T01:29:57.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let go, let go, let go.</title><content type='html'>Filzah says I'm a Emokid, I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to pass Filzah her Macademia Cookies today, but Physics SPA ended late.:/ I'm meeting her tomorrow after O's Chinese.:/ And there's O's Chem SPA on Thurs.:/ :/&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I cannot keep up with this anymore, I hear your name endlessly, I just want to say, I don't wish to be your friend anymore. Goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-9106959151364567799?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/9106959151364567799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=9106959151364567799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/9106959151364567799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/9106959151364567799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/let-go-let-go-let-go.html' title='Let go, let go, let go.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-7952711867148493064</id><published>2007-10-29T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T04:18:19.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've given up, slowly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is my all time low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow it feels so familiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somehow it seems so familiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel like letting go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And every second that goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm screaming out for a second try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Said goodbye, to my best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes there's no one left to tell you the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea why my moodswings are so crazy recently. If this go on, I'll probably admit myself to IMH. I had alot of crazy outburst today, like as if I was high on drugs. And after writing Weiling's letter, I felt horrible.:/ (P/s Weiling, it has nothing to do with you okay, it's the letter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, in a lifetime, you'll at least experience a friendship that's the best you've ever had, and it's irreplacable. Even though it was a short one, I certainly had the craziest time with you, and I've shared most of my feelings with you. Just to let you know, you were my Best Friend, and I miss you, terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so used to checking my phone, every now and then. And I'll see your text there, and I'll take it for granted. I can't believe I'm saying this, I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everybody like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ABCDEFG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-7952711867148493064?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7952711867148493064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=7952711867148493064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7952711867148493064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7952711867148493064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/ive-given-up-slowly_29.html' title='I&apos;ve given up, slowly.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-8310198275026819080</id><published>2007-10-28T06:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T07:50:31.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you know somebody loves you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Benny says I'm a goofy Bracekid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I say he's a Goofball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;27/10&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Le Meridien with SillyBlur and family,&lt;br /&gt;Walked around Town,&lt;br /&gt;Had KFC for dinner at Compass.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I sewed a handphone pouch for Daddy.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;28/10&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the pink umbrella,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it, but I used the pink umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; I was wearing white.:/&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had Super Sunday as per usual,&lt;br /&gt;Tuitions as per normal(Even though Exams are over.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;NIC: I don't like Gastrics.&lt;br /&gt;HAN: Why? You didn't eat?&lt;br /&gt;NIC: No, I had tuitions all day.&lt;br /&gt;HAN: Are you trying to fast?&lt;br /&gt;NIC: No, fasting period is over!&lt;br /&gt;HAN: Oh, so you're fasting until Deepavali!&lt;br /&gt;NIC: But I only fast on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;HAN: Oh, so you're catholic, fast on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;NIC: Eh, no, there's no more Chinese next week,&lt;br /&gt;      I don't need to fast anymore.&lt;br /&gt;HAN: Oh, so you're fasting until Deepavali la.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Eh, bruddher, since when did Indian fast?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having terrible moodswings,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I didn't reply your texts,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very sorry for being mean.:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see your name,&lt;br /&gt;My heart skips a beat,&lt;br /&gt;And the question lingers in my head,&lt;br /&gt;"Are we still friends?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, my friend,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I don't know how to face you,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm putting up a false front,&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid you can tell through my lies,&lt;br /&gt;And in fact, I know we've drifted apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu, good luck for your O's,&lt;br /&gt;we'll have our late night phonecalls, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Egobud, good luck for your O's too,&lt;br /&gt;T3DWKO soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting Diva Choo tmr,&lt;br /&gt;to deliver his Chocolate Cream Cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/345309397583413687-8310198275026819080?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8310198275026819080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=8310198275026819080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8310198275026819080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8310198275026819080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hope-you-know-somebody-loves-you.html' title='I hope you know somebody loves you.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-1448589671794337586</id><published>2007-10-23T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T03:32:27.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My braces are red, hot red.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;22/10&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling rather stoned after mock Chem SPA, and I left Brother's jacket outside the toilet. Broc went back to get it for me(Thank you!), but someone stole her bag when she went for training.:/ Met Lulu and friend(Esmond?) with Nuzul, and we had Macs. Yes, of all food outlet, I had to eat Macs as my last meal before braces.:/ Nuzul left, and we had 2 hours before appointment, so we randomly went to Dhoby Ghaut. Oh, one of them took the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; umbrella from my bag and opened it in the MRT! Hahaha, of all things, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; umbrella. Then Lulu and his friend went to arcade, but I couldn't go in, because I was in School uniform. I was planning to wear Brother's jacket over, or wear it with my shorts, but apparently, I left it in School.:/ Explored Dhoby Ghaut for about 30mins, I couldn't find the guys, I couldn't find public phone either, so I went to Buona Vista myself. Waited for about 40mins, Dr took about 1h to get the braces on. Then, I went for Physics. I felt really bad, because I should have went over to Cousin's after School to help Darren and Sarah for their Math test, and I forgot to go over today(23/10).:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;23/10&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Town with Xiaoqi, Amelia and Meryl today. We wanted to catch a movie, but apparently all the movie timeslots were inappropriate and I didn't want to catch Mr Woodcock for the third time. Lunch at Cineleisure, Xiaoqi, Meryl and I had Pastamania, Amelia had KFC. I shared pasta with Xiaoqi, and all the food got stuck in between my braces!! For the first time, I experienced brushing my teeth in public toilets. And Meryl tried to take a photo.- -" Oh, we walked that street in front ot Wisma and Taka for like 6 times. For the rest of the day, we just walked to and fro, back and forth. Went to Topman with Meryl, but I couldn't find Brother's jacket, I'm so, so dead.:/ I think Meryl got a top from Topman, and Xiaoqi got a bag from F21. Oh, we got alot of postcards too.:D Went to Borders, because they wanted to see Marcus. And I was forced to say Hi. Then we went to BK and wrote a Postcard for Somebody.:D Oh, I want that Bear from Toy'r'us!D: Anyway, we were waiting for the train, then Xiaoqi sat on the floor, Meryl and I told Amelia not to sit on the floor because she was wearing a skirt, and this Cheekopek was bending down and looking at Amelia. So, we ran for our lives. Naw, just went to a corner. I can't believe I need to brush my teeth after every meal.D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s Lulu: Hey, I'm really sorry you waited for so long at the MRT, but I couldn't find a public phone. Anyway, thanks for the company(thank your friend too).:) And yes, I should have brought clothes to change. The train ride was pretty hilarious but next time, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; take my pink umbrella out. It's like the last colour I want to be seen with. I'd rather walk in the rain, then carry a bright pink umbrella.:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-1448589671794337586?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1448589671794337586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=1448589671794337586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/1448589671794337586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/1448589671794337586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-braces-are-red-hot-red.html' title='My braces are red, hot red.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-8091782116517870497</id><published>2007-10-21T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T08:20:03.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel like a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;deflated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; balloon.:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-8091782116517870497?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8091782116517870497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=8091782116517870497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8091782116517870497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8091782116517870497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-feel-like-deflated-balloon.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-8916610697631966821</id><published>2007-10-19T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:08:17.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes.</title><content type='html'>For my real Daddy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RxmNETj0QMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/I2tQh-Rf6dg/s1600-h/daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123281156220141762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RxmNETj0QMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/I2tQh-Rf6dg/s320/daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-8916610697631966821?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8916610697631966821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=8916610697631966821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8916610697631966821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8916610697631966821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-remember-days-you-were-hero-in-my.html' title='I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RxmNETj0QMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/I2tQh-Rf6dg/s72-c/daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-6634370656633730983</id><published>2007-10-19T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:00:27.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, letting go is the key.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span   colour="#000000" style="font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Remember the Titans in school today, tear-jerkingly good.;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've changed, and I'm afraid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out at Parkway with OXQ, we had macs for lunch. (Even though Fridays are meant for KFC.) Then we walked around, and I bribed Nuz with Scoopz.:) She was supposed to go home (Or at least that's what she told her team mates), but instead she hung out with us.:) We just kept walking around (Though my muscles are still aching from yesterday's PT, hiong.) until OXQ had to go off. Then Nuz and I wanted to find somewhere to talk, but she found the beach too far and she didn't dare sit on staircases, so we went to MP Library. Talked for a while and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I've been hanging out with OXQ and Nuz quite alot lately.:/ It's not a bad thing, but recesses were meant for Bestest, and Fridays were meant for SillyBlur. And somehow I haven't been telling them &lt;em&gt;stuffs&lt;/em&gt;. I'm afraid I'll stop going recess with Bestest, and I'm afraid I'll drift away from SillyBlur just like every other close friend. And for goodness sake, I'm listening to 'Nothing Lasts Forever', doesn't really help, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,your dreams stay big, your worries stay small,You never need to carry more than you can hold,and while you're out there getting where you're getting to,I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-6634370656633730983?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6634370656633730983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=6634370656633730983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6634370656633730983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6634370656633730983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-daddy-y-watched-remember.html' title='Sometimes, letting go is the key.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-6274691933978040432</id><published>2007-10-16T06:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T07:44:21.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, this is what the end feels like,</title><content type='html'>THIS IS THE END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s Don't say I didn't warn you, the previous post is exactly like a real life horror story, so don't read if you jolly well know you're afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello new life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're flying high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On a paper plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-6274691933978040432?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6274691933978040432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=6274691933978040432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6274691933978040432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6274691933978040432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-this-is-what-end-feels-like_16.html' title='So, this is what the end feels like,'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-2447890184531980565</id><published>2007-10-16T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T05:15:33.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving on a (paper)jetplane,</title><content type='html'>ENGLISH 69.3&lt;br /&gt;AMATH 63.3&lt;br /&gt;CHEM 39.3&lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS 58&lt;br /&gt;COMBINE HUMANITIES 56&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(IF YOU HAVE A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WEAK HEART/HISTORY OF HEART ATTACK/TA BOLEH TAHAN SPOOKY STUFFS&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; READ ON.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Let's just say, I warned you, read on if you're not planning to make a trip to the toilet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Changi Airport with Kawan Baik after school. We had Popeye, damn good.;D Then, Nuz insisted she wanted to go into the toilet first, and here's a recount on what happened, in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;"When I went in to wash my hands, all the cubicles were open, like wide open. Then, I went into the cubicle, closed the door, (do whatever you have to do), and I saw a hint of something red. I bend down, and I saw red pumps, and there were no legs in it!! I (do whatever you have to do) and ran out of the toilet)." She heard some woman talking in some language that cannot be identified, and it didn't sound foreign, it just sounded FOREIGN. Oh, and it only took Nuz 5 seconds to get into the toilet, so, how can that foreign woman get into the toilet within 5 seconds, and she did not make any noise with her pumps, locking the door or even getting into position?! Now, let your imagination run wild, what did Nuz encounter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Daddy till 3.30am last night, and surprisingly I managed to keep awake the whole day. Fell asleep on the way home from Changi Airport, and landed in god knows where. Dropped off at Yio Chu Kang MRT, thinking it was Ang Mo Kio MRT because the bus stop says "Ang Mo Kio Road" or something? Damned, I don't know what's getting into me these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-2447890184531980565?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2447890184531980565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=2447890184531980565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/2447890184531980565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/2447890184531980565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/english-69.html' title='I&apos;m leaving on a (paper)jetplane,'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-6933535798425002378</id><published>2007-10-15T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T09:47:30.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If today was my last day on Earth,</title><content type='html'>"I'd rather be sad than happy, because it feels good to have someone beside you"&lt;br /&gt;But what if no one's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even if I died, no one would notice."&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, someone ought to find your dead body and bury it, so, someone would notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Daddy, Sam and Khoo at Vivo. We lunched at BK, visited Pet Safari and watched Mr Woodcock at Plaza. Then, Daddy and Sam went to arcade at Dhoby. As usual, Dad keeps poking and whacking me. It's been awhile since I had so much fun, thank you.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, my phone is always receiving depressing texts. I cried in the cinema, but I guess no one noticed. Thank you for lending me your jacket, though it smells of you. And on the way home, I was just wondering who I would bid farewell to if today was my last day on Earth. Guess who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s When I don't reply texts, it means I'm not in the right mood to, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I DON'T CARE, I HATE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-6933535798425002378?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6933535798425002378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=6933535798425002378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6933535798425002378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6933535798425002378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-today-was-my-last-day-on-earth.html' title='If today was my last day on Earth,'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-7912401833495736528</id><published>2007-10-14T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T11:37:47.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lulu, my jiang hua yu COOL friend.</title><content type='html'>I realised everytime I talk to Lulu, it gets really, in depth? Not in depth in the way we tell each other everything, but in depth in the way we talk about serious things like death and such.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I talked to Lulu, we talked about friends drifting apart, ghost and the after life. "The faster you get close to someone, the faster you lose them, the deeper the cut."&lt;br /&gt;The second time, we talked about drifting apart, if we would still have late night phonecalls by January.&lt;br /&gt;And today, we talked about our recent activities, wonders of the world and death. How do people die, what's the most/least painful way of dying and what would we do if we knew we'll die tomorrow? Lulu would call all his friend and bid farewell, apologise to his enemies, and thank his friends. I'll like to go out with a close friend, spend my day just like any other day. And go to bed knowing I'll die. Then, Lulu said he'll be sad, because he'll have no one to talk to after he dies. So, I said I'll still talk to him, provided he doesn't tell me he's dead. And we were wondering what it'll be like if your best friend/enemy died, and just stayed by you. Oh, Lulu also said he'd rather be sad than happy, because it &lt;strong&gt;feels really good to have someone beside you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu, I know you're troubled by all your friendship problems and such, and I doubt you'll tell me about them. But if you ever need to talk to a friend, I'm just a call away, we can talk about death and whatnot, I'll be there. Stay alive, because I don't need a dead jiang hua yu COOL friend floating beside me.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-7912401833495736528?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7912401833495736528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=7912401833495736528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7912401833495736528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7912401833495736528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/lulu-my-jiang-hua-yu-cool-friend.html' title='Lulu, my jiang hua yu COOL friend.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-730233568904104261</id><published>2007-10-14T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T10:13:31.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning in pullovers,</title><content type='html'>Blackie told me to update, so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Met Mother after School at Buona Vista. Then we went to NUH for my dental, I'm putting on my braces on the next visit (next next monday.) Luke wants me to think of his sister when I'm putting on my braces, how psycho, but I'll give it a try. Hahaha. &lt;em&gt;Who's interested in accompanying me?:D&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, she pulled my mouth this way and that, took a few pictures, had a few x-rays and she made a mould of my teeth? Oh, and she put these rubbers in between my molars to create a space for the metal ring. It's pretty annoying, and my teeth hurts quite a bit. Then, I went shopping with Mother at Vivo. I wanted to get the pair of shoes at River Island, but they didn't have my size.D: So, Mother got me a shirt. And we went for Crystal Jade, the food's good.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Went for a &lt;strong&gt;major&lt;/strong&gt; shopping expedition with Aunt and Cousins at Marina Square and Raffles. Guess what, we shopped for 9 whole hours.:O We had lunch, then the women went into Massimo, while Cousin and I went to check out the movies. Then they proceeded to Zara which they took about 3h inside? And we had to hold their coffee and shopping bags. They went on to Bebe, Espirit, Emphasis, Prima Vera and quite a few other shoe shops. Cousin and I checked out Quiksilver and Ripcurl but they didn't have the wallet I wanted. So, we went to dorothy perkins and tried on the pullovers, they were damn big, damn nice. I like the feeling of drowning in a pullover.:D Then Cousin got a pair of open toe striped shoe with a ribbon that I didn't like. But I got mine at Puma, it looks really pretty.:D Then we went on to Raffles. I love like River Island.:) They shopped from River Island to Giordano ladies, to Robinson? Older cousin and I were so hungry, we wanted to go off for food by ourselves. The others were super shopping ladies. Finally, we got out of the clothes department and went to the basement for some real food. Out of the pan crepes, they're really good. And the waffle is lip-smacking good, we ordered &lt;strong&gt;dark chocolate&lt;/strong&gt; waffle with orange sorbet. &lt;strong&gt;OMGXZ, DAMN GOOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I've got a new shirt from River Island, 2 new shirts from Zara and a pair of new shoes from Puma.:D&lt;br /&gt;And Blackie, I'm meeting "Daddy" and Sam tmr, so I won't be going Central to meet you, I don't even know where it is.:/&lt;br /&gt;Khoo came over and brought two bags full of bread, enough to feed a camp!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Lulu just sang " A B C D E F G H I J K L M N I want to Pee"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-730233568904104261?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/730233568904104261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=730233568904104261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/730233568904104261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/730233568904104261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/drowning-in-pullovers.html' title='Drowning in pullovers,'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-5072084538083656662</id><published>2007-10-09T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T08:30:35.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe, I've been gone for too long.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIZZO HAPPENS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;'RE ONE OF THEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; make it so hard to like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Old friends tend to drift apart, and suddenly I feel like I don't know &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I don't tell &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; everything like I used to, I don't even know how to tell &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; anything now.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder if &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and I are still friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secrets would just lead to more secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And before you know it, you've created a big mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-5072084538083656662?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5072084538083656662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=5072084538083656662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5072084538083656662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5072084538083656662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/shizzo-happens-and-youre-one-of-them.html' title='Maybe, I&apos;ve been gone for too long.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-7241089223025895041</id><published>2007-10-09T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T07:49:43.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spread the love</title><content type='html'>Met Khoo at Harbourfront. And this girl waved to me, I looked around, no doubt, she's waving at me. But I just stared on and wonder, 'Who is she?'. Minutes passed, and I suddenly came to realise, she might be from NDP. Whoever you are, I'm so so sorry. I'm not amazed by my abnormal behaviour, I haven't been paying full attention in whatever I'm doing. I have been going to the wrong side of the escalator, and Khoo had to pull me back at almost every escalator. (Yes, that's how bad it is.) We walked around Vivo, played at the playground and tio caught by the guard. He made us leave, meanshit.):&lt; style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU. From inviting me over to stay when Mother goes overseas for work, to just treating like a part of the family. Even though the kids can get annoying sometimes, and even though I prefer the big bed at home sometimes. This feels like home, and I feel loved. And when I came home all PMS-y, Amanda gave me a great big hug.;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit) OMGXZ, I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED TO THE POST, BUT WHO CARES, NO ONE READS THIS SHIZZO ANYWAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-7241089223025895041?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7241089223025895041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=7241089223025895041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7241089223025895041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7241089223025895041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-very-very-very-unhappy-and-i-want.html' title='Spread the love'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-7914509789966069513</id><published>2007-10-05T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T05:38:52.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be my escape</title><content type='html'>Watched Balls of fury with Marcus yesterday, we couldn't find a nice wallet, so he went to cut his hair. Then, I met Jesslyn and friends for lunch at Mos, a hilarious bunch. All the toilets were against Jesslyn, they were all 'Cleaning in progress', haha. Met Khoo and we had 6 hours of Amath crash course. And I stayed over, damn kewlxz. Trained with Khoo to Dhoby Ghaut, walked her to North-South line. Then I decided to go home, but I took the train that was going towards Harbour Front. I realised I have been boarding trains without knowing where it is going.:/ I can't wait for Tuesday, Vivo + Sentosa + Khoo in skorts and 2 ponytails.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit) You know I'm sick of you and your ways. All I wanted was a good conversation, yet you have to text me later on and start your nonsense. For the last time, stop feeling inferior, I won't sympathise you one bit. In fact, I wished I could tell you to jump off the building and die, good riddance. Okay, I don't mean it, but please stop being so emotional, and stop doubting me when I'm trying to reassure you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-7914509789966069513?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7914509789966069513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=7914509789966069513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7914509789966069513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7914509789966069513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/watched-balls-of-fury-with-marcus.html' title='Be my escape'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-6028077578863349699</id><published>2007-10-01T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T05:55:41.776-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAPPY CHILDREN&apos;S DAY.'/><title type='text'>Thank you for telling me what I've done wrong, at least this time round, I know what I can blame myself for.</title><content type='html'>I've come to realise I rant alot,&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I decided it's time I keep some things to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start bottling everything up,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe one day I'll explode,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe someday I'll leave all my trouble by the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-6028077578863349699?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6028077578863349699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=6028077578863349699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6028077578863349699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6028077578863349699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/thank-you-for-telling-me-what-ive-done.html' title='Thank you for telling me what I&apos;ve done wrong, at least this time round, I know what I can blame myself for.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-695845556085059147</id><published>2007-09-28T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:22:18.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want this to end, not yet.</title><content type='html'>It felt funneh when I got off the bus, because everyone seemed to be boarding the bus. I went to sch at 1030, because paper started at 1100. It felt like a total waste of time, but I'm pretty glad that they split the paper up, because 2h25min is a killer. And although I've been complaining throughout the course of the week that paper2 should be today, I'm glad I had it yesterday, so I didn't have to study for today. And I realised, I actually like Lit. Oh, Claire's really good at playing the piano. Went off to Parkway with Vic and Belle after our paper. Vic's mom's salon is, how should I put it, Awesome. Then we went off to get lunch, or rather Vic and Belle. Belle got Mos and Vic got LJS, very tempting. On the account I didn't have breakfast, watching them eat is very tempting. Mrs Geh came shortly after. OMGXZ, I MISS YOU LIKE CRAZY!! Then we proceeded to the food court and waited for Broc's arrival. I had a short talk with her, and it felt great you know. It felt like talking to an old friend, one who really knows you. I really do miss email-ing her about sch and all. Pam, Tessa, Sharlyn and Zhijun came to see Mrs Geh too, heh. Then she had to go off, so Broc and I went to macs to study. Khoo asked if I could accompany her to the clinic, but I promised Broc before that, so I didn't accompany Khoo. I felt really bad, I'm sorry Khoo. Broc bought nuggets meal and I got Mcflurry, yummeh. Studied Emath for a bit till Belle called, apparently her bike was in some sort of crisis. Then we went off to help her, but somehow it was fixed, so Belle went to the bike shop, Broc and I went to Marine Parade library to study. But it was super crowded, and I mean super. Our attention was diverted after a few minutes tho, haha. I indulged myself in Brother's book, and Broc was reading some magazine about Triathlons. Saw quite a few people, Kailing and Tessa. Then when Broc and I was about to leave, I saw Benny and Jinyi, apparently Ivan was there, but I didn't recognise him. Walked in the rain with Broc, I think it's damn fun. Of course, I had an umbrella, but I'd rather walk in the rain, then walk under a pink umbrella, I do need to get my umbrella fixed, and quick. Then Benny called, so I had dinner with Benny and Ivan. And the two of them were shivering so much, they were shaking the table. Yes, I said shaking the table. I just realised I have much to catch up with friendzies. Well, we agreed to go to Takashimaya after finals to do silly stuffs. Talked till about 7.30, then caught a bus home. And now, I'm having a silly headache from the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MRSGEH&lt;/span&gt; I have no idea why everyone says I'm close to you, but I miss you, have a safe trip back to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SILLYBLUR&lt;/span&gt; I'm so sorry I didn't accompany you to polyclinic today, I hope you're fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BENNY&lt;/span&gt; Please don't everytime smile smile, and inside you're plain emo shizzo. Skating and Taka after finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IVAN&lt;/span&gt; Though I don't really know you, and I don't know what kind of pain you were shivering from just now, take care and get well soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-695845556085059147?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/695845556085059147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=695845556085059147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/695845556085059147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/695845556085059147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-dont-want-this-to-end-not-yet.html' title='I don&apos;t want this to end, not yet.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-6960750219270562096</id><published>2007-09-26T03:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T04:31:19.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's pray hard our friendship is not on  a speed crash train,</title><content type='html'>Khoo came over to study, and we cooked instant noodles. She wants to let the whole world know I'm weird, because I used thongs to get the noodles out of the pot. And she thinks my house has alot of apparatus that can be used to get the noodles out of the pot. My house sounds like some sort of a lab now, and it's called improvising, my friend. The chopstick wouldn't do the job, thus the trusty thong.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 paper down, 7 to go. Chem was a killer, Chinese was a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't believe I'm saying this, but I miss you.&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/345309397583413687-6960750219270562096?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6960750219270562096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=6960750219270562096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6960750219270562096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6960750219270562096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/lets-pray-hard-our-friendship-is-not-on_26.html' title='Let&apos;s pray hard our friendship is not on  a speed crash train,'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-734965626784695669</id><published>2007-09-25T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T07:57:38.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN, DAMN, DAMMIT.</title><content type='html'>I wanted to skip sch, stay home and study Chem today, but I guess I won't be studying either. I haven't made much progress, and I'm not exactly motivated to study even though Chem paper's like tomorrow!! And today's periods were so concentrated, it made my brain kapoot. I was feeling stoned, as usual. Till MrsGeh came back to sch, omgxz, I was damn happy I swear!! I can't wait for lunch with Broc and MrsGeh on friday. But I remembered I'm supposed to keep Fridays for Khoo.:/ We'll see how. And I'm stupid enough to leave my phone on Silent though I was expecting a call. I'm sorry I didn't pick up, call back soon. Damn, I tried calling your house, but your dad answered, so I put down the phone.:/ I'm supposed to call In-grow-well, say 'Hello!' and slam the phone on him, but he did it instead!! I'm super annoyed now, I don't know why. DAMN, DAMN, DAMMIT, DAMN, DAMN, DAMMIT, DAMN, DAMN, DAMMIT, DAMN, DAMN, DAMMIT, DAMN, DAMN, DAMMIT, DAMN, DAMN, DAMMIT, DAMN, DAMN, DAMMIT, DAMN, DAMN, DAMMIT!! Chem's paper tmr, I'm tired, I don't know my stuffs yet I have no motivation to study. Tell me I'm a dead soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please call back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-734965626784695669?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/734965626784695669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=734965626784695669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/734965626784695669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/734965626784695669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/damn-damn-dammit.html' title='DAMN, DAMN, DAMMIT.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-7090983071578597315</id><published>2007-09-24T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T04:13:34.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Cheer up, Chin up, Stay strong.</title><content type='html'>I think the stress is getting to me. I've been rather stoned and moody lately. Lost my wallet yesterday, and forgot my keys today. When Ms Tee came over, I didn't even hide the note Nuz and I were passing. And I'm sorry I didn't meet you, I'm pretty out of sorts now, I don't really know what I'm doing. Took a bus home, cousin wasn't on board tho. Then took another bus back to Paya, then went to Mother's office. On the way, I felt like a ghoul, wandering around aimlessly. And the songs made me feel worse, so I cried till my eyes were swollen and my brain feels like it's going to kapoot. Thank you for offering to meet me (I'm sorry I haven't been turning up for meet-ups, will meet up and lunch after finals); Thank you Khoo for being there (Stay strong Love, stay strong. Vivo +runaway place after finals); Thank you Nuz for listening to my rants (I know I haven't been a Kawan Baik, I'm sorry. Mee Soto, Beach and Changi Airport after fasting/finals). When Khoo told me I was breaking down, I was amused. Somehow, I started smiling. Oh, I was texting Brother in the morning, it felt really good. I missed you big Bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The faster you get close to someone, the faster you lose them, the deeper the cut."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although I agree with In-grow-well, not this time round please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-7090983071578597315?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7090983071578597315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=7090983071578597315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7090983071578597315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7090983071578597315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-think-stress-is-getting-to-me.html' title='.Cheer up, Chin up, Stay strong.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-3498003105550818446</id><published>2007-09-23T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T04:10:18.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on top of the world, come find me.</title><content type='html'>Talked to In-grow-well till 0530, woke up at 0800 and went for tri-tuition. On the way back, I dropped my wallet on Bus 43, went down to Sengkang and Punggol Interchange. They haven't seen my wallet, and I doubt I will ever see it either. Cash, Ezlink, Kopitiam card, badges and the patch that used to mean alot. I don't feel anything, yo. Mother just continued rubbing it in, she scolded me for blowing the bills, not looking after my valuables yada yada. Not the right time yes, Mother? I feel like I'm on the top of the world, so come find me if you want to, I'm down there. Yes, down there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-3498003105550818446?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3498003105550818446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=3498003105550818446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3498003105550818446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3498003105550818446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-on-top-of-world-come-find-me.html' title='I&apos;m on top of the world, come find me.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-1218705867048240060</id><published>2007-09-22T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T10:29:37.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONCE UPON A TIME, IN A FAR FAR AWAY LAND,</title><content type='html'>There was a town called Whatever. There was also a town called Anything. And the towns were ruled by Anything-also-better-than-you and Whatever-I'm-still-better respectively. One day, Anything-also-better-than-you went to look for Whatever-I'm-still-better to compete who's better. They decided to have a food battle. So, the people of Whatever and Anything started to prepare the food supply needed for the food battle. Then, Whatever-I'm-still-better had an idea. Similarly, Anything-also-better-than-you also had an idea! Whatever-I'm-still-better decided to steal ALL of Anything-also-better-than-you's food supply! Not similarly, Anything-also-better-than-you decided to give Whatever-I'm-still-better a basket of chicken backside!! On the day of the battle, Anything-also-better-than-you's General told Anything-also-better-than-you that their food supply were ALL GONE!! Whatever-I'm-still-better started chuckling like mad. Anything-also-better-than-you got a cardiac arrest and his last words were, "Eh, cancel the food battle, I got no food. I'm going to have the grandest funeral anyone has seen!" Being the kiasu guy he is, Whatever-I'm-still-better stuffed himself to death with the basket of chicken backside so he could have a grander funeral than Anything-also-better-than-you. However, both were thrown into the sea after their deaths. THE END.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-1218705867048240060?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1218705867048240060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=1218705867048240060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/1218705867048240060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/1218705867048240060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/once-upon-time-in-far-far-away-land.html' title='ONCE UPON A TIME, IN A FAR FAR AWAY LAND,'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-5033222934309818771</id><published>2007-09-21T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:08:18.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omgxz, Luke Ingrouille is Psychic!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, and so you've heard, jiang hua yu cool friend is Psychic!! Omgxz!! And thank you In-grow-well for PCTC, and only PCTC.(:&lt;br /&gt;(edit) And for writing many many comments for me, cos I've reached 3000.(:&lt;br /&gt;And for telling me that I spelt platypus correctly.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS paper was quite screwed, and along the way to Bestest's class, I heard many people saying, "I hate SS." We had recess from 0940-1110, had a super long drain talk with Bestest.(: Hist elec and Emath was boring, or rather I wasn't in the best of mood, so I started doodling on my foolscap and drawing. Clarisa said my dragon looked like a platypus and my foolscap looks like a MYUK wallet. Omgxz, so insulting!! (Oh no, I'm getting the twit bug, I keep typing Omg with the xz thing!!) Played hangman with OXQ, I like!! Then Clarisa was giving us class on how to be a twit 101. Hahaha. Oh, I was smsing In-grow-well during hist elec, and I was wondering why he didn't reply my sms. Guess what, he was wondering the same thing!! I guess the hungry monster's back in action, cool manxz.(: Met Cousin on the bus and talked for a bit. He said dragon looked like cheena dragon. --" Went home, then went to meet SillyBlur. And since it was friday, we were supposed to eat KFC according to Choo's theory. I realised I've been meeting SillyBlur the past Fridays, yo. Went to SillyBlur's house, we were blog-hopping and talking about random people. It's amazing how everyone knows everyone!! And I don't like the fact that my name's so common you know, it's nice and all (Though some might disagree) but it's so, common! Especially after what SillyBlur told me, it's so.. Insulting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE MILK.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;SillyBlur: Just tell Best you're not in the best of mood now, and you'll text him later. It's not a wise choice to settle things when you're not in the right frame of mind. And SillyBlur, Vivo + Beach (Sentosa) after finals okay! P.s. Watch your back, you whacked me so many times today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RvOqojKvvLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/r6o_YJfMh1U/s1600-h/21092007763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RvOqojKvvLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/r6o_YJfMh1U/s320/21092007763.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112617615607446706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Platypus /Cheena Dragon&lt;br /&gt;Even In-grow-well says it looks like a platypus, I'm speechless.:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RvOqozKvvMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/U5oqspYP_OQ/s1600-h/21092007764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RvOqozKvvMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/U5oqspYP_OQ/s320/21092007764.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112617619902414018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faceless drawings: I was &lt;u&gt;trying&lt;/u&gt; to draw a mother abandoning the kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-5033222934309818771?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5033222934309818771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=5033222934309818771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5033222934309818771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5033222934309818771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/omgxz-luke-ingrouille-is-psychic.html' title='Omgxz, Luke Ingrouille is Psychic!!'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RvOqojKvvLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/r6o_YJfMh1U/s72-c/21092007763.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-7141375701642919592</id><published>2007-09-19T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T00:28:21.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wake up, this is not a dream."</title><content type='html'>I fell asleep and woke up at 0430.&lt;br /&gt;Found out I left the laptop on,&lt;br /&gt;Media Player was playing&lt;br /&gt;RK House Prank -No Pork At All&lt;br /&gt;I was awaken&lt;br /&gt;And I was wondering which 2 noisy baskets were quarreling over pork.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/345309397583413687-7141375701642919592?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7141375701642919592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=7141375701642919592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7141375701642919592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7141375701642919592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/rk-house-prank-wake-up-call.html' title='&quot;Wake up, this is not a dream.&quot;'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-5095034011692130255</id><published>2007-09-19T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:56:32.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Moodswings are back in action,&lt;br /&gt;I said the word 'fucking' 4 times in a sentence today.&lt;br /&gt;And all because a girl screamed into my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&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/345309397583413687-5095034011692130255?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5095034011692130255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=5095034011692130255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5095034011692130255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5095034011692130255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-we-reach-point-of-no-return-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-7895771770123505758</id><published>2007-09-17T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T02:34:23.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy, I missed you.</title><content type='html'>It’s been a long hard road without you by my side&lt;br /&gt;Why weren’t you there the nights that we cried&lt;br /&gt;You broke my mother’s heart&lt;br /&gt;You broke your children for life&lt;br /&gt;It’s not ok but we’re alright&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But those are just a long lost memory of mine&lt;br /&gt;I spent so many years&lt;br /&gt;Learning how to survive&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m writing just to let you know&lt;br /&gt;I’m still alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotionless -Good Charlotte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-7895771770123505758?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7895771770123505758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=7895771770123505758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7895771770123505758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7895771770123505758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/daddy-i-missed-you.html' title='Daddy, I missed you.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-2293203149448882101</id><published>2007-09-15T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:08:20.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're not man of steel,</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I had english remedial after school. And I was late thanks to Physics lab. And surprisingly (Yes, don't be amazed) I found Mrs Tan (Yes, Tan Ming Fern) nice.:/ I prefer her when she's with remedial class then whole class, she's nice, really. Nuzul, Clarisa and I decided to stay back after remedial cos we didn't want to go home. Then Nuz and I went to wait outside Physics lab to get my pencil (Yes, I lost it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; yo.:/) We were playing with the puddle of water formed at the sides and making our footprints all over the corridor. The corridor is  nice place to emo and chill out, yo. We were camwhoring, I mean taking pictures.:] Then Clarisa came to look for us, so we just sat down and talk. And after waiting for so long, my pencil wasn't there.:/ Went back to class, got our bags and went to fitness corner with Meryl. I was feeling a little too high and they told me to go hang myself upside down, so I tried. But the bars were wet. And I was jumping around the sit-up boards, I slipped and did sort of a split and got some nice scratches on my shin. I actually found it shiok, I think I was a bit over the top. Then we went to the bus stop, Meryl and I went over to get our bubble tea (Sugar rush ain't helping anymore.) Went back to bus stop to talk to Nuzul for a bit. She went home, Clarisa too. So Meryl and I crossed the road and waited at the bus stop. Then Khoo smsed me, and I called her. You have no idea how sacarstic you sounded my dear girl, it's alright to admit you feel lousy at times you know. Then I 43ed down to Serangoon to meet her and we went compass point. Went to bread talk to get her donuts and my nacho cheese bread thing, yum! Then we went to sculpture park to chill out and thrash it out. We found some pebble thing and started drawing on the rocks (We're being environmentally friendly, yo.) Oh, wait, rewind. Khoo was asking me if I knew how to change from my blouse to my pe shirt without going to the toilet. Then she changed into her pe and showed me some hilarious thing you can do with a skirt (Sadly, mine's a pinafore.) Then she told me about Choo and his hilarious magic escalator incident. Then I don't know what we were talking about but I suddenly said "It's hilarious, yo", I mean like people type "yo" after their sentences, but no one really says it out! Hahaha, I guess I was a bit (Just a bit) out of my mind.:D Okay, back to sculpture park. Then Khoo realised she didn't bring home her correction fluid. So she used a marker and wrote our names. I wonder if it'll still be there the next time we return, I hope so. Then we walked to her house and talked at the playground. She was talking to Sam so I walked around and she told me not to sit down and emo. Hahaha, then we were quarreling if she's silly a not, so I said sillier than me!:D Well, our nicknames has the word "silly" inside. She's Silly Blur and I'm Silly Billy.:D And after our 3rd meeting, we found more common stuffs that we share, it's pretty cool.:] Then I walked to the bus stop and waited for the bus that never came. I cabbed to Lava East, and I had just 7 bucks to pay for the cab fare, omgxz. And the cab uncle thought I was a primary sch kid just cos I wore pinafore.:/ He kept talking, aiya. Waited for what seemed eons before we went to picked the kids. And waited for another gazillion years for the kids to finish tuition. Meanwhile, Desiree and I were snapping random shots.:] Then we went to Hong Kong Cafe Xpress for dinner, yum. And there were no seat.:O So we went to the beach and chill out first. Omgxz, I love the beach at night, especially the breakwaters.:D We went back for dinner, and I got into some kind of a fuss. I don't want to share food, even though it means I get to share with other's. I'd rather eat it in one go and not wait for a million years before each dish arrives. After dinner, we brought Sarah along with us to the breakwaters. Then I called Khoo and shared the sound of the wind and the wave crashing with her, I hoped you felt better Silly Blur! Then she said she couldn't sleep, so I told her to imagine she was lying on the breakwater, feeling the wind in her hair and the sound of the waves crashing, it's a pretty sight, I was doing so, but there were no stars. But the skies was a lovely dark purple.(: Couldn't snap any shots of it since it was pretty dark. It was around 11 and the adults haven't called us, so we thought maybe Cousin came. We went back cos Sarah needed to pee. Indeed, Cousin came so the adults were talking. So we returned to the breakwaters with Darren this time. Sarah and I were singing if you're happy and you know it. And we were singing, jumping, skipping, shouting hurray! It's so fun to be a kid. Then we sat for a while till the tide came in. We wanted to look for the jetty but ended up in the fitness corner. Called Choo for directions, but Ecp wasn't his district. So just said "Hello" for fun, haha. Then we wanted to go to the jetty but it was like 1150. We seriously thought the adults were mad. Hello, 4 kids running about the beach at 1150. They must trust Desiree and I alot. So we went back, and they were still talking. Sarah wanted to go back for another round of night walk. But we ended up ordering drinks and chilling out. Left HKCX at 0030, and on the way home we met road block. Choo asked me to take a picture of it, but his sms was too late, the car zoomed passed already. Then all the kids fell asleep in the car. Went home, bathed, uploaded the pictures but I was too tired to blog. And anyway, mother's laptop was low battery. Fell asleep and didn't reply Luke Alan's sms. And now I should go mug, like seriously. I need to turn into a chao mugger, a hardcore mugger. There's a mad woman screaming "Alan ah" and now she sounds like she's scolding Alan, whoever he may be. Now for some of the visible pictures, and I realised I never took pictures with Khoo. Next time okay Silly Blur! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;And for you my dear friend, please cheer up and don't be too bothered about Mother's words. It's supposed to be an adult thing, not what a kid should worry about. Enjoy the rest of your childhood, before you turn 21. We could go to the beach at night after the finals and just hide there. It's our run away place. And it's perfectly alright to feel lousy, alone and whatnot at times. No one's made of steel, there's time where you might feel weak and need reassurance, so here's a hug for you. Lovelove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Nicole/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;And for old best friend, I don't know if we're putting up a front again. I thought all was over, all was lost, and I was so glad we were good. But if we're playing the game of false pretence, I'm moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RuuyK6QvqxI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZRibYEYabIo/s1600-h/14-09-07_1409-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RuuyK6QvqxI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZRibYEYabIo/s320/14-09-07_1409-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110374102689884946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kawan baik (Nuz and I) at the corridor.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RuuyfKQvqyI/AAAAAAAAADc/6M7OQxa4dTw/s1600-h/14-09-07_2019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RuuyfKQvqyI/AAAAAAAAADc/6M7OQxa4dTw/s320/14-09-07_2019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110374450582235938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The green lapricorn, The blue prawn (Desiree) and Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RuuyfKQvqzI/AAAAAAAAADk/rOihe8AlCPk/s1600-h/14-09-07_2022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RuuyfKQvqzI/AAAAAAAAADk/rOihe8AlCPk/s320/14-09-07_2022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110374450582235954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Advertising for Cheeken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RuuyfaQvq0I/AAAAAAAAADs/1c1WY_7TwjE/s1600-h/14-09-07_2023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RuuyfaQvq0I/AAAAAAAAADs/1c1WY_7TwjE/s320/14-09-07_2023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110374454877203266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheeken, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RuuyfaQvq1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/kvC4wELIoa4/s1600-h/31-08-07_1611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RuuyfaQvq1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/kvC4wELIoa4/s320/31-08-07_1611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110374454877203282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nic, Nuz and Amelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RuuyfqQvq2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ksQVLT6owIc/s1600-h/31-08-07_1612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RuuyfqQvq2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ksQVLT6owIc/s320/31-08-07_1612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110374459172170594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;310807 at toysrus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-2293203149448882101?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2293203149448882101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=2293203149448882101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/2293203149448882101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/2293203149448882101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/yesterday-i-had-english-remedial-after.html' title='We&apos;re not man of steel,'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RuuyK6QvqxI/AAAAAAAAADU/ZRibYEYabIo/s72-c/14-09-07_1409-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-533523198234100299</id><published>2007-09-13T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T07:11:59.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's perfectly alright to feel lousy</title><content type='html'>On my way home, I saw FilzahNicoleAziz&lt;br /&gt;Omgxz, I miss her like crazyxz!&lt;br /&gt;Talked a fair bit, and I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;But now, chocolates don't work anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I need to thrash it out, but I can't seem to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;Somewhere along the line, I lost some good friends. I'd rather not meet new people and hold on to my good friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left my wallet in class when I went down for assembly, so I thought never mind. Then I realised I wasn't wearing my name tag and school badge. So I made a bet, I either go to the assembly ground and get booked, or rush up to class and try to make it before the music ends. Made it, but puked my non-existant breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you feel the tremors? 3/9 felt it, it was like whoa whoa whoa. And Ms Tee said lessons in 3/9 is forever earthquake day. And we behave worse than gaseous state.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY YIYING&lt;span colour="#000000" style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-533523198234100299?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/533523198234100299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=533523198234100299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/533523198234100299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/533523198234100299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-alright-to-feel-lousy-its-alright.html' title='It&apos;s perfectly alright to feel lousy'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-2277371805973785868</id><published>2007-09-12T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T07:34:39.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wo xue hui le duo ting, shao shuo.&lt;br /&gt;Ye ke neng bu shi bu yao shuo, er shi bu hui shuo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo ren wei zhe hen hao xiao. Yin wei wo gang gang da ying le peng you bing qie gou gou shou shuo ji shi ta dao ying guo qu, wo ye hui pei ta shuo hua yu, suo yi wo men liang ge xiang dao le tong yang de cheng yu: yi yan wei ding. Er qie, wo men zai yong hua yu dui hua, suo yi ba "great mind thinks alike" fan yi cheng le da tou nao xiang yi yang.:]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-2277371805973785868?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2277371805973785868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=2277371805973785868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/2277371805973785868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/2277371805973785868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/wo-xue-hui-le-duo-ting-shao-shuo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-8664293810678128889</id><published>2007-09-12T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T04:23:34.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;List out your Top 5 Birthday Presents&lt;br /&gt;Which You Wish For:1. Birthday party&lt;br /&gt;2. Helium balloons and flowers&lt;br /&gt;3. Cakes&lt;br /&gt;4. Birthday cash&lt;br /&gt;5. Spending my birthday with friends.:]&lt;br /&gt;Answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who tagged you was?- Han Zheng Guang&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is?- Mah bruddher from another muddher&lt;br /&gt;3. Your 5 impressions of him/her?- He's there most of the time(thank you!), joker, rascist, good listener and he's got some nice music.:]&lt;br /&gt;4. Most memorable thing he/she has done for you?- Listened to me rant.:/&lt;br /&gt;5. Most memorable words she has said to you?- He asked me to cheer up and tell him my problems?&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will?- He's mah bruddher, yo!&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be? - Grow taller, hee.:] But I believe Han likes someone now.:]&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will?- Make peace.:]&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be?- Conflict?:/&lt;br /&gt;10. The thing you desire to do most for him/her would be?- Be a nice sister.:]&lt;br /&gt;11. Overall impression of him/her?- Mah bruddher from another muddher who's been there.:]&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think people around you will feel about you?- I talk alot, hee.:]&lt;br /&gt;13. A character trait you love about yourself?- I talk rubbish.:]&lt;br /&gt;14. A character trait you hate about yourself?- Hate the moodswings.:/&lt;br /&gt;15. Person you want to be?- Myself.:]&lt;br /&gt;16. Say something to the people who care for you!- Thank yo, friendzies!:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 people to know what they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;1- Choo&lt;br /&gt;2- Silly Blur&lt;br /&gt;3- Egobud&lt;br /&gt;4- Nuzul&lt;br /&gt;5- Coolpeepeepants&lt;br /&gt;6- Tingtong1&lt;br /&gt;7- Tingtong2&lt;br /&gt;8- Sam&lt;br /&gt;9- Bestest&lt;br /&gt;10- Kwang&lt;br /&gt;Who is #6 having a relationship with?- I know she's crushing on someone.:]&lt;br /&gt;#9 a male or female?- Female&lt;br /&gt;#7 and #10 are together, will it be good thing- It'll be the joke of the century.&lt;br /&gt;How about #8 and #5?- They share a common interest for guitar.:]&lt;br /&gt;What is #2 studying about?- Phy-chem, Bio, Geography, Amath and the norms.&lt;br /&gt;When was the last you talked to #3?- Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;What kind of music does #8 like?- I don't know, hee.:]&lt;br /&gt;Does #1 have any siblings?- Yes&lt;br /&gt;Will you woo #3?- He's my Ego Buddy.:]&lt;br /&gt;How about #7?- NO FREAKING WAY, she's annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Is #4 single?- Yes&lt;br /&gt;What's #5's surname?- Lee&lt;br /&gt;How about #10's?- Kwang&lt;br /&gt;#4's hobby?- Being a loser..my kawan baik, hee.:]&lt;br /&gt;Do #5 and #9 get along?- They might if they knew each other.:]&lt;br /&gt;Where does #2 study at?- CGS&lt;br /&gt;Say something casual about #1?- He's nice, he kept his promise and bought me a cake on birthday.:]&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried developing feelings about #8?- Kawan baik feelings, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Where does #9 live?- Kembangan&lt;br /&gt;Are #5 and 1# best friends?- They might if they knew each other.:]&lt;br /&gt;Does #7 like #2?- I don't think either party's lesbian or bisexual.&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to know #2?- Friendster.:]&lt;br /&gt;Does #1 have any pets?- Yes, a dog.&lt;br /&gt;#7 the sexiest person in the world?- NO, but she can get pretty horny, and annoying.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-8664293810678128889?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8664293810678128889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=8664293810678128889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8664293810678128889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8664293810678128889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/list-out-your-top-5-birthday-presents.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-884224484519577154</id><published>2007-09-07T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T07:55:18.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up at 0730, babysit the 3 kiddos while Julie went to get breakfast. Cabbed to Compass to meet Silly Blur at 1000. (Note to self: Leave early and take public transport, it's almost impossible to cab at Joyce's.) We went to macs, she ordered hashbrown and regular milo, I ordered medium milo. She did 5 pages of SS and 4 math sum, while I only did 3 sums.:/ Then we walked around, went to random shops and started trying out clothes and shoes. Talked, walked somemore. Called Luke for advice, and the silly person said Friday eat KFC, Monday eat Macs. (I assume Tuesday eat Macs too, cos that's what Sam and Luke ate on my birthday.) We ate KFC, Khoo ordered Shrooms Burger and I got Zinger. Guess what Khoo said? "Why is it chicken? It's supposed to be SHROOMS Burger." (I don't really know why I'm blogging so detailed-ly.) Then we found out the care bear show was over.:/ Khoo wanted to eat ice cream, but she was unwilling to let me treat her to Swensens. So we walked around somemore till we couldn't take it, and called Luke. (Yes, again.) And he suggested we go Vivo. So we went Vivo, then we went on a shopping spree, without cash that is. We went into several shops and tried out the clothes and shoes. I like the sweater in Zara, the tee in Espirit and those shoes in River Island!(: Mother's going to give me 200 for shopping!;D I like. Then we went to get B&amp;J's, mmm! I like I like I like! Sat at the balcony thing and suntan, haha!(: And after that, we went to play with water.(: Got our legs wet and went into the arcade. But we couldn't find the basketball machine, and it was mostly guys inside. Then again, it's true, we're unlike any other girls.(: Oh, Khoo can really bark! I swear! It's super high-pitch!(: We went into Pet Safari, and the dogs were omg cute! Khoo liked the shi tzu(sp?) and I liked the bull dog.(: Then Khoo wanted to go to the playground to play some seesaw-like thingy, it's damn kewlxzxz! We climbed up some sculpture thingy. Got off, and continued monkeying around, climbing onto more sculpture thingy, haha! Our study date was unsuccessful, it turned into a play date! But I had fun, haha!(: Thank you Silly Blur.(: Then we talked alot alot on the mrt back. And I think I'm out of sort. First, I missed Outram. Then, I decided to take mrt to Sengkang with Khoo and back to Outram afterwards. Nextly, I went into the Boon Lay train and I only realised I was on the wrong train when I reached Queenstown. Lastly, I think I missed a step when I was alighting the bus. My brain's running away again, please come back brain.:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play date with Khoo after EOYs: Shopping with cash + B&amp;amp;J's + suntan + play water(Remember to bring slippers for your convenience) + arcade + sentosa + monkeying around (Remember to wear proper shorts to avoid unglam climbing.) + staring/ fascinating over dogs at pet safari + food hunt. Mmm, sounds like a plan.(:&lt;br /&gt;Dare for Khoo: EYE CONTACTS AND SKIRTS.;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The loss of old friends is replaced by the joy of making new friends. Oh, the agony of it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-884224484519577154?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/884224484519577154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=884224484519577154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/884224484519577154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/884224484519577154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/woke-up-at-0730-babysit-3-kiddos-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-4231135341532455624</id><published>2007-09-05T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T10:07:59.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How to enjoy a good meal?&lt;br /&gt;Sway along with the music, and chew, chew, chew you food.&lt;br /&gt;(Mr Angmoh guy sure knows how to appreciate his Swensons and the music.;D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-4231135341532455624?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4231135341532455624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=4231135341532455624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/4231135341532455624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/4231135341532455624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/how-to-enjoy-good-meal-sway-along-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-1436646233429696200</id><published>2007-09-02T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T23:29:40.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a matter of whether&lt;br /&gt;You believe hard enough&lt;br /&gt;You pray hard enough&lt;br /&gt;You work hard enough&lt;br /&gt;And if you want it bad enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WANT MY A1s!&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/345309397583413687-1436646233429696200?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1436646233429696200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=1436646233429696200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/1436646233429696200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/1436646233429696200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-matter-of-whether-you-believe-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-3233292574842305464</id><published>2007-09-01T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:08:23.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RtlfW0I7VGI/AAAAAAAAACs/Xs3sOjZ1mCE/s1600-h/1_711350978l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105216498159015010" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RtlfW0I7VGI/AAAAAAAAACs/Xs3sOjZ1mCE/s320/1_711350978l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Candid shot, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RtlfW0I7VHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DmLcOfhEiZw/s1600-h/1_720808113l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105216498159015026" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RtlfW0I7VHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/DmLcOfhEiZw/s320/1_720808113l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yet another candid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RtlfW0I7VII/AAAAAAAAAC8/gKfn1R_FLOk/s1600-h/1_758801121l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105216498159015042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RtlfW0I7VII/AAAAAAAAAC8/gKfn1R_FLOk/s320/1_758801121l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Peace out, yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RtlfXEI7VJI/AAAAAAAAADE/az2lvavRdFQ/s1600-h/1_783942007l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105216502453982354" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RtlfXEI7VJI/AAAAAAAAADE/az2lvavRdFQ/s320/1_783942007l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boringggggg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RtlfXEI7VKI/AAAAAAAAADM/89HUI3J2XLk/s1600-h/1_815054235l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105216502453982370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RtlfXEI7VKI/AAAAAAAAADM/89HUI3J2XLk/s320/1_815054235l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ELAINAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/Rtle90I7VBI/AAAAAAAAACE/2Tx00hV7hGM/s1600-h/1_176987129l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105216068662285330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/Rtle90I7VBI/AAAAAAAAACE/2Tx00hV7hGM/s320/1_176987129l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh my goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/Rtle-EI7VCI/AAAAAAAAACM/yAf_goxLhmo/s1600-h/1_244878447l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105216072957252642" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/Rtle-EI7VCI/AAAAAAAAACM/yAf_goxLhmo/s320/1_244878447l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'Orh hor' the bimbo way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/Rtle-EI7VDI/AAAAAAAAACU/A9DCOfgFLMk/s1600-h/1_350511179l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105216072957252658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/Rtle-EI7VDI/AAAAAAAAACU/A9DCOfgFLMk/s320/1_350511179l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3/9, show some muscles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/Rtle-UI7VEI/AAAAAAAAACc/DSuWBQK6OO0/s1600-h/1_457115962l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105216077252219970" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/Rtle-UI7VEI/AAAAAAAAACc/DSuWBQK6OO0/s320/1_457115962l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tonight, we fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/Rtle-UI7VFI/AAAAAAAAACk/nnCcjWwibN0/s1600-h/1_615564088l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105216077252219986" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/Rtle-UI7VFI/AAAAAAAAACk/nnCcjWwibN0/s320/1_615564088l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Awesomeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RtlebUI7VAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uWFRC6__V8s/s1600-h/1_157851621l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105215475956798466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RtlebUI7VAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/uWFRC6__V8s/s320/1_157851621l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Teachers' Day 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you get F9&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like nobody can help&lt;br /&gt;No you can't be upset&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No you can't be upset&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just as long as my teachers stand, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;So teachers, teachers stand by me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, now, now, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Stand by me, stand by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If again we cannot pass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the future looks bleak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And our parents all need to see Ms Tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won'r cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No I won't give up hope&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as my teachers help me study&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So come on teachers stand by us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, now, now, help us pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stand by us, stand by us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out our class performance &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NuLX0kGYmjI&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fxoxo%2Dkailing%2Eblogspot%2Ecom%2F"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-3233292574842305464?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3233292574842305464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=3233292574842305464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3233292574842305464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3233292574842305464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-you-get-f9-and-you-want-to-cry-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RtlfW0I7VGI/AAAAAAAAACs/Xs3sOjZ1mCE/s72-c/1_711350978l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-6944280047727962178</id><published>2007-08-28T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T07:42:51.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saniyah Gwen Filzah Samantha Benny Han Egobud Khoo Perry Marcus Tingtong2 Tingtong Sam Jared Sarah Gina Annabel AuntClare Nuz Belinda Limin Jesslyn Syahirah Azura Diana Aaron Dionne Clarisa Joel Choo Linda Yuanting Huixuan Pauline Junyong Jo Joyce Darren Amanda Sarah Audy Jamie Gay Amanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tingtong2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Gina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Bel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; for the birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;3/9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; for the birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nuz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; for the birthday song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Khoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; for the celebration, cake and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cousin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nephew&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nieces&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt; for the dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Audy&lt;/span&gt; for the kis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;s.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darren&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; for singing Happy Birthday out loud and the crazy singing session on the car.&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/345309397583413687-6944280047727962178?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6944280047727962178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=6944280047727962178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6944280047727962178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6944280047727962178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/08/thank-you-saniyah-gwen-filzah-samantha.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-7197450223093297067</id><published>2007-08-26T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T08:59:32.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SILLY BLUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why you're so upset/angsty but please please please do cheer up love. You really didnt wreck up my birthday plans! The plans we made were enough to keep me happy for the week. And if you really want to make it up to me, please please please try to cheer up girl! And remember to eat a slice of cake/ a quakers granola bar/ pokey for breakfast on my birthday as planned okay! Thank you for being a phonecall away when I needed you. And I'm sorry I'm always the one ranting about my problems. The messages of 'Cheer up love' seems useless, but I hope you know, I'll always be here for you girl! Hang in there, Lovelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.s. We're not Lesbians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-7197450223093297067?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7197450223093297067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=7197450223093297067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7197450223093297067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7197450223093297067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/08/silly-blur-i-dont-know-why-youre-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-602158131235484246</id><published>2007-08-23T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T04:30:23.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SWINGS&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel horrible, I'm easily annoyed, and I'm sorry to anyone I've said 'Shut up!' to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/345309397583413687-602158131235484246?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/602158131235484246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=602158131235484246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/602158131235484246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/602158131235484246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-terrible-mood-swings-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-509643768445070906</id><published>2007-08-21T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T09:28:29.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dear friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i don't know how and i don't know why we've grown so far apart, but i miss you. and i know things will not be the same again, we'll never share secrets, late night phonecalls or crazy moments together anymore. although we talk, our chats are so polite. and those dates or even backpack travelling we mentioned? i doubt we'll meet up. you've changed me, alot, thank you. i choose to keep things the way they were. i've had the craziest times with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;thnks fr the mmrs.&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/345309397583413687-509643768445070906?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/509643768445070906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=509643768445070906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/509643768445070906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/509643768445070906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/08/dear-friend-i-dont-know-how-and-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-9017177736393819474</id><published>2007-08-18T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:08:23.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CROSS COUNTRY&lt;/strong&gt; Zany parade is da bombxzxz! And our class has the best team spirit and the best interpretation of the theme BACK IN TIME. We won! &lt;em&gt;We are the romans/champions, my friend, and we'll keep on fighting till the end, we're the romans/ champions, we're the romans/ champions, no time for grecians/ losers, cos we're the romans/ champions, of the world!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN BETWEEN &lt;/strong&gt;After camwhoring, and many attempts at a jumping shot, we were dismissed. But it was raining, so met up with Yunshan and walked to the bus stop. We had umbrellas but we were still wet. Conclusion, Nuzul and I have lousy umbrellas.(: Bus-ed to Bedok and we had finger lickin' good KFC for lunch. Then we went to the hawker to get Nuzul's dad's lunch. The food there were so tempting, so much for fast food! Nuzul and I decided to go back for mee soto/ mee rebus from that malay stall on Monday!(: Bid Nuzul goodbye and went Bishan with Yunshan. We collected our tickets and bus-ed home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIREWORKS&lt;/strong&gt; I was so reluctant to get out of bed, but I did the norms then bus-ed to Paya Lebar and mrt-ed to City Hall to meet the two ting tongs. We met Naomi and Jolene then went our separate ways, ting tongs and I went macs, TKs went starbucks. We were supposed to wait for them, but I forgot, sorry.:/ We saw the YAs tho, and Yusra cut her hair! She's a true black emo kid now! HAHA. Then we walked to Marina Bay together.(: Ate and fed the two ting tongs and took tons of pictures.(:&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I miss everybody! Priscilla kept her word and screamed when she saw me, haha. The best part was, there were empty seats beside us, so Pris could sit beside us! Omg, I miss Pris and her Priscilla-ness!:/ The fireworks were great, really lovely.(: Met Joyce and family, had supper and taught Amanda the friendship dance while waiting for the car.(: &lt;em&gt;As we walk to the left, as we walk to the right, as we walk, as we walk, as we walk all night, with a heel and a toe, and a half turn around, with a heel and a toe, and a new friend found.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.s.&lt;/strong&gt; If you want to irritate Lim Yunshan, sing 'We are the champions'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100081658598216674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RschP0I7U-I/AAAAAAAAABs/Q52HvteNAMQ/s320/1_553038625l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100081757382464498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RschVkI7U_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5ATPHtsG-sg/s320/1_467119900l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-9017177736393819474?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/9017177736393819474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=9017177736393819474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/9017177736393819474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/9017177736393819474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/08/cross-country-zany-parade-is-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RschP0I7U-I/AAAAAAAAABs/Q52HvteNAMQ/s72-c/1_553038625l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-7748522409522645320</id><published>2007-08-15T05:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T07:39:28.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dearest friends,&lt;br /&gt;I miss arguing with you if it's 'biker' or 'cyclist', 'korean' or 'koreanese' drama serials and making random indian accented sound productions.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the late night chats where we would persevere and knock out at 3.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the late night phonecalls where we would talk about everything under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the late bus ride home and the playground talk.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the lagsana that was buried in tomato sauce, the blading and the random question and answer session.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the crazy acts we performed in town, blading sessions in east coast and the letters.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the silly talks, words of comfort and secret sharing.&lt;br /&gt;I miss how we used to be so close.&lt;br /&gt;I miss how you used to understand me and just be there when i'm exceptionally high or down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please come back soon, and let the good times roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-7748522409522645320?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7748522409522645320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=7748522409522645320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7748522409522645320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7748522409522645320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/08/dearest-friends-i-miss-arguing-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-4658600195635474304</id><published>2007-08-09T07:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T08:23:43.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY!;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;AUDREY: GIRLS, I'M VERY PLEASED WITH YOUR PERFORMANCE. PLEASE MEET AT HQ THIS SATURDAY FOR CR6, AND DON'T FORGET THE ACTUAL DAY WHICH IS NEXT THURSDAY.&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL: EH, CR6 OVER LE LUH, IT'S CR7.&lt;br /&gt;AUDREY: AIYA, ANYWAY, THERE'S 6 OF YOU HERE, ONE PERSON ONE CONTIGENT, AND I HOLD THE PARADE.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE: HAHAHA OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;NICOLE: EH, AUDREY, YOU NEED TO MEMORISE THE COMMANDS OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;ANNABEL: EH, REPORT AT 9.30AM SHARP AT GUIDES HQ AH.&lt;br /&gt;AUDREY: YEAH, IN FULL GUIDES U. DON'T FORGET TO TIE YOUR HAIR NEATLY, AND YOU, YOU NEED TO WEAR HAIR NET.&lt;br /&gt;RACHEL: YEAH, AND NO COCKROACH FEELERS.&lt;br /&gt;ANNABEL: EH, GLOVES!&lt;br /&gt;AUDREY: YEAH, REMEMBER TO BRING YOUR GLOVES AH, DON'T BRING, DON'T MARCH AH!&lt;br /&gt;NICOLE: EH, BRING YOUR UMBRELLA TOO!&lt;br /&gt;AUDREY: HAHA, YEAH, REMEMBER TO BRING YOUR GLOVES AND UMBRELLA, DON'T BRING, DON'T MARCH AH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#000000;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Y'ALL MAKE ME LAUGH OUT LOUD, I LOVE Y'ALL. SEE YOU THIS SAT FOR OUR IMAGINARY CR7.;D THIS DOESN'T FEEL LIKE THE END THO. AND THE ACTUAL PARADE FELT LIKE A NORMAL REHEARSAL. I THOUGHT THE FIRST FEW REHEARSALS FELT MORE LIKE THE REAL THING WITH THE HUGE AUDIENCE AND ADRENALINE RUSHES. AND I TRIED CRYING BUT MY TEAR GLAND IS OUT OF SORTS. NEVER MIND, I USE EYE DROP!)':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;NDP 07, WE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt; make a &lt;u&gt;difference&lt;/u&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/345309397583413687-4658600195635474304?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4658600195635474304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=4658600195635474304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/4658600195635474304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/4658600195635474304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-national-dayd-audrey-girls-im_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-7968928860504261266</id><published>2007-08-05T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T04:57:10.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i met two &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ting tongs&lt;/span&gt; for breafast at macd's yesterday.(: then we took a train down to bishan, and sharon braided my hair on the mrt.(: you know, you can apply physics to your everyday life. black absorbs and radiates heat, thus our feet were being cooked in the black boots.;D everyone seemed pretty dead yesterday. i mean we ain't allowed to sing and shout anymore. furthermore, i guess we were disheartened by the crowd that turned up. it was like half a stadium? walked filzah to the traffic light, and we skipped like two third of the pathway, non stop. damn fun!(: she gave me a hug, messed up my hair, and &lt;u&gt;burped&lt;/u&gt; into my ear. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WOMANNN!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; haha, then i waited for ahneh at the traffic light. thereafter, we went to eat mos burger and we saw regina and yunjia! then we went to the toilet and camwhore, haha.(: after they left, ahneh and i took 55 home. haha, and ahneh wanted to sleep on the bus until the next morning! talked quite alot in mos and on 55, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i love you ahneh!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; haha, but she got cheated by the taxi driver! he sent her to hougang/ lor ah soo before sending her back to macpherson luh, like WTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, my voice &lt;u&gt;broke&lt;/u&gt;! mom thought i was a &lt;b&gt;guy&lt;/b&gt; okay! and lewis said i could go cut my hair short, wear boys clothes, and join &lt;u&gt;maris stella&lt;/u&gt;! HAHA. i can imagine my introduction, "hello, my voice broke, and until it recovers, i'll be known as &lt;b&gt;nicholas&lt;/b&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;khoo&lt;/span&gt;, i'm fine, i'll stay alive,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i love you many many many!&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit) i went to see the doc at bedok today, but i had to wait for 1h before my turn. i walked around what used to be familiar, but nothing brings back a sense of longing or even memories. surroundings change, people change, feelings change, it's saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit) how do you study chem when your msn contacts keep popping up and down, a bunch of kids screaming/ singing out of tune, a bunch of kids exchanging gaming tips, a bunch of adults talking about work, a bunch of adults cooking and washing and a bad throat? I'm disheartened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you don't need to tell me it's over, cos i can sense it.&lt;br /&gt;(edit) i don't like the word 'pop', pop this happens, pop that happens, i don't do surprises. so for the pair of poppers, to hell with you.&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/345309397583413687-7968928860504261266?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7968928860504261266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=7968928860504261266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7968928860504261266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7968928860504261266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-met-two-ting-tongs-for-breafast-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-8892361313505100033</id><published>2007-08-03T02:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T02:48:15.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BEYOURSELFDAY seriously, i think it'll work better if they collected 2 bucks for national day and 2 bucks for teacher's day, it's just human mentality. somehow, it feels more expensive to pay 4 bucks for both occassions. but, anyway, class ain't donating. but we're paying 10 cents each for broc to be our class' model for the best dress competition.;D sometimes, i think broc is very shui bian, you ask her to cat walk, and snap, she does it, HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FILZAH assembly ended late, so yunshan and i met filzah late and she missed the bus OD was on, haha. we went to bishan to collect our tickets, and since rasyiqah didn't want hers, we split it, 1 and 2. then we went macs and ate filzah's all time favourite(i think so), mcspicy! i was having a sore throat and i ate fast food, how smart, haha.;D and i saw a few people i know, but i didn't say hi tho. i saw shipei from deyi, which i know from camp training. then i saw this guy from tuition, i think he's in ri. and lastly, i saw this guy from mbs, i think he's in hci. but anyway, there was this lady who kept pacing up and down, giving filzah and i those weird stares, and we wondering what does she want from us? HAHA. turns out she's from fcbc, and she's out on the 100k blessing project. but first, she made filzah and i do some questionaire on our friendship. she said she wrote some negative comments that might have some negative effect on our friendships, but we saw NOTHING, haha. maybe she used invisible ink.:O then we took 55 home.;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY i felt horrible last night, but i went to sch today cos there was lit paper. audy came halfway to pick me up, but we were having amath and i thought i couldn't afford to skip anymore lessons so she went home. i took 31 with nuz to bedok, and we went to eat KFC. like i think i'm trying to make myself more sick, haha. but i had fun, we gossiped alot and like we did abstract art with the mustard from my meltz.;D oh oh, and nuz's chilli sauce!;D then i went to see a doctor, got my med, got my mc, i should have taken coughing med from the doctor luh, my throat is like !@#$% oh, i did something silly last night. i switched off the lights, couldn't see my way round, banged into a wall, thus my lip bled and now it's swollen. amanda's singing "ni co co, xiao xiao sheng." i have no idea what's she singing, don't ask me.;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUKE CHOO/ OLD KID.;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKYOU khoo, choo and egobud, i'm fine, i'm a happy kid.;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZEN NEEON2 is down.):&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tmr, NDP.;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-8892361313505100033?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8892361313505100033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=8892361313505100033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8892361313505100033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8892361313505100033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/08/beyourselfday-seriously-i-think-itll_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-3198267534564369172</id><published>2007-07-31T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T06:09:37.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is screwed up, isn't it?</title><content type='html'>this woman just called,&lt;br /&gt;woman: may i speak to the owner of the house?&lt;br /&gt;me: why are you looking for her?&lt;br /&gt;woman: mm, i'm looking for vija gumar.&lt;br /&gt;me: there's no vija gumar.&lt;br /&gt;woman: is this sengkang eastway?&lt;br /&gt;me: no&lt;br /&gt;woman: okay, bye.&lt;br /&gt;why couldn't she ask for vija gumar from the start?&lt;br /&gt;and is there a sengkang eastway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEM ms chan seems to be having pre pregnancy syndrome, or maybe it's pre exam stress. she made sure we paid attention and copied the notes.&lt;br /&gt;PE i didn't want to do my 5 stations again, so i decided to run 2.4km with lisa for fun. it helped clear my brain, alot.&lt;br /&gt;LIT mr john was mia, so we had free period. i did a bit of emath, talked to vic chew and chilled out with zen neeon2.(oh, did i mention, joel gave me his mp3, thanks korkor.;D)&lt;br /&gt;RECESS mr peh kept sarah's class back, so i was waiting and talking to vic chew. then sarah and i went to buy burgers.(:&lt;br /&gt;EMATH mdm raudhah made us do some sums. oh, jac was like seducing/ harassing mdm raudhah, damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;ENGLISH i can see mrs tan is trying very hard, and i think she's nice, really. especially after yesterday's 5 stations.(:&lt;br /&gt;AMATH vic chew thinks mrs loy is using reverse psychology, shocking us with our poor poor grades one day before our test. instead of feeling depressed, we would work harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION i don't know how to express myself nowadays. i know i want to talk to a friend, any friend but i don't know where to start and what to say. i've got terrible moodswings, and i make myself feel horrible for no apparent reason. oh, i used to find vic chew annoying and all. but come to think of it, she's nice, really. especially today, i seemed to have talked to her, alot. anyway, cheer up girl, life's not about horrible amath killer papers. and now, after all the commotions, i shall start revising amath before i screw up, badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-3198267534564369172?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3198267534564369172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=3198267534564369172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3198267534564369172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3198267534564369172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/07/everything-is-screwed-up-isnt-it.html' title='everything is screwed up, isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-8019012649738224274</id><published>2007-07-29T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T07:49:38.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know, I can think of 101 things to blog on the bus, but when I reach home, I forgot all about them, HAHA.;D Egobud says I should blog about it on my hp first. But anyway, just now on the bus, there was this nice old lady who moved in and let me have the seat beside her, I like her.;D Haha, this is so random, but I realised how a smile can affect everyone around you.;D She smiled at me, so I smiled back, and instantaneously, I felt great.;D And then I saw this young woman who wasn't pissed or anything, perhaps just stoning, but she looked downright pissed alright. Now I understand why the other O.D. said I look depressed on the bus the other time. They should have a "Smile-for-me' campaign, HAHA.;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit) I can't wait for 271107, CGSSB concert with khoooooooooo(!!) and choo. Okay, so khoo wasn't referring to us, HAHA.;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit) Pfft, a bug just flew out of nowhere, and I flushed it down the toiletbowl. Roar, I'm downright mean luh, like right to the core, I'm sorry bug.):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mommy's going hongkong, again, and I have to go stay at Joyce's, again. I wish I could just stay at one place long enough to adapt well you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I flushed the bug down the toiletbowl, I dread NAPFA, I dread school, I dread CAs, I dread going to Joyce's, what's going right this week?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-8019012649738224274?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8019012649738224274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=8019012649738224274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8019012649738224274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8019012649738224274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-know-i-can-think-of-101-things-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-8353165731482825722</id><published>2007-07-25T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T04:36:58.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hugging our certainties, yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of cause and effect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reward and retribution,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it seems the wind whispers as we pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nothing matters at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another late night phonecall with Filzah till 2.30am, and I had to wake up at 5.30am. And surprisingly I manage to keep awake and pay attention.;D Lit presentation was great, and I stupidly blew the wax of the candle onto my hand, roar. I realised I hang out with the juniors more than my batch mates, maybe I'm abnormal.;D We had some Cajun Chicken thing, and it was great.;D Then we ran like all around school to look for Yunshan when she was actually behind the classroom block, pfft! Haha, I think we could have gotten stitches luh. Oh, then Bel kept skipping around she became Skippy Peanut Butter.;D Then Gina and I kept going "Skippy"(Gina) "Peanut"(me) and Bel got so annoyed, hahaha.;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Is it me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-8353165731482825722?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8353165731482825722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=8353165731482825722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8353165731482825722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8353165731482825722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/07/hugging-our-certainties-yes-of-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-5830029819202416385</id><published>2007-07-24T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T06:22:21.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When people start to understand me, frogs will be flying.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'm grouchy and emo, so here's a reason for my highly unreasonable behaviour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-5830029819202416385?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5830029819202416385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=5830029819202416385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5830029819202416385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5830029819202416385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-people-start-to-understand-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-6582389668612256339</id><published>2007-07-21T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:54:52.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To my lovely juniors: Thanks for making me feel like I helped y'all alot and well just for involving me in your discussions(Gossips or Mini-structure).(; I didn't help much, I just did what a friend could do, stand behind you and gave you some moral support.;D Y'all are the competitors and the one who made the trophy-winning mini-structure.(; And I must say, I'm proud of y'all! Although everything was so last minute and y'all were pretty stressed, you won!;D Just remember, never go to a competition with a 'Lose-Never-Mind' mentality. And although y'all may think y'all ain't good enough, but who knows? TKGS GUIDES ARE GOOD.;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this reminds me of what Amanda once wrote on my enrolment postcard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everything is possible, the impossibles only take a longer time to be accomplished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pms, sleeping at the back, tears, scoldings, sense of satisfactory, that's what made up yesterday's NDP session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the party? It's yet another chaotic gathering.;D The food was great as usual.(: And as usual, Desiree and I will just find a cosy corner and just talk it out with a bit of food.:D Omg, she got her braces! HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-6582389668612256339?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6582389668612256339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=6582389668612256339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6582389668612256339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6582389668612256339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-my-lovely-juniors-thanks-for-making.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-5067503674943754106</id><published>2007-07-20T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T05:16:13.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up earlier to catch the earlier bus, and I reached school like 6.35?! And Filzah's the other Ong dear's face was so stoned, I didn't know if I was supposed to say Hi or Bye, so I just hopped off the bus. Sch was alright, PI was okay, and my tear gland(or whatever you call it) was like crazy, I felt like crying when it's not even touching. I wanted to pon guides since many others were, but decided to keep a clean record.(: We marched for a bit, flag bearer is cool okay.(: Then we had ball games. After that, I got the sec1s and discussed the mini structure with them, Bel and Gina. I guess the sec1s don't feel the stress cos they don't know what's going on, but poor Bel and Gina, you girls can do it okay!:D Then we had dinner at VideoEzy, yummy cup noodles and cheezels.:D Then we walked around to get their materials and sat at the bus stop and cutting the sticks. I was so tired I slept on the bus, and I felt so stoned after that. And I cried a little. The pms is getting on me. I'm tired, I want to sleep. I feel sick, I want to bang the wall. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-5067503674943754106?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5067503674943754106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=5067503674943754106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5067503674943754106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5067503674943754106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/07/woke-up-earlier-to-catch-earlier-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-3939048019105321112</id><published>2007-07-16T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T07:11:09.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After Ms Tee's major lecture on Friday, I guess we all felt even more guilty than ever, so today Annabelle whipped up a gigantice sorry card with carefully scotchtape-d on stick-ons with our own personal messages for Ms Tee. I thought it was a pretty neat gesture.(: And she was joking that she'll recycle that soon after, haha.(: After class, I went parkway with Yiying, Vic Chew, Vic Chan, Meryl, Chanel, Jac, Belle, Pam and Cheryl. We bought Long John's and ate at Venezia cos Pam and Cheryl were eating waffle ice cream. Haha, did I mention Venezia was like invaded with greenies. In fact, the whole parkway was. And there was these ladies that kept staring at us, hoho. We went off around 2.10 and freaked out when we thought we had to report 15mins before reporting time which was 2.30. And we heard the gates were locked, so we panicked even more. And when the bus gate open, we chiong ah, ran all the way to sch and the side gate was closed! I bet we proved those people on the buses right, that we were crazy sch girls, haha. Anyway, it was close cos the gaurd on duty was at the front gate, so we ended up freaking and running to the main gate for, nothing. But it was relieving to find out it actually starts at 2.30 and that we weren't late, thus we won't be barred from our listening compre, phew!:D Haha, Vic Chan was like saying she told us it was a bad idea to go out, but hey, we made it in time.:D The listening compre was pretty alright.(: I went home and forgot all about my movie with Bugger! Haha, but when I got off the bus, I got my knee ache again. It's more often now, I wonder what's wrong with my knee. PFFT. Oh, did I mention the heated discussion on the bus from sch to paya? Haha, it was funny, I mean I barely talk to that Rachel and we just talked on the bus, including Vic Chew too! And I think I'll sleep early tonight, I'm like dead tired. Plus I woke up at 2.30 last night and couldn't go back to sleep till the morning. Please let me have a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Filzah dear is coming back in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-3939048019105321112?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3939048019105321112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=3939048019105321112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3939048019105321112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3939048019105321112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/07/after-ms-tees-major-lecture-on-friday-i_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-6772202535579751743</id><published>2007-07-14T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T07:53:52.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's NDP was uber fun!:D Especially during dinnertime, we played 'Gimme Rhythm Ready Go', 'Huh?' and 'Ouch!' game with the maams and sirs.:D Their reaction is really really hilarious. Rave does 'Gimme Rhythm Ready Go' as if it's an indian dance, hoho.:D And like he couldn't get Yunshan and Yunjia's name, so they became Bishan and &lt;em&gt;'Pichia'&lt;/em&gt;(broken) respectively. It was damn funny luh! And like when they couldn't get it, they'll just go, no, I'm just taking my time you see.:D And like, when we were playing 'Gimme Rhythm Ready Go' without Rave but with Randy, Yunshan went to say "Rave, 4!" so we made her do a forfeit, and since she misses Rave so much, we dared her to tell Rave, "Wo Ai Ni(I Love You)" and you'll never guess Rave's expression! He was like "Oh god, help me!" HAHAHA. And when we playing 'Ouch!', Yunjia said "Ouch!" so we made her tell Ms Joanne "Wo Ai Ni" too, and Ms Joanne had that expression on her face, HAHA. Today's a blast luh, and our marching was impressive, we marched like Girl Guides, I'm so proud of us.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;GIMME RHYTHM READY GO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-6772202535579751743?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6772202535579751743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=6772202535579751743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6772202535579751743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6772202535579751743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/07/todays-ndp-was-uber-fund-especially.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-8612516158818845660</id><published>2007-07-13T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T08:55:10.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before I start, it's Friday the 13th.(: Parkway -ed with Nuzul and Shahirah, we had KFC and I saw the packets of tissue/ chilli sauce/ spoon etc, so I assume we're having KFC for tmr's ndp. Then we went to Changi Airport and pig out somemore in Macs, yum.:D Omg, I'm going to have Macs for breakfast and KFC for ndp again.:O Then I met Bugger at Bedok. Eh, you sucker, you better return the book I borrowed for you, if not I'll poke you cos I know you're scared of tickles, less than sam but definitely, more than me!:D And, sorry I couldn't make out which is your left and right shin. So if your knee is hurting cos I kicked your shin, sorry! I'll buy you more strepsils.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6 more days till dear's back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-8612516158818845660?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8612516158818845660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=8612516158818845660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8612516158818845660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8612516158818845660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/07/parkway-with-nuzul-and-shahirah-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-3732662977680542571</id><published>2007-07-08T05:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T05:55:41.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's the point of 'used to be' when memories are just not good enough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-3732662977680542571?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3732662977680542571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=3732662977680542571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3732662977680542571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3732662977680542571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/07/whats-point-of-used-to-be-when-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-6482511654304374555</id><published>2007-07-05T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T08:10:45.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Filzah just called, she's leaving on a jetplane.&lt;br /&gt;To the other ong dear: Why didn't you abduct her?&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, like you'll ever read this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics was relatively okay, we drew tables after tables. Chem, the pregnant Ms Chan(She prefers her maiden surname cos she think it's ridiculous that your parents look after you half your life and once you get married, you change your surname.) didn't come, maybe she went for a check-up, good for you, cos we had 1.5h free period.:D And I had so much fun talking with Yiying and Syahirah, and like I went high on speaking with an indian accent I couldn't change back. HAHA. Like I wanted to tell Sarah I wanted to eat from the malay stall, I said Tamil. Like wwth?!(Haha, elaina was like what..what the hell? So here's the new word, WWTH!) Oh, we're planning on pranking someone. "Hello, this is Mr Alibarma, I'm your tamil tutor. I would like to confirm with you that there's tuition tonight from 7-9pm, please don't be late for your classes." Haha, so wait for our phonecall!:D Sarah bought the tickets for Battle of the Bands, I want to go, but I wonder who's going, and I think Sarah's going with her classmates, so oh wells.(: We were suppose to have Mr Wei's(The china teacher with the soft, fast and strong accent-ed voice, who claims his voice varies with the size of the classroom.) lesson, but Ms Lim came in instead cos she wanted to go through Oral skills with us. I like Amath today, we drew a graph, and there's more tmr.(: For assembly, VJ's Principal came and gave us a talk, and now the demand of VJ should be high, and the supply should be low. Maybe, I have the potential of being an econs student.:O Then I went to VideoEzy with Broc and Steph, we had cup noodles and the Whatever drink, mine tasted like Green Tea with added flavouring. Steph's was Apple Tea? Then Mel came, she too ate cup noodles and we were like trying each other's noodles, funny.:D Then Elaina and Nikkita came along, and more food exchanging.(: Haha, then we played Daidee! It was uber(Say it the Filzah way, oh golly, I miss the gayshit.): ) fun manxzxz! We(Broc and I) wanted to go to sch/ VideoEzy/ Lucky Station/ Sing Post to study, like help her with Amath, but she went GECL instead so I went home.(: And I slept, all the way till 9.30! Well, at least, I didn't miss dear's call.:D Oh, somehow, I got interested in speaking Tamil after talking to Filzah's chindian(Or rather, too much interactions with Indians.) friend last night, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wo shi hua ren, wo bu hui jiang hua yu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saya cheena, saya tak tahu cekap melayu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naan oru cheenachi, aanal enaku tamil theriyathu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm chinese, I don't know how to speak english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-6482511654304374555?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6482511654304374555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=6482511654304374555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6482511654304374555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6482511654304374555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/07/filzah-just-called-shes-leaving-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-2217042131258647563</id><published>2007-07-04T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T05:53:57.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FILZAH'S GOING IRELAND TMR.):&lt;br /&gt;Who in the world abducts the victim to her house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I don't know what to blog about and Luke suggested I blog about the 'oh-so-fabulous' Luke. Luke's a lame guy, and he says I'm lame too, precisely why we're friends, takes one to know one you see. And he claims he's shy around girls. Hey, whoever doubts this, put up your hand(s)! (Puts up both hands.) Eh, I belive you, really. Anyway, he has a tendency to go H***. That's for me to know, and you to find out. And he loves telling half stories, so who in the world is your crush? Come on, since I don't know her, it won't hurt.(: Oh, he loves chicken and exotic food like Horfun Curry Chicken Egg.( Egobud asks, "Isn't that a perfect combination for diahorrea?" Agreed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing physics in Amath, I finally finish my TYS homework.(: But I did pay attention during the graph part.(: Oh crap, I forgot to buy graph paper.:O Anyway, for higher cheena, we had a cheena NIE teacher coming in, I couldn't really get what he's saying, but hey I got the gist.(: Feedbacks: Louder and Slower. I've got one, stop emphasising so much on your words, it makes it so hard to listen. During english, she was teaching us about great speeches. And that guy, Mark Luther King? keeps going I've got a dream that his speech became I've got a dream.:D Then I had footdrill and planning for friday during recess, thank god I had the sandwich from morning.:D Sorry Sarah! I liked today's lit lesson, everyone's was pretty engrossed in the poem discussion, and there's much to ponder about tho it's just about a typical funeral and Mr John actually said, "Won't it be interesting to go to a funeral? At least for me." Haha, tres cool. We had sexuality talk for legacy and she showed us the abortion video, Silent Scream. So people out there, don't go PMS and like abort your child okay, it's like CRUEL.(: Then I met Yunshan and Sharon, we ate in school then took a bus down to KC. OMG, I miss Filzah already.D: Then we took 55 to Bishan and collected our tickets, then she and her juniors were getting badges for tmr's trip, yep. Then we went macs to eat, Yunshan and Sharon pangseh-ed us. Haha, and that gayshit wanted me to abduct her back home?(Refer to the first para.) I'll miss you dearest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-2217042131258647563?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2217042131258647563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=2217042131258647563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/2217042131258647563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/2217042131258647563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/07/filzahs-going-ireland-tmr.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-5284213249548205232</id><published>2007-07-03T05:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T05:40:38.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;NICOLE FILZAH ONG IS GOING TO ABDUCT FILZAH NICOLE AZIZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-5284213249548205232?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5284213249548205232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=5284213249548205232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5284213249548205232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5284213249548205232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/07/nicole-filzah-ong-is-going-to-abduct.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-7546655687850295544</id><published>2007-07-01T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T07:58:47.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Filzah Nicole Aziz&lt;/span&gt; is leaving for Ireland on thursday.): You sucker, who's going to tie my braids now? Who's going to sing/ shout out loud and lose my voice with me for the next two weeks? And who's going to walk with me to the taxi stand to cab? Enjoy yourself and learn more songs, okay? And like don't start some scandalous affairs or we'll all smack your butt!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had three hour of mean, variation and standard deviation for emath and trigo for amath. Then I had another one a half hour for chinese. After that, I went to Pasir Ris Park to emo with Jesslyn. Actually, the emo term is pretty inappropriate, cos we didn't emo, we just talked alot. And we were supposed to have B&amp;J's, and ice cream is not an emo icon!:D Then we went to the "end of the world" to look for a "taxi man", or so Luke phrases it. And the "gentlemen" walked us out of the park in case the "Girl Guides" doesn't know their way out and in case they get raped. Or rather in case I rape Jesslyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want to do what you want me to do. Home is simply the new emo icon. Those Tamils in my SS textbook are stateless but I feel homeless. I'd rather sit at the breakwaters, I'd rather take long walks in parks, I'd rather take long silent bus rides home by myself. I'm packing my troubles in my old duffel bag and leaving for loserville.&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/345309397583413687-7546655687850295544?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7546655687850295544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=7546655687850295544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7546655687850295544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7546655687850295544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/07/filzah-nicole-aziz-is-leaving-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-3061006102371066475</id><published>2007-06-30T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T09:58:58.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, Sharon Lee Geok Ling forced me to update, so here I am, and I really don't know who actually reads this junk.;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I feel so unproductive this whole week. I've just been slacking around. And the teachers are right, we're sec3s and it's only a year plus before our O's. Furthermore, it's already the 2nd semester, we should show more initiative and interest in our studies. In case you were wondering if I'm possessed, nah. I just felt really bad when I didn't complete my Emath homework today, Mdm Raudhah was like so disappointed. And I guess the teachers had enough of our bullshits, and we had enough of disappointing our teachers. Ms Saffiah cried towards the end of history class, and she had to end off with "Since you only listen when I cry, I shall cry a little every lesson." I can't tell if it's crocodile tears but hell yeah, time to pay attention and settle down. Seriously, maybe, I might just be possessed. Or maybe it's just the peer pressure, everyone's studying, everyone except me perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I think I benefited alot from NDP. For one, I've met alot of new and crazy friends such as Filzah dear and the TKC gang. And somehow, I became more open. Few days/ weeks/ months ago, if I had to lead sing-a-long, I might not be able to do it. However, I'm screaming my lungs out and trying to lose my voice on every training now. It comes almost naturally, thanks to the song leaders. And for some reason or another, I become conscious of my footdrill. I kept wondering if my hands were straight/locked, if I henta kaki 90 degrees and so on. And people say I'm loud, and that's cool.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I think I learnt alot today. To view from another's perspective, and like To Kill A Mockingbird, you never know how a person feel till you walk around in his/ her skin. And it was never easy to reach a compromise, maybe we just have to do what we think is right. Afterall, life's mostly about trial and error right? And I need to learn to control my temper, I'm easily agitated. Anger management anyone? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to parade on the floating platform and sing and shout till we lose our voices. Good night, and don't fall off your bed.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY AARON!;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-3061006102371066475?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3061006102371066475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=3061006102371066475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3061006102371066475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3061006102371066475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-sharon-lee-geok-ling-forced-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-271265183660424647</id><published>2007-06-26T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T09:15:34.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes my heart tells me one thing, but my head tells me another.</title><content type='html'>School barely started and I'm tired shit. Lessons are pretty alright, and as usual, I don't like Add Maths. And maybe Physics, I just don't get it. I need to stop skipping tuition before I fail Physics too. Maybe I'll get home tuition for my sciences so I can cut down on my travelling time. And surprise surprise, I find chem alright. I wasn't paying attention in SS, but I enjoy listening to her talk. Chinese is bullshit, they separate us, and I'm in the band1 class. I want Angeline Madjukie! I'm in the class with the prc scholars and all the smart chinese alecs, I'm bound to score last luh.): And add maths, I was stoning. Omg, Nicole Ong, start treating your studies a little more seriously please! And my head's killing me, stop thumping! I went recess with Hweeting cos Sarah had something on. And we bought gingerbread man, pokka green tea and french fries.:D Then we cam-whored at the back of classroom block.(: I had lunch with sweetheart cos some pang seh kia has remedial. And I fell asleep on the bus, I got a shock when I saw Yio Chu Kang Road luh, but actually it's the bus stop before my stop. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &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/345309397583413687-271265183660424647?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/271265183660424647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=271265183660424647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/271265183660424647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/271265183660424647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/school-barely-started-and-im-tired-shit.html' title='Sometimes my heart tells me one thing, but my head tells me another.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-1280541952574291011</id><published>2007-06-22T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T10:10:05.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HONK IF YOU'RE HOT.</title><content type='html'>Hello, I'm back from camp! Overall, it was fun and very much like a physical training camp. There had been some commotions, and we really wonder if school is actually a safe place. But all is well, safely sound, GOD is neigh!:D Mm, our camp performance was very impromptu, we were just singing out of sheer boredom and we came out with a song, haha. But it was pretty horrible.:D And throughout the whole camp, I realised we improvise alot, go girl guides.:D And we did something that proves we're crazy school girls. At one of the amazing race station, we had to hold up a sign by the roadside to collect HONKS. By the way, the sign reads: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HONK&lt;/span&gt; if I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm too lazy to update everything, maybe you can try some other guides' blog. Luke's jealous of my huge new bed, but too bad, you can't move in, it's mine!:D I'm off to bed, ndp tmr with dear and the TKC gang.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-1280541952574291011?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1280541952574291011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=1280541952574291011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/1280541952574291011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/1280541952574291011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-im-back-from-camp-overall-it-was.html' title='HONK IF YOU&apos;RE HOT.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-5451444286295038821</id><published>2007-06-19T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T02:28:50.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello, I brought all my uniform and whatnots that I needed for today except my ding dong white shoes. So I had to come back to hougang to get it. Then I took a cab down to school and I was late. Or rather, after waiting for Janice and Jesslyn, I was late. So we had to do punishment! We did 30 jumping jacks instead of duck walking.:D Then we tied our gadgets, ours is pretty horrible, it can't stand for nuts' sake!D: Yeah, and I got really fed up, I don't even know what we're going to do for the camp performance. Alamak luh.): Then we went parkway to get our supplies! We bought spaghetti, sauce, sausage and mushroom! Sounds pretty delicious to me, and most importantly, it's HALAL.:D Then we went to eat lunch at mos, yunshan pigged on kim's and my fries.(:&lt; And, the bus ride wasn't that bad, only 40mins. I slept on most of the journey though. And now, my to do list:&lt;br /&gt;crime prevention poster&lt;br /&gt;crime prevention scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;pack my camp bag&lt;br /&gt;a maths hw&lt;br /&gt;e maths hw&lt;br /&gt;physics worksheet&lt;br /&gt;chinese project&lt;br /&gt;physics project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm off to ikea to get my furnitures.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank you, you. I'm fine now, sorry if I scared you when I cried on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-5451444286295038821?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5451444286295038821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=5451444286295038821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5451444286295038821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5451444286295038821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-i-brought-all-my-uniform-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-265267761090949819</id><published>2007-06-17T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T12:23:43.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I want to poof disappear.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I want to poof disappear. Yes, this will be the best week of my life. Yes, the problem will pile up. Yes, I need to solve it myself. Yes, I have horrible time management. Yes, we're shifting tmr. Yes, I don't want to move. Yes, I don't think I like the new house at all. Yes, I don't look forward to the morning bus rides. Yes, I don't like shopping for furnitures. Yes, I hate it when everyone loses their temper. Yes, I think my life is unpredictable. Yes, I only want to play all day. Yes, I wish my homework can be done by itself. Yes, I don't like deadlines. Yes, I think it's unfair to complete the project work for the MIA people. Yes, I feel like I have not enough time. Yes, I don't like it when mom travels for work. Yes, I don't like to bother people and stay at my aunt's. Yes, I wish everything will be the same. Yes, I want to cry/vent my emotions. Yes, I'm typing rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FATHER'S DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I have no one to say that to. And for some forgetful humans who knows that my parents are divorced and still ask me where my dad is, GET THAT INTO YOUR THICK SKULL. Maybe I should write it on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-265267761090949819?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/265267761090949819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=265267761090949819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/265267761090949819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/265267761090949819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/yes-i-want-to-poof-disappear.html' title='Yes, I want to poof disappear.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-8907097381520188151</id><published>2007-06-17T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:08:24.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RnVn1rN-XnI/AAAAAAAAABk/FbldW3lPy5o/s1600-h/17062007738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077078326762167922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RnVn1rN-XnI/AAAAAAAAABk/FbldW3lPy5o/s320/17062007738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RnVnt7N-XmI/AAAAAAAAABc/4_8dk1-E4Tk/s1600-h/17062007734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077078193618181730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RnVnt7N-XmI/AAAAAAAAABc/4_8dk1-E4Tk/s320/17062007734.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ohana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RnVnhLN-XlI/AAAAAAAAABU/k---0x_EzWg/s1600-h/17062007733-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077077974574849618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RnVnhLN-XlI/AAAAAAAAABU/k---0x_EzWg/s320/17062007733-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're emo kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RnVkK7N-XkI/AAAAAAAAABM/-oBkZhgDswQ/s1600-h/17062007732-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077074293787876930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RnVkK7N-XkI/AAAAAAAAABM/-oBkZhgDswQ/s320/17062007732-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The bimbo and the gay one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-8907097381520188151?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8907097381520188151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=8907097381520188151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8907097381520188151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8907097381520188151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/ohana.html' title='Pictures.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RnVn1rN-XnI/AAAAAAAAABk/FbldW3lPy5o/s72-c/17062007738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-3436583490123378719</id><published>2007-06-16T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:08:25.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If raindrops were lemon drops and gum drops,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh what a rain that would be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Standing outside with my mouth open wide, AHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained and rained all day,&lt;br /&gt;so we sang and sang all day.&lt;br /&gt;But we marched a little in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;and dinner was not bad apart from the oily mixed veggies.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went to a wedding in guides u.:O&lt;br /&gt;Cos mommy forgot to bring my clothes,&lt;br /&gt;and everyone went oh, girl guide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're girl guides, we're girl guides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're girl guides through and through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep our promise, wear our badges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep the law in front of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On with guiding, cheers to guiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When there's danger, never mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keep on trying, keep on smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's the spirit sister mind/mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a sing-song kind of mood.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RnQYarN-XgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CYr96yLA3XI/s1600-h/16-06-07_2036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RnQYarN-XgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CYr96yLA3XI/s320/16-06-07_2036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076709526510394882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wo men shi twit worxzxz.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RnQYhLN-XhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0qi2pX0XeEE/s1600-h/16-06-07_2151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RnQYhLN-XhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/0qi2pX0XeEE/s320/16-06-07_2151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076709638179544594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cousins.:D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RnQZY7N-XjI/AAAAAAAAABE/6dc_LQJ6B7Q/s1600-h/16-06-07_2159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RnQZY7N-XjI/AAAAAAAAABE/6dc_LQJ6B7Q/s320/16-06-07_2159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076710595957251634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm oh-so-merry/gay/silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-3436583490123378719?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3436583490123378719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=3436583490123378719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3436583490123378719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3436583490123378719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-raindrops-were-lemon-drops-and-gum.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RnQYarN-XgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CYr96yLA3XI/s72-c/16-06-07_2036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-8002203649537119680</id><published>2007-06-15T08:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T08:37:51.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm !@#$% tired.</title><content type='html'>I slept late, woke up early, went to school, did indoor cooking, smelt like smoke and ash, had mashmallow and sausages,  missed bestf/ sweetheart/ asshole with jan and ras, sang with part of the TKC gang, cleared up, buried the ash as fertilisers to feed my over-reactive imagination and creativity, sang taps, bought food, pig out with ras, took 10, dropped at an unknown bus stop, walked to a dead end, did a detour, reach my destination, completed keying the customer's contacts, watched tv for a bit, had lunch, got my 50 bucks, went to catch guppies with nets, stunk even more, babysit, ate dinner, watched tv, bathe, went home, blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow, breakfast and going high with dear and TKC gang.&lt;br /&gt;My bestf/ sweetheart/ asshole is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometime I don't know what to say, I don't know how I should react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-8002203649537119680?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8002203649537119680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=8002203649537119680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8002203649537119680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8002203649537119680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-slept-late-woke-up-early-went-to.html' title='I&apos;m !@#$% tired.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-7757235036661850630</id><published>2007-06-14T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:55:27.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>华语COOL</title><content type='html'>今天, 我的朋友来做物理专题作业.我们会用芭比娃娃和玩具车做实验.我们也会用桌布和水瓶做另一个实验.因为我们要证明惯性.(: 然后,我去表姐的家做了三个钟头的工,我帮表姐输入档案,输入差不多300个联络号码和电邮地址,输入到眼花缭乱.明天,我需要再回去输入完其他客户的资料.然后,我就可一赚取表50大元.(: 今天,我们去她的新店吃晚餐,她叫了很多食物,食物都非常地丰富有螃蟹,龙虾,鸡翅膀等等.我们也去了小型游乐场玩耍.(:明天,我需要回去学校,因为我有课外活动.我们会尝试野外煮饭,因为我们需要为露营做好准备.(: 我为星期六而感到非常地兴奋因为可以和我的好朋友一起狂欢,一起唱歌和练操.(: 训练后,我会坐徳士去表哥的婚礼.(: 星期三,五舅舅,也会和一为中国际女子,结婚,真是皆大欢喜,大家都在结婚,哈哈哈.(: 我很喜欢我新的牛仔裤.(:星期二就要般家了,我还真的舍不得离开勿洛.): 但是,后港也应该不会太差劲吧?我认为我应该尝试去接受我的新家,而不是马上下定论.虽然新家离学校有点远,但是新家还装修得满不错的.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation:&lt;br /&gt;Today,my friends came over to do Physics project. We'll be using Barbie dolls and toy cars to do a rag doll experiment and table cloth and water bottle to do a table cloth experiment to prove inertia. Then I went over to Audy's to help her key data, I keyed about 300 contacts in 3h and I thought I saw stars above my head. Tomorrow, I'll have to go back and finish keying the rest of the contacts, then i'll get my 50 bucks. Tonight, there was a wide spread of good food, crabs, lobsters, chicken wings et cetra. And we went to the mini amusement park to play. And there's guides tomorrow, we're going to do outdoor cooking in preparation for camp. I can't wait for sat then I can go high/crazy and sing and march with the Tanjong Katong Convent gang. After training, I'll cab down to my cousin's wedding. Wednesday, uncle's getting married to this china woman. It seems like everyone's getting married, what a joyous week! Oh, and I like my new jeans. We're shifting on Tuesday and I can't bear to leave bedok! But anyway, I think I should try and accept Hougang and not jump to conclusions. After all, it can't be that bad right? Although it's pretty far from school, but it's nicely decorated.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke thanks the blog for praising him, "Cos you're so beautiful" after every post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-7757235036661850630?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7757235036661850630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=7757235036661850630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7757235036661850630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7757235036661850630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='华语COOL'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-1078997660968510180</id><published>2007-06-11T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T09:33:35.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crippled Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Legged Worm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Said a thousand legged worm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;As he gives a little squirm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Have you seen this little leg of mine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If it can't be found,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I just have to hop around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;On my nine hundred and ninety-nine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou sucketh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to break your nine hundred ninety nineth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-1078997660968510180?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1078997660968510180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=1078997660968510180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/1078997660968510180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/1078997660968510180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/crippled-nine-hundred-and-ninety-nine.html' title='Crippled Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Legged Worm.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-110087102858619110</id><published>2007-06-10T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T00:44:18.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Onions stink, they make you cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-110087102858619110?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/110087102858619110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=110087102858619110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/110087102858619110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/110087102858619110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/onions-stink-they-make-you-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-1680596700279857589</id><published>2007-06-07T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T21:37:40.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, I said no poking!</title><content type='html'>I wake up every morning to the annoying rings of the telephone, and today was no exception. I made my bed, brushed my teeth and went down. My niece got a new set of make up toys and somehow I became her life size barbie doll. She was putting on "lipstick", combing my tangled hair (eeouch) and putting on pretty clips all over my hair. Thanks buddy, but that hurts. So I made my great escape up the stairs and packed my big bulky bag. I had lunch and left my aunt's about two and made my way home. She makes exotic food i tell you, I had some rice that was cooked with lemon grass, yellow ginger, ginger flower and peppermint leaves. Oh, I was supposed to meet hardcore gay, but I felt rather indecisive, tired and grouchy. But I met sadistic buddy and we took a train down to pasir ris to meet Sam. Then they played Fifa on SB's laptop at Macs, then we went to get B&amp;J's, it was good, haha.:D Then SB's laptop's batt died so we went to the arcade and they played more football! Then they tried beating the high score of the basketball thing. And lastly, they played the racing car thing before we left for dinner at BK. And they had fun smacking each other's straw, even mine. So in the end, me and sam had to drink from the cup itself cos all the straws were smashed. Haha.(: We talked a heap, it was great fun minus the part they keep trying to make me sing and as Sam phrases it, they were practising their diamond finger kongfu (inshort, poking my head with their finger). But hey, I didn't know I had okay reflexes, [edited] so I manage to whack their hands. And I accidentally smack Sam's face once, I'm sorry.(: And hey, whoever said I was going to do 2 songs! Anyway they are MEAN EMO KIDS. Sam's the mean one and sadistic buddy's the emo one, so they influence each other and become the MEAN EMO KIDS. [/edited] Then I took bus12 home with sadistic buddy, quit poking buddy! Cos quiting is hard, not quiting is harder!:D Then we sat at the playground and talked about my "oh-so-dramatic" life.:D It was cool, thanks buddies.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We like our fun, and we never fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-1680596700279857589?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1680596700279857589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=1680596700279857589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/1680596700279857589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/1680596700279857589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/hey-i-said-no-poking.html' title='Hey, I said no poking!'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-740978966328832922</id><published>2007-06-04T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T18:51:41.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Feel the sand on your feet,&lt;br /&gt;and you shake it all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello justgiveasmile.blogspot, I went out with Jesslyn Kwang Ling Li/ Bestf/ Sweetheart/ Asshole yesterday. And we watched Shrek3, i think it's rather moving yet funny.:D Oh, just because someone thinks you're an hideous man-eating ogre, you don't have to be one, you just have to be what you want to be, you.(: And then we went to hangout at the Sun Plaza Park beside TM. And I got bitten my those silly ants, ROAR. And she's so scared of cats, like I'm scared of dogs.:D Then we chilled out in the library. C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E-S-O-NG SONG! Haha, that was random, SPONGEBOB'S CAMPFIRE SONG.:D Then we half sang Girlf, so I'm ready to sing for Sam and Perry, NOT.:D Then I went to GECL and did my physics homework.:O And I went for Physics feeling like a saint.:D And all we did, or rather mostly what we did was just drawing of ray diagrams.:D And they sent me to aunt's after tuition, and I kept giving the wrong directions, so we kept turning into dead ends.:D Okay, I need to go to school and meet Bougain/ Beast. And I think this year's camp theme is XMEN cos Jasmine appears to be SHADOWCAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t like your girlfriend!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No way! No way!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think you need a new one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could be your girlfriend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that you like me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No way! No way!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know it’s not a secret.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey! Hey! You! You!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be your girlfriend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Friends gone wrong = friends gone emo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wo zhen de hen xiang xiang yi qian yi yang he ni shuo hua, ke shi ni hao xiang bian le yi ge ren shi de, wo bu zhi dao gen ni shuo shen me cai hao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-740978966328832922?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/740978966328832922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=740978966328832922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/740978966328832922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/740978966328832922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/feel-sand-on-your-feet-and-you-shake-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-6188336721260161458</id><published>2007-06-03T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T02:58:26.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NDP was great fun, especially with Filzah.:D She helped me tied my hair, thank you! And like we sang to all of our destinations, it's like we sang until we were out of breath luh! Haha.:D And like the NCDCC guy was damn funny, he turned back and asked us if his beret was in place, by mistake. I think he thought the reserves were still at the back, haha.:D Oh, and it feels really good standing there in the parade.:D Apart from the few people that fainted, broken umbrellas and that sudden cannon thingy! It just went boom boom boom, not for the weak hearted, haha. Let's sing till we lose our voice on wednesday!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perry walked me to my aunt's and that !@#$% go sabo me luh. He and Sam are in cahoots. And they're going to make me sing Girlfriend, what the hell luh. It's so inappropriate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Wo bu zhi dao zhong jian fa sheng le shen me shi, wo zhi zhi dao, wo men yue lai yue shao shuo hua le.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-6188336721260161458?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6188336721260161458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=6188336721260161458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6188336721260161458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6188336721260161458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/ndp-was-great-fun-especially-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-1038394939019416574</id><published>2007-05-31T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T01:54:00.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; To Whom it May Concern:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult, in order to accept the responsibilities of a 6 year old. The tax base is lower.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I want to be six again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to go to McDonald’s and think it’s the best place in the world to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make waves with rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to think M&amp;Ms are better than money, because you can eat them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to play kickball during recess and stay up on Christmas Eve waiting to hear Santa and Rudolph on the roof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I long for the days when life was simple. When all you knew were your colors, the addition tables and simple nursery rhymes, but it didn’t bother you, because you didn’t know what you didn’t know and you didn’t care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to go to school and have snack time, recess, gym and field trips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to be happy, because I don’t know what should make me upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to think the world is fair and everyone in it is honest and good. I want to believe that anything is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sometime, while I was maturing, I learned too much. I learned of nuclear weapons, prejudice, starving and abused kids, lies, unhappy marriages, illness, pain and mortality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to be six again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to think that everyone, including myself, will live forever, because I don’t know the concept of death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life and be overly excited by the little things again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want television to be something I watch for fun, not something used for escape from the things I should be doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to live knowing the little things that I find exciting will always make me as happy as when I first learned them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to be six again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I remember not seeing the world as a whole, but rather being aware of only the things that directly concerned me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to be naive enough to think that if I’m happy, so is everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to walk down the beach and think only of the sand beneath my feet and the possibility of finding that blue piece of sea glass I’m looking for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to spend my afternoons climbing trees and riding my bike, letting the grownups worry about time, the dentist and how to find the money to fix the old car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to wonder what I’ll do when I grow up and what I’ll be, who I’ll be and not worry about what I’ll do if this doesn’t work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want that time back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to use it now as an escape, so that when my computer crashes, or I have a mountain of paperwork, or two depressed friends, or a fight with my spouse, or bittersweet memories of times gone by, or second thoughts about so many things, I can travel back and build a snowman, without thinking about anything except whether the snow sticks together and what I can possibly use for the snowman’s mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to be six again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hello, I got that from Egobudeug's blog and I agree with it. When you're six and naive, nobody would call you crazy for running around in circles chasing your skirt. Try that now and they probably call you mentally unsound and call the IMH. The point is kids get the privillege of doing things grown ups or halfway there humans don't, and it's not fair.I want to be six and deprived again, I want to wake up wondering what's for breakfast and what I should play next rather than what I should do to pull my grades up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Hot weather and a floating platform, umbrellas and gloves, water and sweets, sweat and sunburns, who can wait?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OH I FORGOT TO MENTION, LIM YUN SHAN DROPPED MY PHONE IN MACDONALD'S CHILLI SAUCE.):&lt; BUT SHARON ACCIDENTALLY DIPPED HERS WITH MACDONALD'S CHILLI SAUCE ON THE SAME DAY.:D BA DA BA DA BA, I'M LOVIN' IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-1038394939019416574?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1038394939019416574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=1038394939019416574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/1038394939019416574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/1038394939019416574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-whom-it-may-concern-i-am-hereby.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-211872939193279737</id><published>2007-05-29T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T18:46:59.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All's well, end's well.:D</title><content type='html'>A BIG THANK YOU TO THE PEOPLE/PERSON WHO WROTE THE LYRICS, MADE THE TUNE AND SANG THE SONG OF &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT&lt;/span&gt;.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU NIC KHOO&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU EGO BUDDY&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU HARDCORE GAY&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU PAPAYA&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SADISTIC BUDDY&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU VAINEST&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU EVERYBODY, WHICH INCLUDES YOU, YOU AND YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOLLY, HAVE A NICE DAY.:D&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm off to parade with my 2ndcoy gang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-211872939193279737?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/211872939193279737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=211872939193279737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/211872939193279737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/211872939193279737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/05/alls-well-ends-welld.html' title='All&apos;s well, end&apos;s well.:D'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-846725002837203831</id><published>2007-05-29T03:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T18:36:22.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&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/345309397583413687-846725002837203831?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/846725002837203831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=846725002837203831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/846725002837203831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/846725002837203831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-birthday-mommyd-you-never-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-6384037938465216998</id><published>2007-05-29T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T02:04:34.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God, please give me the strength.</title><content type='html'>Thank you for talking to me on the phone last night. I don't know if I was scared out of my wits or maybe I just missed home and Mommy. I felt so dumb, crying on the phone while walking to my aunt's. But well, it definitely helped me overcome my fears and just get there. I can't believe everything's changing. We're moving. Mom's going to be stationed in Hong Kong. Joel's in NS. And worst of all, I'll be staying at different places, like both Hougang and Bedok. It's such a sucker time to move. And I guess it's true that humans react differently when they are alone and when they are in a gang. And it's becoming a habit, all the phone calls, sms, online chats. I miss my friends, and they seem to be MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;By the flames that burned your words says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Carry a chopper with you while going over to aunt's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;By the flames that burned your words says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;That should help (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;It's a supernatural delight. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Hahaha, whoa, but if I see a ghost, I can't chop it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;By the flames that burned your words says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Hahahha SCREAM !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;By the flames that burned your words says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;It should run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;By the flames that burned your words says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;If it doesn't, it's most probably deaf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;By the flames that burned your words says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;So YOU run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;By the flames that burned your words says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;It's a supernatural delight. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I REALLY CAN'T WAIT FOR TMR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to get out of here, really badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where'd you go, I missed you so.&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/345309397583413687-6384037938465216998?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6384037938465216998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=6384037938465216998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6384037938465216998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6384037938465216998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/05/god-please-give-me-strength.html' title='God, please give me the strength.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-9022649010676401772</id><published>2007-05-28T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:08:26.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yester&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Angeline&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yiying&lt;/span&gt; were over my house,&lt;br /&gt;and we were like having a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;matchmaking&lt;/span&gt; session.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Victoria&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yiying&lt;/span&gt; are at my house, like now.&lt;br /&gt;we went to the library in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;and I finished the short story's ending.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and there was some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ah pek&lt;/span&gt; singing.:D&lt;br /&gt;Then we had lunch at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BK&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and now we have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt; mob of 'Dancing in the Moonlight' fans.:D&lt;br /&gt;Chinese project were never meant to be so fun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I can't wait for tmr. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069871103475349618" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RlvM6EOqeHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/feAdiT3pFdk/s320/11-05-07_2159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dancing in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;everybodys feeling warm and bright&lt;br /&gt;its such a fine and natural sight&lt;br /&gt;everybodys dancing in the moonlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-9022649010676401772?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/9022649010676401772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=9022649010676401772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/9022649010676401772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/9022649010676401772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/05/yester-angeline-and-yiying-were-over-at.html' title='DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT.'/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RlvM6EOqeHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/feAdiT3pFdk/s72-c/11-05-07_2159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-596910813089262928</id><published>2007-05-26T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T10:20:53.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NDP IS &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND I'M &lt;strong&gt;PROUD&lt;/strong&gt; TO BE IN THE CONTIGENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-596910813089262928?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/596910813089262928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=596910813089262928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/596910813089262928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/596910813089262928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/05/ndp-is-fun-and-im-proud-to-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-8441607800912106206</id><published>2007-05-26T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T09:07:43.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Stop asking me about Daddy,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It feels like a dream,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I never knew when was the morning I woke up and found Daddy gone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't ask me why,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-8441607800912106206?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8441607800912106206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=8441607800912106206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8441607800912106206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/8441607800912106206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/05/stop-asking-me-about-daddy-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-3200846330230397657</id><published>2007-05-25T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T09:12:11.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mm, I wonder why the teachers are leaving, one by one. It's like it's the retirement/resigning/leaving period. Oh wells, for personal reasons, for health reasons, for different reasons. And Mrs Hoe's? The Pursuit of HappYness. And now she's Gone with The Wind. Haha, movie titles.:D Mdm Azizan was going to leave for health reasons but she decided it's not time. And there's some rumour about Ms Terry leaving too. The cool teachers are always leaving, or rather, we only know how to cherish the things we have when it's gone. Oh, since Mdm Azizan is teaching some war stuffs in Social Studies, she used two songs! Bloody Sunday by U2 and Zombie by Cranberries. It's cool, the teachers are getting hip man! Movies and now songs.:D I love watching cheena comedies, hell lot of funny burst-out-laughing scenes.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/AloDDa9Bsw/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/AloDDa9Bsw/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-3200846330230397657?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3200846330230397657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=3200846330230397657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3200846330230397657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/3200846330230397657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/05/mm-i-wonder-why-teachers-are-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-1128810947479654109</id><published>2007-05-25T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T08:16:17.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>你好,我的名字是王诗棋.&lt;br /&gt;我的好朋友是廷军和伶俐.:D&lt;br /&gt;今天是上学的最后一天,&lt;br /&gt;所以我感到非常欣慰.:D&lt;br /&gt;可是 S HOE 要离开我们了,&lt;br /&gt;她要随风而去(Gone with the wind),&lt;br /&gt;所以我们感到有些遗憾.):&lt;br /&gt;但是,今天的课外活动非常生动有趣.&lt;br /&gt;虽然,我们互相用水球砸对方,&lt;br /&gt;使对方湿透了,&lt;br /&gt;但我们玩得不亦乐乎,&lt;br /&gt;玩得非常起劲.&lt;br /&gt;明天,还要去碧山集合,&lt;br /&gt;然后再坐车去Nee Soon Camp.&lt;br /&gt;而且,Rasyiqah和Yunshan也不会和我和Sharon一同去NDP训练.&lt;br /&gt;Rasyiqah现在应该在飞机上,&lt;br /&gt;往她度假的目的地去.&lt;br /&gt;她真幸运啊!&lt;br /&gt;而Yunshan生病了.):&lt;br /&gt;虽然她生病了,&lt;br /&gt;今天还是和我们一同玩水,&lt;br /&gt;不生病才怪!&lt;br /&gt;可是医生怀疑她得了益蚊热症!&lt;br /&gt;要保重哦!&lt;br /&gt;因为我感到非常劳累,&lt;br /&gt;所以我没有去物理补习.&lt;br /&gt;不仅如此,我一回到家就睡着了.&lt;br /&gt;所以,没有去看医生,&lt;br /&gt;我希望我的脚踝不会被扭段.):&lt;br /&gt;(That was so random, I just typed my post in chinese, I did it!:D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-1128810947479654109?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1128810947479654109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=1128810947479654109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/1128810947479654109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/1128810947479654109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-7243746169894288820</id><published>2007-05-23T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:08:26.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Sinseh's a healer and my ankle's a Okay.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Vainest:&lt;br /&gt;(If you'll ever see it, that is.)&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I know words of comfort does not help when things are just going from bad to worse. I know saying "Cheer up" and "NDP's just an event" does not help. Anyone can see you're crazy about it, and that you had put alot of effort into achieving what you had. And everything's going down the drain for you. Since you can't control what's going to happen, why don't you just learn to be strong and take things into your stride? I know it's not easy, but just don't get over-depressed over it okay? You're cool, so keep your cool. And I know you're sitting at the edge, waiting for their reply with little hope, but miracles do happen. So the least you can do now is pray and hope. But I guess when truth slaps you in the face, it hurts, alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't fully understand how Vainest feel cos I never went through what he had. And I guess when truth sinks in, you feel the pain of losing something. Let's just hope the grey skies will pass eh? I've went through something similar, on a smaller scale. I've never really wanted to talk to my peers or anyone else about it, cos till today, I still feel a tinge of sore-ness? Well, news leaked before they announced the rank and I happily thought I was going to be ACL. However, when they announced the ranks, it happened so quick, I didn't know how to react. Slowly, it sunk in. Slowly, I realised it was time to accept the truth as it is. And even though they promised they would not transfer people in and out of patrols anymore, they transferred Jessie and Nikkita out of Bougain. The first thoughts that came to my mind? "Empty promises!", "Liars" and "How could they?". We had a group hug and we all cried, cos we've bonded somewhere along the way. Somewhere, I met some really good mates. And I really hated them. Firstly, they transferred me out of Jasmine, and I was really attached to it. I was angry, I thought why not Rasyiqah, why me? I didn't exactly like Bougain. But somehow I've grown attached to it, the mates and all. And life goes on huh? I remembered when we were in sec1, Rasyiqah and I once said in camp, we wanted to get the best camper award, and we wanted to be CLs together. I guess it never happened huh? But thanks for the memories. You'll still be my bestf just like when we were sec1s, in Jasmine. When you told me sorry about my lost, I said I was fine, but I guess I didn't feel so fine. And not to mention, I was pretty sore about not being in colour party too. But life ain't easier for you guys too! Haha, looking back, I should blame myself for not being committed enough huh? In terms of activity yes, but attendance maybe not so. The worst mistake I made? Skipping guides and going to Ecp. It was a hell lot of fun, including a wound on my knee. But everything comes with a consequence huh? I guess that's my biggest and only regret.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sometimes, you just feel like giving up, but you'll live, just hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RlRZxkOqeGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SWpJGo-eCio/s1600-h/24448506438292l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RlRZxkOqeGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SWpJGo-eCio/s320/24448506438292l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067774188772292706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-7243746169894288820?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7243746169894288820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=7243746169894288820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7243746169894288820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7243746169894288820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/05/sinsehs-healer-and-my-ankles-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/RlRZxkOqeGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SWpJGo-eCio/s72-c/24448506438292l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-6627220444107581758</id><published>2007-05-22T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T03:51:00.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gymnastics is really fun, especially jumping on the trampoline. But I sprained my ankle while doing so, and it's swollen and painful. And that sinseh went to crack my bone or whatever.):&lt; Mommy said I can don't go to school tmr, but is it alright to miss photo taking? And there's the Crime Prevention thing after photo taking. How to go?): Oh, here's a reminder for the guides, bring your full guide uniform for photo taking tmr!(: I hope my ankle would heal before Sat, if not, I have no idea how to march, and I don't wish to screw trainings again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-6627220444107581758?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6627220444107581758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=6627220444107581758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6627220444107581758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/6627220444107581758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/05/gymnastics-is-really-fun-especially.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-7664514574531900746</id><published>2007-05-21T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T07:14:24.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY OH MY, I'M ERNIE LUH.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm glad to say, school was pretty fine today.(: Since it rained, we didn't have to go down to the assembly ground.:D And for first period, we had higher cheena. She announced that we're going to be separated into different class &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yes, OMG)&lt;/span&gt;, and that there were holiday assignments &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(uh huh, doubly OMG-ish)&lt;/span&gt;, namely project work from the 2 storybooks we were &lt;u&gt;made&lt;/u&gt; to purchase. We're suppose to write an ending for any short stories and come out with a videoclip with the other story. And we decided, we had enough of acting. So Vic Chew suggested, Wayang, she's so doing it herself man, hahaha.:D Physics and Chemistry amazingly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flew&lt;/span&gt; by. I had another amazing talk with Sarah during recess with another soccer ball flying pass us, is it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dejavu&lt;/span&gt; or what? For once, I feel like saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I love you Mrs Hoe!'&lt;/span&gt; She let us postpone newspaper reading to tomorrow so we could watch Gone With The Wind.:D The movie's really cool, it's about American Civil War. And she said they're coming out with another sequel, but sometimes a suspense would be a better thing, gives you space to create your own ending.:D Mdm Azizan was really hilarious and I paid attention to Social Studies! It's about the case study of Sri Lanka, and it's actually quite cool.:D It's like present history, or so i think. Add maths was alright, Mrs Loy commented that sometimes you feel a greater sense of satisfactory teaching in what we call neighbourhood schools. Hey, we aren't that bad right? Oh wells. I went home with Sarah, and we talked alot as usual. Somehow, we've got alot to talk cos we both live interesting lifes.:D Or rather, we can talk about anything after that parkway/tampines outing.:D Then Jesslyn called me, she wanted to go home with me, but I was at Bedok already, haha.(: But it came to me as a surprise, cos normally she just goes home with Tingke or by herself. I miss my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bestf/sweetheart/asshole&lt;/span&gt;.:D I shall go home with her or Meryl tomorrow.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh, I thought my Sat's NDP training was rather &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;, or in other words, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suay&lt;/span&gt;.:D But somehow, I can just laugh it off. It's like I drank too much water, and I had to fall out to relieve myself. And they thought I was dehydrated and gave me MORE water, so on the way back to HQ, I had to hold my bladder AGAIN. And I got the red thing. And when we reached HQ, Ms Alsagoff was commenting about it. And Rasyiqah was like nudging me, yes, i know, so dumb!(: But, all in all, NDP's fun and cool. I'm just glad I'm in it.:D Even with light blue uniform, I can camoflauge. Either I have good camo skills or Alexus needs to change his specs, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammer, don't be mean. The "live concert" is only for you okay, I'm not singing in front of Perry. And no way are you going to record it. HAHAHA.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,just maybe,&lt;br /&gt;I fell a little for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-7664514574531900746?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7664514574531900746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=7664514574531900746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7664514574531900746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/7664514574531900746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-my-oh-my-im-ernie-luh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-345309397583413687.post-5813337822505016318</id><published>2007-05-21T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T06:23:01.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Ernie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/ernie.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playful and childlike, you are everyone's favorite friend - even if your goofy antics get annoying at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually feeling: Amused - you are very easily entertained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are famous for: Always making people smile. From your silly songs to your wild pranks, you keep things fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you life your life: With ease. Life is only difficult when your friends won't play with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/345309397583413687-5813337822505016318?l=justgiveasmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5813337822505016318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=345309397583413687&amp;postID=5813337822505016318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5813337822505016318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/345309397583413687/posts/default/5813337822505016318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justgiveasmile.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-are-ernie-playful-and-childlike-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08965495807973833163</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cCa41wFd3xk/SMTg7akOQTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/024nTDyOHLI/S220/CIMG0271a.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
