<?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-930625527707979542</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:38:25.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greetings, fellow earthling</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-5429928646984840087</id><published>2009-02-24T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T23:48:35.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let me forewarn you, this is not a cheery post.&lt;br /&gt;well, it isn't even a long post anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for my whole life, it's been not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Not _____ enough.&lt;br /&gt;fill in the blanks with the appropriate words.&lt;br /&gt;good, hardworking, clever, persistent, nice, cool, studious, friendly, loyal, aware.&lt;br /&gt;been there, done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;Pull yourself together.&lt;br /&gt;You'll forever be an underdog loser (in your my own very eyes anyways) your whole life.&lt;br /&gt;Make something out of your shit of a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;Schoolwork&lt;br /&gt;Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not so hard, these 5 things, in addition to eat, sleep, bathe, breathe, pee, poo.&lt;br /&gt;Not that hard is it?&lt;br /&gt;Shannon can't you fucking handle your own life.&lt;br /&gt;Fucking grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Sober up.&lt;br /&gt;stop being a fuck-up.&lt;br /&gt;Suck it up.&lt;br /&gt;Go up&lt;br /&gt;Be on top.&lt;br /&gt;I will win this fucking war called "MY STUPID LIFE"&lt;br /&gt;stop making empty promises to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Print this out &amp;amp; stick it up on your wall but "blanco" out the fwords.&lt;br /&gt;Yes shannon, i mean YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't care anymore lah!!!!!!!!#$W%&amp;amp;^*(%^#(*$^$*&amp;amp;*(&amp;amp;)*+_(&amp;amp;^*%^%W^*(%&amp;amp;$#^ &amp;amp;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-5429928646984840087?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/5429928646984840087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=5429928646984840087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/5429928646984840087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/5429928646984840087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-me-forewarn-you-this-is-not-cheery.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-5321403564662140924</id><published>2009-02-04T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:47:21.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>serveral funny things today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking home, and i desperately needed to pee, and i was like.. a few steps more, a few steps more! GOGOGO! But then the rainfall didn't help to ease the urgency i felt that i needed to pee. Like watching it rain i was like omg. So i closed my eyes and walked across the overhead bridge. Till i walked into the railing on the other end. It was silly. Then i was super urgent, i was running/hopping/walking weirdly home. yes ok. stupid lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i had to call J1s to ask if they were interested in joining band. Two girls could only speak chinese, so i almost asked the girl to join CO man. I asked my mom to translate for me. then the girl started laughing at my chinese. Whatever, man.&lt;br /&gt;GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;Before i called the 2nd girl (name looked chinese so i decided to play it safe) i called wei liang to ask what orchestra was in chinese. And violá! HEY PRESTO, it is..&lt;br /&gt;*drumroll*&lt;br /&gt;Yue Tuan.&lt;br /&gt;It was super funny. She tried talking in english, i tried conversing in mandarin. Really, really, that made me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Then, my stomach ached.&lt;br /&gt;AWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-5321403564662140924?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/5321403564662140924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=5321403564662140924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/5321403564662140924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/5321403564662140924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2009/02/serveral-funny-things-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-3675714307459431740</id><published>2009-01-14T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:06:32.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stomachache.&lt;br /&gt;today i got bored, so i ATTEMPETED knitting.&lt;br /&gt;fucking fucks.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the trouble i'm going through to get a HP dark mark bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.instructables.com/files/deriv/F0F/ML5I/0KFEZBF81PU/F0FML5I0KFEZBF81PU.MEDIUM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px" alt="" src="http://www.instructables.com/files/deriv/F0F/ML5I/0KFEZBF81PU/F0FML5I0KFEZBF81PU.MEDIUM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm on the bloody feckin verge of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;instead of 'soothing' me, quite the contrary, it's giving me fecking high blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;OK. i tried calming down.&lt;br /&gt;The vids are either doing it too damn fast, too confusing, or just too.. euggh. they're all saying the same thing. X thing, then the string between them, then pull out and get something off the needle with all the dang stitches. When i pull it out i get NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;ass lah.&lt;br /&gt;OK. i think i better go do yoga or something.&lt;br /&gt;At first, this was immensly amusing, but now its just.. EUGGH.&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE.&lt;br /&gt;AAGRH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-3675714307459431740?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/3675714307459431740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=3675714307459431740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/3675714307459431740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/3675714307459431740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2009/01/stomachache.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-5703614574644388015</id><published>2009-01-07T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:26:37.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well hello there.</title><content type='html'>after a pretty long absense, i think no one cared though.&lt;br /&gt;and you shouldn't, btw.&lt;br /&gt;my life is BORRRING. really.&lt;br /&gt;This year i must study very hard.&lt;br /&gt;i need a resolution list on my desk pronto.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to post a couple of songs on my playlist, that never fails to make me smile, even though some of them have semi-sad/ depressing bit of lyric, but carry a happy tune, so the irony of that makes me smile, in a weird twisted way, or just that the melody's WAY too catchy for it's own good. Dancing and singing along to them like a maniac is also good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird, i'm getting very into disco songs from the 80s. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go  - Wham! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella - Rhianna (i've been slagging off this one a great deal, but i have to admit, it's good, and the bit where it goes "said i'll always be your friend, took an oath imma stick it out till the end" is so aww-worthy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Dream It's Over - Crowded House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Got The Music In You - The New Radicals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Together - The Turtles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends - The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Comes The Sun - The Beatles (fyi, this was heath ledger's funeral song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Think I Don't Care (But I Do) - Jack McManus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver Lining - Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.I.S.C.O - Ottawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva La Vida - Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California - Phantom Planet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspended From Class - The New Pornographers (this is a bit.. mellow? but really good too, really catchy, and the bit that goes "i should be suspended from class, i don't know my elbow from my arse" gets me everytime)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels Like I'm In Love - Kelly Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take On Me - A-ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Ya Think I'm Sexy - Rod Stewart (this is just really really funny. see, the reason you laugh, is precisely because i bet NO ONE, i mean NO ONE thinks he's sexy. good melody though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) - Dead or Alive (from the word record, you know it's old.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't It Be Nice - The Beach Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot 'N' Cold - Katy Pery (yeah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Place In My Heart - David Jordan (this guy looks like a cross between Michael Jackson and.. i dunno, some other weirdo, no offence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-these just remind me of when i was younger. most of them are just for laughs. i sound old. WOW.-&lt;br /&gt;Pokemon theme song  (i scream and jump along to this one. When no one's watching, that is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Blue (Da Ba Dee) - Eiffel 65 (HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbie Girl - Aqua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Jones - Aqua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calcutta - Dr. Bombay (this one weirds me out in a funny way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouble - Shampoo (GOGO POWER RANGERS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Macarena - Los Del Rio (LMAO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mambo No. 5 -  Lou Bega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex Bomb - Tom Jones (ROFLCOPTER)&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and if anyone had the 'If you are what you say you are, a superstar" in their heads, from the Victoria Secrets ad (me too) it's by Lupe Fiasco. That dude is awesome.. "Kick Push" and "The Instrumental" was TEH SHIZ. word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... why am i talking like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time i'm posting about songs that get me high and that i like playing air guitar to/really mellow stuff that's awesome for thinking and introspecting.&lt;br /&gt;either that or very weird/funny youtube videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was not a blog entry. Just a list of funny/awesome songs. Yeah. List isn't complete, but i'm not bothering to complete it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-5703614574644388015?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/5703614574644388015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=5703614574644388015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/5703614574644388015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/5703614574644388015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-hello-there.html' title='well hello there.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-6253648259196749655</id><published>2008-12-25T15:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:59:42.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>holy shit.&lt;br /&gt;er. wait, let me rephrase that.&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now on to the subject proper.&lt;br /&gt;holy shit man.&lt;br /&gt;i just had an UBER weird dream.&lt;br /&gt;Ok. so the ABRSM piano exam was in like a HUGE recital hall.&lt;br /&gt;And i was about to have my exam next.&lt;br /&gt;BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;Then, my mind blanked out.&lt;br /&gt;SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, i went up on stage, then i forgot to tell them my exam piece, so just like improvised some weird stuff. But it sounded ok, twasn't THAT bad. But it was sorta weird, and VERY embarrassing. After i did the exam piece, there was nervous clapping, and some laughter from the crowd. Then i forgot what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i got very embarrassed (DUH) and then ran off to find my friend, which just started ROFL-ing. Then after awhile, the announcer, who was suppossed to be some famous dude, got me (apparently cause i was most memorable?!) and some randomer to go up on stage to do miming to his poem/song (i forgot) and then idk, but it rhymed. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my pants frayed and got caught up in stage, which had a few bits of chipped wood, so they got stuck. And after thats i went around stage and tried to get those bits of frayed jeans out. (yes, i know jeans don't fray in that way in RL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the guy said, that i just released an album with a firend? Then made us sing (wtf) then my voice went hoarse cause i had a sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to give up that dream of being a famous guitarist =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird dream eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, HOHOHO, merry christmas. (and a happy new year) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fam sucks. so many empty promises. this is on of the worst christmas' ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-6253648259196749655?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/6253648259196749655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=6253648259196749655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/6253648259196749655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/6253648259196749655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/12/holy-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-5905821007577373187</id><published>2008-12-14T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:37:59.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as of late, my com has been immensely screwy.&lt;br /&gt;Can't go on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt; cause of some bloody error that won't fix, and i can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;login&lt;/span&gt; to so many sites because of "security issues" (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;laptop's&lt;/span&gt; BS is acting up again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've so far, been holed up at home, and with the immense boredom, i have taken to fancy "The Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nonya&lt;/span&gt;". Now, don't slag me off for this! It is really interesting, learning about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;peranakan&lt;/span&gt; culture (maybe more interesting than the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;peranakan&lt;/span&gt; museum even.. (DUH)) I wonder if real life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;peranakan&lt;/span&gt; culture is that cruel (as like in the show) because i remember when going to Malacca (root of all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;peranakan&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt;, i think) we went to some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shophouse&lt;/span&gt; museums and they kinda freaked me out. Servants had their own sleeping rooms, had to prepare elaborate feasts, were always inferior, etc. I just thought for a second, then brushed it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what if it was still the era of the 1930s? Well, alike that anyway.. What if i was a servant? Would i be constantly chastised, scolded etc? And if i was some master, hope i wouldn't be some evil ass shit then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, when i get bored in front of the telly, whilst watching, i sometimes mute the sound, and make my own stupid sound effects so that it makes it funnier, or something, or when there's a baddie. Like making fart sounds, doing synopsis-es in weird voices etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tbh&lt;/span&gt; the show is kinda preposterous. Like the same woman acting as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Juxiang&lt;/span&gt;, and um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;YueNiang&lt;/span&gt; and her mom?! I mean that is really laughable, but oh well. I wish there were more complex characters, not simply just the good is good, bad is bad, etc. I think the woman who's that Pierre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Png's&lt;/span&gt; wife is an interesting character than could be expanded a lot more in terms of her emotions, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;POV&lt;/span&gt;, etc. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm rambling on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the help (auntie) left to visit her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; for 3 weeks. I'm mostly in charge of the house and dog and bro when dad and mom are working now. It's tough work. I think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; becoming an OK cook. The other day i made french onion soup, and chocolate mousse and scones. I'm thinking of making ratatouille soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hah&lt;/span&gt;. Hope i don't make too much of a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i sound like a really shit old, senile person, man. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. When going to get clothes today (mom had 40% off at esprit) and getting jeans, i was commenting on how the jeans i was trying was sticking to my legs (hate that) so i mused out loud and said "wow i feel like a fat chicken wrapped in cling foil", then thought it was funny, and laughed. Then i think i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;musta&lt;/span&gt; freaked the people outside, waiting for the changing rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I picked up a wallet the other day, with a man's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;IC&lt;/span&gt; and credit cards. His plight was really pitiful. He got pushed down from the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; to 1st floor of the bus by accident(apparently someone stood up and was pushing his way, and made the old man fall)An ambulance came to get him (it was serious) Then, he got pick pocketed of his wallet. He said there was money, but it's lost now, but was still so grateful to me for getting it back for him.. I thought it was nice. But his plight... I was almost shy to accept the chocolates from him, but he said i must. Luckily his wallet contained HP numbers.  If not...&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. what evil people there are now......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... Don't parents have the natural knack to get on your nerves sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;Just a general comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. My life is really boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-5905821007577373187?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/5905821007577373187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=5905821007577373187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/5905821007577373187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/5905821007577373187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-of-late-my-com-has-been-immensely.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-917936410389724744</id><published>2008-11-29T21:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:18:39.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Greetings to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHASSUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class chalet was pretty cool. Only wish more of the class was there! But i really got to know ling ling, melissa, pamela and tasvita better, they really are cool people! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, sorry carin and lesley, that i couldn't make it to your parties. I really was intending to go! I even brought my guitar to play happy birthday and made cards:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if i you only learn one thing from this post, learn this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ALOHA LOYANG SUCKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first day, we had steamboat. Cleaned up the chalet, by flooding it with water. Euggh. The immense level of dirt inside was absolutely dreadful. I shrudder at the thought... YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;The steamboat was good though! After that, we went to Changi Airport so liling could take pictures with mickey and just to go out for a bit. I still maintain my stand - terminal 3 SUCKS. It's so empty. The first time i was there, i thought it was a budget terminal tbh. Then, Agnes, I and melissa's clique went to get drinks, and headed out to the waterfront, and sat and talked, then went to mcdonalds till about 4. We then went back to the chalet, then the others woke up, and started playing polar bear, and uno. In uno, it was like stella and i had colour curses or something. ALL ( i mean all) my cards were blue, and stella had no blue. So funny. We kept sabotaging each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day, i contracted some weird form of a stomach upset, which still continues to today. crikey. We watched 'Wild Child' which was pretty cool. It was fun seeing emma roberts playing a bitch. HAHA. Then it was the bbq. I tried (and failed) to start the fire, but to no avail, even with so many firebombs or whatever you call that. Stella was the saviour of the day - with only just one firebomb(?) and loads of skill, the fire got started. The class parked ourselves around the fire, but mainly for the otah, the hotdogs, crabsticks, prawns, and the chicken wings (which were awesome!) At night, i played cards with lihuan, fiona, and xingying. We were originally intending to not sleep, but we caved at about 4am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, we pack our backs, checked out, and i went home and slept for a whole day. When i got up, my stomach killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i've been doing really weird things these few days, playing the air guitar in my living room and jumping around like a nut, then sweating up a storm. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future options for class outings that we discussed:&lt;br /&gt;Ms heng's house somewhere this year, or early jan (might happen)&lt;br /&gt;Some resort in sentosa - we have the beach, cycling, loads of activities, and pubs (prob in jan in 2010, when everyone is of age :/) NOT ALOHA LOYANG&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Costa Sands ok now for photos, which were koped from melissa's facebook :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v797/195/42/855660575/n855660575_4927478_7338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 604px" alt="" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v797/195/42/855660575/n855660575_4927478_7338.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v797/195/42/855660575/n855660575_4927501_3762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 453px" alt="" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v797/195/42/855660575/n855660575_4927501_3762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v797/195/42/855660575/n855660575_4927503_4365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 453px" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v797/195/42/855660575/n855660575_4927503_4365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v797/195/42/855660575/n855660575_4927512_7114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 453px" alt="" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v797/195/42/855660575/n855660575_4927512_7114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v797/195/42/855660575/n855660575_4927513_7435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 453px" alt="" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v797/195/42/855660575/n855660575_4927513_7435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my head looks like it's about to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v797/195/42/855660575/n855660575_4927514_7754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 453px" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v797/195/42/855660575/n855660575_4927514_7754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf? why am i leaning forward!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v797/195/42/855660575/n855660575_4927507_5574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 453px" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v797/195/42/855660575/n855660575_4927507_5574.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agnes is mad white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v797/195/42/855660575/n855660575_4927522_316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 453px" alt="" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v797/195/42/855660575/n855660575_4927522_316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, neoprints. It felt like secondary school for a mo again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v797/195/42/855660575/n855660575_4927523_648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 453px" alt="" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v797/195/42/855660575/n855660575_4927523_648.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so colourful O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i was like the chief bottle opener or something, for the chalet. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i think i have small eyes, and when i smile, my right eye goes smaller. :( lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-917936410389724744?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/917936410389724744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=917936410389724744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/917936410389724744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/917936410389724744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/11/greetings-to-all-whassup-class-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-1092314504037700828</id><published>2008-11-20T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:39:21.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you what?</title><content type='html'>today,&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I sold out to THE MAN.&lt;br /&gt;The man controlling MTV.&lt;br /&gt;The man controlling the stock markets.&lt;br /&gt;The man who ruined individuality, but selling mass produced, china made products.&lt;br /&gt;The man who made trends who would be followed blindly by tons of senseless, no brained teens, and fashion victims.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;I bought a crumpler.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help it!&lt;br /&gt;My mom offered...&lt;br /&gt;Agrh.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, *breathe*. It's nice.&lt;br /&gt;But FLASHY.&lt;br /&gt;Coolio.&lt;br /&gt;At least i didn't get some common as shit colour.&lt;br /&gt;HOLEY MOLEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einstein looks SUPER CUTE when i strap the crumpler on him, and he runs about at home..&lt;br /&gt;Oh he's so cute :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I'm full.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch - Japanese buffet.&lt;br /&gt;*touches belly*&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i'm growing fat.&lt;br /&gt;BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get weird dreams nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day, i was presenting a new scientific theory, which was about how the universe started out, and was FINALLY a really really good Grand Unified Theory! Then i got a nobel prize for physics, and a standing ovation... and some stuff about church, which i won't elaborate here.&lt;br /&gt;And the other day, i dreamt i got chased around a hawker centre by a cat, then i threw a potato sack over it, and it transformed into a mutant cat, and then i got so pissed at my parents etc, it was a bit like eagle eye. The cat followed me everywhere. *shrudder*&lt;br /&gt;And i almost died once in another dream, but got woken up in time. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Megan, i penta-tagged you to do the quiz, so you have to do it five times.&lt;br /&gt;Only kidding! Ok, go do it lah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-1092314504037700828?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/1092314504037700828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=1092314504037700828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/1092314504037700828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/1092314504037700828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-what.html' title='you what?'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-2047004810243695234</id><published>2008-11-12T16:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:41:28.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ</title><content type='html'>Tagging: Megan, Megan, Megan, Megan, Steve&lt;br /&gt;Tagged By: Melissa Anne Siew Lin Dorai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't? This question's retarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a boy younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;Ew. A few days difference is ok. But not the Demi Moore-Ashton Kutcher kind. Not even a year. NONONO. Yucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you enjoy going to school?&lt;br /&gt;most of the time. I can act like a nutcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Get a big house.&lt;br /&gt;Get a room with a killer sound system, and awesome screen and a killer movie projector, and get movies i've always wanted to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Build a huge music room, with tons and tons of instruments. (musical, for all you pervs.)&lt;br /&gt;Get gifts for friends, who've always wanted something, but never had the money. (only if it's reasonable. I'm capping it at 8k per person)&lt;br /&gt;do everything i've ever wanted to do with a billion dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Save the rest. But not in minibonds. NEVER in minibonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;em. loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Ideal boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Has a brain&lt;br /&gt;Funny&lt;br /&gt;Not some leech&lt;br /&gt;Taller than me, or at least my height.&lt;br /&gt;Not overly buff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Try to forget about it. It's wrong, and i don't want anyone to do it to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. List five favourite TV shows.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i used to be obsessed with the following at some points of my life. None now though, cause i really can't watch too much tv.&lt;br /&gt;Smallville&lt;br /&gt;The O.C.&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;Miami Ink&lt;br /&gt;Globetrekker (lol embarrassing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have any regrets?&lt;br /&gt;Loads. But you live a little. Trying to give everything a shot so i don't regret too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;Probably finishing my med studies. Either that, or being a historian/musician/film director, amongst many other aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;John Nash&lt;br /&gt;The Cambridge marker for my A level papers next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person that tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Um cool, likes good music. Lives life. Funny. Laughs A LOT. Cool. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;Money makes the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;Can't really shorten it down but it's between&lt;br /&gt;Orange&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;Blue =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;It depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;please specify. Which one has what?&lt;br /&gt;The one i feel more comfortable with, obviously, or would live happier with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Does forever exist?&lt;br /&gt;I guess it does, sometimes physically, or mentally, for famous people, and landmarks, etc. God is believed to be eternal, and the thought of there being a God has been there since eons ago. Mozart's music lives on, now way past his death, and the eiffel tower has been standing for many years now.&lt;br /&gt;But, you know, forever exists in the sense that change will be forever. Changing of global climate, of appearance, of wealth, etc. Like how 5 billion years down the road, if the ozone layer stays, and we don't all die before that, the universe will become nothing again, like how it began as nothing billions and billions of years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Name three things you would like to do but would never be able to:&lt;br /&gt;Master the guitar&lt;br /&gt;Write a book&lt;br /&gt;Compose music that actually sounds good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. BK Vs LJS. Who's the winner?&lt;br /&gt;BK? LJS?&lt;br /&gt;Um if i think i know what you're saying&lt;br /&gt;Burger King. Can't help but love the whopper. Now that's ace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you tried on a pair of shoes, and they fit, and they were the only pair left, but someone magically came to steal them from you on a flying lawnmower... What would you exclaim?&lt;br /&gt;"Póg mo thóin, yer feckin eejit!" Then, I'd take a gun and shoot the flying lawnmower down too, if i really love the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, i'd be ok with it, because that'd be a dream. I've long got over the phase where i thought Harry Potter was real, and even contemplated going to Scotland to demand a place in Hogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Boys or Girls?&lt;br /&gt;Huh? What? You mean do i like boys or girls? Or am i a boy or girl? What?&lt;br /&gt;I like girls as friends. I like guys as friends too, and sometimes more than friends too, for guys. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you consider yourself a morally upright person?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so. Sometimes i get infuriated when people do things they shouldn't, but sometimes i do it too, whether due to peer pressure, or me just not realising it's wrong. It's part of human nature, and i guess i'm just a normal person, who does good but bad too. I don't know what i mean, but i hope you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who would you want to meet on the red carpet and why?&lt;br /&gt;Osama Bin Laden, at the premiere of "Where in the world is Osama Bin Laden". Then i take out my gun, shoot him, and get famous and rich. MUAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;Male:&lt;br /&gt;Adam Broody&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;Jude Law&lt;br /&gt;Shia Lebeouf&lt;br /&gt;Heath Ledger (unfortunately this will never be)&lt;br /&gt;Jake Gyllenhaal&lt;br /&gt;Zac Efron&lt;br /&gt;Lucas Gabreel&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Radcliffe&lt;br /&gt;Michael Cera :D&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female:&lt;br /&gt;Ellen Paige&lt;br /&gt;Agyness Deyn&lt;br /&gt;Emily Osment&lt;br /&gt;Emma Watson&lt;br /&gt;Megan Fox (currently, the closest i have got to this is knowing Megan's fox, which is hanging off Megan Lee's pencilcase. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Would you have sex with a random stranger?&lt;br /&gt;most likely not? Well not willingly anyway. Like i could get really drunk or something, but.. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;Pot. yeah. In your dreams. I've been to a cold climate, and blown out of a tube with fog coming out, so yes, i probably have. No, i haven't had anything to do with tobacco, except maybe secondhand smoke, so yeah. i've no money. Probably wouldn't even if i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Ever felt like killing yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Loads of times. Then i realise i'll be nowhere and nothing, literally. So i don't.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, i haven't hit that point of complete despair either. When i do, i'll  let you know though. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-2047004810243695234?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/2047004810243695234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=2047004810243695234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/2047004810243695234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/2047004810243695234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-got-bored.html' title='QUIZ'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-6640601394664858916</id><published>2008-11-09T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:26:45.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life. revolving around the telly</title><content type='html'>so, greetings people. i'm back from my recent trip to nowhere-dom.&lt;br /&gt;i hope the new font sizes and fonts themselves are to your liking.&lt;br /&gt;They are? Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;They're not? TOO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mind's been crazily been dreaming of scrambling words up and finding other words i can make with those letters, due to an overuse of something called facebook. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, i was watching the Europe Music Awards on MTV, which i usually don't, not only because it's not usually showing, but mostly due to my utter boredom. It was really cool, especially the killers performing their new single, human.&lt;br /&gt;Halfway through, theres the word's human flashing on those screens, but due to brandon being in the middle of that rubix cube-like structure, M was cut away, and it said "HU AN" and i weirdly thought of Lihuan (sorry if this weirds you out!)&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, it was a great performance. I remember 4, 5 years back when i was OBSESSED with the killers, and the bravery, but more of the bravery. On hindsight, now i think the killers are better, because their quality of their albums have been somewhat more consistent than of the bravery's. No doubt, 2nd album of the killers takes some time to adjust to, but compared to the bravery's "the sun and moon", i know it's a "shift in musical direction" and whatev. But damn, imo that shift SUCKS. (no offence)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, please enjoy the Killers' Human. Halfway through watching it on MTV, i started jumping up and down my couch, and around my living room, and even using the standing lamp as a mic, being a huge fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9A_anui-6x4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9A_anui-6x4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i saw the trailer for "Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist", and i thought it was pretty awesome. Which trailers are suppossed to look like anyway. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But i really like movies with rock music-romance-comedy as genres. It looks really funny and awesome. take a look below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQxJKKfDRRk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQxJKKfDRRk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing the trailer, i thought of school of rock.&lt;br /&gt;You know, you always have one of those movies that inspire you to do whatever you do? That was IT for me. I remember watching it in Sec 1 because it was compulsory. I remember throughout the entire movie, my eyes were glued to the screen. It was.. just immensely amazing, and an awe inspiring movie for me. I loved it so much, that i borrowed it from Jeslyn to watch OVER, and OVER and OVER again. I remember in sec 2, when i wanted to be a rockstar, and i did really weird things with my clothes. (pardon me, this might be a bad visual) I wore like a white long sleeved shirt, and a man u jersey over that, and a tie. Yes, weird, i know. It doesn't end there though. I'd jump around the house too, playing the air guitar like a &lt;s&gt;rockstar&lt;/s&gt; freak. This was THE movie that first made me interested in rock music, that first made me want to learn the guitar. It was just.. BAM. And till this day, i think that has been one of the most inspiring movies i've ever watched. (not touching. inspiring) It may be a bad movie or whatev, but imo, my love for rock music started there. It fueled my desire to learn the guitar, it got be pissed at radio stations. It made me who i am today, i'd say. Well maybe i'd still learn the guitar, albeit much later, or maybe i wouldn't. I just wouldn't be who i am today without that movie.&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious.(ly weirding you out, aren't i? :P)&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, i'm really not sure what the whole point of that post was, other than to tell you about my music inspiration, which is probably kinda lame, but i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;I usually have cool things to say, then get lazy to type it up, because, well, i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA, so yes, you've heard it from me, i'm lazy. WOW, like that was a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, carin, if you're reading this, HSM3's only screening till THIS WEDNESDAY. so.. YAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i suddenly pictured myself as a movie director, or song composer for movie soundtracks. Like bigshot ones. Call me crazy, or whatever, but i thought it was awesome. And cool. Yeah, i'm cool enough to be a director, defo! Like real. Shannon, stop dreaming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-6640601394664858916?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/6640601394664858916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=6640601394664858916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/6640601394664858916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/6640601394664858916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-revolving-around-telly.html' title='life. revolving around the telly'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-3441807873767995082</id><published>2008-10-26T01:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:15:08.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zack and Miri Make a Porno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was SO funny. the trailer, i mean. it looks weird though. take it with a pinch of salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tPBoPOwB2fQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tPBoPOwB2fQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roflcopter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, nights in rodanthe sucks. don't waste your money. it was so immensely boring and slow moving, that i yawned like 3 trillion times in that movie. Ok, if you have nothing to do with your money, then go watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-3441807873767995082?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/3441807873767995082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=3441807873767995082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/3441807873767995082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/3441807873767995082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/10/zack-and-miri-make-porno-it-was-so.html' title='Zack and Miri Make a Porno'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-6970040227668659501</id><published>2008-10-26T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:18:57.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEEELLO</title><content type='html'>well, a thousand apologies for not posting any earlier. Not that anyone pretty much cares anymore. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have just been immense. Twas a rollercoaster of emotions, from ups to downs, peaks, then huge dips. Sorta like the CRAAAAZY stock markets of late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a PIG. A huge part of this week has been wasted away sleeping. Right after going home, i sleep. Before dinner, i sleep (on occassion) then don't wake up till the next morning. Tis sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday and wednesday was some good craic. Twas DOPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everyone and anyone that knows me, PLEAE DON'T rub it in that i've not watched HSM3, ok? It's bad enough to see posters, books, advertisements every 20 meters or so. Please, DON'T make it even more unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, does anyone want to watch these following movies with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madagascar 2&lt;br /&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button&lt;br /&gt;Bottle Shock&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 random facts you should know, because i really have nothing else better to do.&lt;br /&gt;1. i say 'shit' in general, more than 50x a day&lt;br /&gt;2. i say shit in a weird way; like "shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit"&lt;br /&gt;3. my acoustic guitar's majorly banjaxed.&lt;br /&gt;4. i sleep a lot&lt;br /&gt;5. i play the guitar, and i like it&lt;br /&gt;6. i want to make me a hoodie!&lt;br /&gt;7. i'm bored VERY often&lt;br /&gt;8. i have random outbursts, and i space out a lot.&lt;br /&gt;9. i wish i was a nicer, friendlier, less bitchy, more likable person&lt;br /&gt;10. Mike Rosoft is cool&lt;br /&gt;11. i wish i was a crazily fit person that OWNED at hockey (sadly, i fulfil neither.)&lt;br /&gt;12. i believe in harvey dent as well.&lt;br /&gt;13. i love the number 13. Lucky or unlucky. I say the former.&lt;br /&gt;14. i ramble quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;15. sometimes i talk just to make sounds.&lt;br /&gt;16. i love my iTunes, though sometimes i do wish my library would expand exponentially, daily, with awesome music, and my harddrive would just be like the universe. expanding in memory size to accomodate the growing music list&lt;br /&gt;17. Macbooks to become cheaper&lt;br /&gt;18. I want to be a musician. But that's pretty impossible, so i'll be a surgeon/doctor/historian/mathematician/economist/accountant(just for the bling and kaching)/philosopher/botanist/dog breeder/wine maker with kickass vineyards/psycologist/product designer/lawyer/Research specialist who maps out the human DNA features and finds cures to seemingly incurable diseases/forensic scientist (though i doubt i could live with seeing so many dead bodies)/graphic designer/producer (in music)/director/ecologist.. and some more. See my difficulty now?&lt;br /&gt;19. i wish i had a summer job as a bartender/barista/bookstore assistant (so i can read the books)/cd store assistant (though given current 'popular' music, i'd probably die of aural infection or something. Damned 50cent, one dollar, lollipop, Jay-Z, and all that crap)&lt;br /&gt;20. i wish i was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post pictures when i get them. Ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-6970040227668659501?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/6970040227668659501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=6970040227668659501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/6970040227668659501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/6970040227668659501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-thousand-apologies-for-not-posting.html' title='HEEELLO'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-210514133287136583</id><published>2008-10-12T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:19:24.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my parents are cool.</title><content type='html'>i'm glad i have parents like mine. They didn't scold me when i told them i failed econs. They said work harder. But they keep comparing to other people, and friends, which kinda demoralises you. But they said that if i had to retain, then that can't be helped. I already studied hard before promos. And they'd rather me "waste" a year now than do A levels next year if i don't think i can do it, and fail it. And it's my decision to make. I'm glad i got stuck with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;They're good people. Most of the time. Unless they yell at me to get off the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Yi pinches her cheeks and says shes fat, or getting fatter.&lt;br /&gt;I pinch my cheecks and think.. "i don't even want to think about it.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agrh. Everyone around me, and i mean everyone, is skinny. WHY. shannon you glutton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i watched "Eagle Eye"  with the parents. I loved all the SFX (NOT SEX) cause it was all so awesome. The ripping and hitting and crashing and dropping everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Overreliance on technology much?&lt;br /&gt;Way too futuristic&lt;br /&gt;A computer which is smarter than humans?&lt;br /&gt;It looks pretty gross too.&lt;br /&gt;It looks like giant yellow discoball that just came out of the 80s, from some Madonna video or something.&lt;br /&gt;It was a bit too well synched?&lt;br /&gt;But it's only a movie. AND THE SFX. WOW, the SFX. crash BOOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My maid asked me the other day if i wanted 'friend rice' - then i was like laughing like an idiot, cause she meant fried rice. But then i thought about it. If only i could eat them up and have them with me at all times. And thought that was a pretty cool thought. But then realised that they have no freedom and they'll be digested by HCl in the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;But it's a pretty cool thought to have your friends with u always, no?&lt;br /&gt;ok, not always. ew.&lt;br /&gt;And that's what technology is for. Technology needs some real emotion, not some shit emoticons. I wish videocalls were free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon. You better study. You don't disappoint your parents again. You better get good grades and make them proud. (And be rich)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life still sucks. I'm trying to find ways to save money and stop giving so much money to the damn PUB. I wish i had solar panels outside my window.. So that i can turn on the AC whenever i want and solar energy will drive power for the computer and AC...... man, technology.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-210514133287136583?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/210514133287136583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=210514133287136583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/210514133287136583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/210514133287136583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-glad-i-have-parents-like-mine.html' title='my parents are cool.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-5974607416372953189</id><published>2008-10-11T03:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:19:43.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today was hard</title><content type='html'>i'm not sure if i'm being weird here, but jiayi suggested i 'play hard' to be less stressed and all, and don't blame me for being weird here, but this chord progression, really made me smile, and i had to talk about it. it's just really really good! (from 'the blower's daughter' by damien rice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Aadd9 Badd11 Aadd9 E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;---0----------0----------0-----------0----------0--------&lt;br /&gt;---0----------0----------0-----------0----------0--------&lt;br /&gt;---1----------6----------8-----------6----------1--------&lt;br /&gt;---2----------7----------9-----------7----------2--------&lt;br /&gt;---2----------7----------9-----------7----------2--------&lt;br /&gt;---0----------5----------7-----------5----------0--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really easy, but sounds damn cool&lt;br /&gt;i think i love the Aadd9 and Badd11 chords. wowzers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-5974607416372953189?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/5974607416372953189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=5974607416372953189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/5974607416372953189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/5974607416372953189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-not-sure-if-im-being-weird-here-but.html' title='today was hard'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-6949587276589718036</id><published>2008-10-11T01:18:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:20:05.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life</title><content type='html'>today sucked quite a bit. school, promotionals, life, everything.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks you guys for arranging today. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/jy6668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/jy6668.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks rin, for the heart, and lol that u saw me crying in the concourse when u weren't even there.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/jy6675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/jy6675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/jy6680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/jy6680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/jy6684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/jy6684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/jy6690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/jy6690.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/jy6692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/jy6692.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my face is SO chubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/Image396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/Image396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bent down.&lt;br /&gt;serene.is.high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serene:OMG did you watch F1? I've converted so many people!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Were u upset about the kimi thing?&lt;br /&gt;Serene: KIMI RAIKONNEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;*everyone turns to look*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Still crazily obsessed over him huh? Your email so gives it away...&lt;br /&gt;Serene: When stupid Alonso overtook during the 7th round i was SO pissed. Bloody pit stop! It was so unfair to Ferrari! Then i turned off the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, apparently, my command of the english language has got worse. SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks you guys for arranging today. it made me feel better and special, and i dunno.. that you cared... so thanks...&lt;br /&gt;on another note, serene, yuqi, and everyone else said i look thinner now, so that's good. that made me smile. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all those who i've been offloading all my problems to these few days, thank you for listening. really. it means a lot to me that at least someone hears me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. today i had a lot of people patting my head?! and giving me headwhacks. I miss those headwhacks in secondary school. Stupid, but fun. And a poignant memory of secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;Serene's headwhacks hurt. A lot. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Wow, i sound like some really violent person. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;Physical hurt is better than emotional hurt.&lt;br /&gt;And in this case, WAY more fun and silly too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for today.&lt;br /&gt;the later half of it, at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-6949587276589718036?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/6949587276589718036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=6949587276589718036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/6949587276589718036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/6949587276589718036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-sucked-quite-bit.html' title='life'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-7119996888074211793</id><published>2008-10-09T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:20:23.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just life.</title><content type='html'>today was both horrible and good at the same time&lt;br /&gt;loads of screw ups. namely in OP and band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good:&lt;br /&gt;it's a load off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;joking and messing around with noella is kinda fun, so thanks guys. (:&lt;br /&gt;i remember the start of the year.. i couldn't talk to any of you guys. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I was scared of LiLing, and thought Noella was fierce and Sam was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But messing around, listening to sam crap, and eye rolling (sometimes) with noella just makes me laugh. I never knew i would be a convert, and never did i expect myself to be so sentimental (ok a bit) but pw really changes your opinions of people. You go in the group never expecting group dynamics, but in the end you do end up with it. BUT I DONT LIKE PW. TOTALLY BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;In miss chew's words, she was "the suay guinea pig batch to test PW"&lt;br /&gt;Sure, our group isn't the most hardworking, or the most well prepared. And we slack like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;It's really screwed up. But it's not screwed up in the screwed up way, most of the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OP. damn you.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes, friends act like they care out of guilt or anything.&lt;br /&gt;You know what? people always leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to forgive and forget so easily. but for the sake of being a better person, i will attempt to suck up my pride and go on. and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life still sucks. Sometimes you have a happy stuff, then things and people come along and ruin your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i stupid? Why can i never answer the questions relavently? Why do i always fail? Why am i always so careless? WHY. Why is life so shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks jia yi, thanks wei en. (:&lt;br /&gt;P.S. stop acting nice to me. please. (not the two of u mentioned above)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-7119996888074211793?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/7119996888074211793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=7119996888074211793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/7119996888074211793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/7119996888074211793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-was-both-horrible-and-good-at.html' title='it&apos;s just life.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-6664618834728554789</id><published>2008-10-08T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:28:41.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>how does it feel like when you're drowning?&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though i'm drowining into an endless pit. One that has no end. Well, sometimes it gets better though. I'm not sure if it's PMS or anything, though i doubt so.&lt;br /&gt;How'd you feel when you're like drowning, and no one gives a shit?&lt;br /&gt;No one cares anymore.&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel when you're just sad, and your friends always pang seh you?&lt;br /&gt;How'd you feel?&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel when you're drowning and no one gives a damn?&lt;br /&gt;How would it feel when they give a damn when someone else is also going through a hard time, and they don't give a shit about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends.&lt;br /&gt;(except most of you can't drink at this age and i can't buy alcoholic produce legally.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i'm not the cheery me now. Life sucks. This whole economic crisis, everythings getting more expensive and everything is just taking a huge toll on me. Doesn't life depress you?&lt;br /&gt;Man, why can't i practice what i 'preach', i.e. don't be sad in life BLA BLA BLA. Gosh. damn it all.&lt;br /&gt;NO. My parents DID NOT lose their jobs. *touchwood.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-6664618834728554789?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/6664618834728554789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=6664618834728554789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/6664618834728554789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/6664618834728554789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-does-it-feel-like-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-7215910362758045405</id><published>2008-10-06T16:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T18:07:06.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel like a horrible person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel horrible too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres this nagging feeling inside me, telling me i'm going to have a meltdown soon. I hope not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workload is hecka large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to do anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, things others you have to work with or are around just hurt you with their actions. Human interaction, and response confuses me greatly. If ever i feel hurt or whatev, i'll just act all cheery again, and shrug it off. I guess you just build imaginary barriers and boundaries around oneself. I know how a mime feels now. Really.&lt;br /&gt;(BUT I WON'T GO BE A MIME.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i just turned on youtube to watch the freehugs video. It just made me cry and smile at the same time. humans are such complex creatures. A little pat on the back, or a little hug all helps.. humans are pretty cool.)&lt;br /&gt;-wow, i sounded like an alien commenting on the human race there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when you stand back and just observe, do you really see what is happening around you. Diversification is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i was a fish, free as could be. The only worries; food, shelter and survival.&lt;br /&gt;Swimming in the ocean, with not a care in the world. When i jump into a swimming pool, i just feel.. free. I feel alive. I feel liberated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i had a journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a real journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not livejournal, not microsoft word, a journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, i have one. Cynthia gave one to me. Gonna go write now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel almost.. poetic and lyrical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nevermind, after i'm done with PW and band work, i'll go learn drums. I borrowed a drumming instructional DVD from the esplanade library. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon, you fucking procrastinator. You should just kill yourself to make the world a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there was a talk on abstinence, from sex. What if someone choses to abstain, but never gets married? Anyway, we're all not really virgins now anyway. (maybe primary school kids are) Life screws us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon, you self-centred, assholic idiot. Stop your bullshit. You aren't being fair and seeing things from other's prospectives. All you do is whine whine whine. About yourself and your problems and your screw ups. Stop all this negativity. Channel your negative energy into positive energy, and let the positive energy flow to your chakras. (i just laughed at that. Yoga freaks me out a bit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone is self-centered. Fulfilment of one's wants no matter what the cost. Everyone has a basic want to fulfil one's desires. Only then, do they (if they do) care about others. It was proven in a study that if you engaged in conversation with another, they would be most interested and attentive if you were talking about them, or things they liked. I tried it out before just to see if the results were accurate. They were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm not being cryptic here, i'm just talking about the human race, as a whole. Not targeted at any one person, so don't go paranoid if you think i'm talking about you. I AM NOT. i am just making a general observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, little things depress me.&lt;br /&gt;Like how nobody cares about saving the earth. Just take a look in the girl's toilet. When peeing, the amount of tissuepaper they take.. it's wasteful, and it's killing trees. It's not like they need so much anyway. It's like they're taking in oxygen. Take and take and take.&lt;br /&gt;Cutting down of trees, burning down forests, turning on the A/C to such low temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;When showering, take such long showers, and don't turn off the showerhead when soaping.&lt;br /&gt;How many of us can say we have conciously made an effort to save the earth?&lt;br /&gt;Its like nobody gives a shit about the earth anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You can ignore me if you want, i won't go be the environment police or something even if you waste.&lt;br /&gt;No it's not about the bills.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, fine it is A BIT. but the main issue is still environmental conservation and preservation. Do we want all that we contribute to this earth to be just carbon emissions?&lt;br /&gt;Bloody PUB. Inflation has gone up to such a high, and with the financial crisis just around the corner, or here already..&lt;br /&gt;PUB is a natural monopoly. It's suppossed to be regulated by the government to check that it's not fucking it's citizens up. What government checks, what pareto effeciency. You're suppossed to help us out here, now you're just adding on to the burden. YOU'RE A FUCKING NATURAL MONOPOLY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. You're state checked to make sure you're not going to make supernormal profits by exploiting consumers, and their welfare. I'm sure prices of oil haven't and will not go up by 21%. Oil prices just fell to $94 a barrel. (It was $140+ at it's highest.) Why didn't you raise price then huh? SCAMMERS.&lt;br /&gt;Oh globalisation, economic crisis, you're making the poor poorer, and the rich (some) poorer.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO MONEY. GO AWAY. AGRH.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just venting on PUB, globalisation, and the economic bullshit turmoil. But it's better than venting on people, who have emotions.&lt;br /&gt;"Now is the best time to be a youth"? Your head. The list of things to worry about is infinitely long. Education, Finance, Health, Survival... just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;When man became more advanced, people became increasingly stressed. This human advancement, globalisation, "we are getting smarter" thing is a double edged sword. One that is being a pain in the ass and stabbing me in my guts.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell. Damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e8dcb4;"&gt;P.S. Note to self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e8dcb4;"&gt;shannon, stop pushing people out when you just don't feel well anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e8dcb4;"&gt;Negativity sucks, but at least it's the truth, i'm not hiding behind a mask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e8dcb4;"&gt;Stop acting so strong emotionally, and be so extra and accept everything that you have been dealt with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e8dcb4;"&gt;If the cards you were dealt suck, discard them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e8dcb4;"&gt;Don't discard friends. Don't push people out. Don't act like you're ok when you're not.&lt;br /&gt;i got through another day. not smiling feels weird, but my heart's just weighed down (not because i went to clog my arteries with fats,aka lipids)&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's a good thing. i just didn't feel like smiling today.&lt;br /&gt;I lie. I bloody lie. A lot. Sometimes it's fun, sometimes it's to hide the truth when you don't want pity or worry from others. And sometimes, it's to hide your real feelings. (NO, if you're reading this, i did not contract no std, or turn like gay or anything of that sort.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e8dcb4;"&gt;Why are some people so at ease with revealing their feelings, and laying it all out on the table, when others just can't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e8dcb4;"&gt;Stop nodding your head and accepting tasks when you know you can't handle them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e8dcb4;"&gt;Stop overloading yourself with so much things to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e8dcb4;"&gt;Relax, take a chill pill. (i wish.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e8dcb4;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#e8dcb4;"&gt;i just thought of The Who's "Behind Blue Eyes" - I feel like that. Except i wish i had blue eyes. That'd be cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i was humming "Rootless Tree" by Damien Rice a lot. It sure is emo. But who gives a shit, it's an awesome song. Float on makes me smile. If only i could.. float on.. (not like a ghost or spirit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-7215910362758045405?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/7215910362758045405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=7215910362758045405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/7215910362758045405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/7215910362758045405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-feel-like-horrible-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-7027794260818724361</id><published>2008-10-05T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:14:45.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sorry PW group.&lt;br /&gt;i am the most HORRIBLE person to get to do microsoft powerpoint.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;In secondary school my groupmates laughed at my skill level (or lack of skill level)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry i'm always handing up stuff late, or am just very blur about the project.&lt;br /&gt;Man, i think i'm a difficult person to work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PR is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;MSN is annoying&lt;br /&gt;friends get annoying sometimes&lt;br /&gt;life is hectic&lt;br /&gt;life is stressful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIVESTRONG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-7027794260818724361?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/7027794260818724361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=7027794260818724361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/7027794260818724361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/7027794260818724361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-sorry-pw-group.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-583807648432769608</id><published>2008-10-04T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:08:31.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEADACHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immense pain.&lt;br /&gt;die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, life is just NOT fair. I detest how a pretty much useless bum can negotiate and assign tasks to people who have been doing tasks all this while. I hate how i have to do double. I hate how i have to go out of my way to find resources. It's not fair, but then again, life isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days are going to be hectic. Design band tee, do up flyers and letters, do pw video, do pw slides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in two days.&lt;br /&gt;Crikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how i get blamed, and get anger vented on me, for just trying to help. if i don't do anything wrong, don't raise your voice AT me. it pisses me off mightly. The counting to 10 thing helps. A LOT. i hate the promotional exams. i hate life. i hate this education system shit. it's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my decisions in life&lt;br /&gt;I hate me and my slacking, and doing nothing about it&lt;br /&gt;i hate how i get assigned so much BS&lt;br /&gt;i hate my neck cramps&lt;br /&gt;i hate my headaches&lt;br /&gt;i hate school&lt;br /&gt;i hate pw&lt;br /&gt;i hate china, and all this melamine BS&lt;br /&gt;i want my snickers&lt;br /&gt;i want my chocolate pillows&lt;br /&gt;i want food&lt;br /&gt;i like chicken rice&lt;br /&gt;i like bitching about how sucky pw is&lt;br /&gt;i semi like life again&lt;br /&gt;soon, shannon, the clouds will dissipate, and a rainbow will show through. life WILL get better.&lt;br /&gt;YOU MUST STUDY LAH.&lt;br /&gt;IDIOT. STOP BITCHING ABOUT LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-583807648432769608?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/583807648432769608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=583807648432769608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/583807648432769608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/583807648432769608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/10/headache.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-7184072303793475637</id><published>2008-09-25T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:54:16.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>exams are finally over!&lt;br /&gt;*cue massive sigh of relief*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired and worn out. Oh, and semi worn out too.&lt;br /&gt;I think i should start studying harder, earlier. Put in sustained effort, then it mightn't be so torturous studying, and i'd do better for exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lq5K9GTEli8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lq5K9GTEli8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that was really funny..&lt;br /&gt;weird, but funny nonetheless. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doom is approaching in the very near future, in the form of exam scripts, which i'll potentially fail. Well, i don't have a whole load of confidence in passing the papers, at least.&lt;br /&gt;My standards are seriously lowered in JC. Even with all the slacking in secondary school, i never did this badly. Shannon, you have to raise your standards.&lt;br /&gt;(man, i always talk to myself in the last sentence, or last few sentences. that's weird. i think)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-7184072303793475637?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/7184072303793475637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=7184072303793475637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/7184072303793475637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/7184072303793475637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/09/exams-are-finally-over-cue-massive-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-5936345529980505121</id><published>2008-09-21T23:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:45:27.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, how cool would it be if i could say 'WOO HOO, IRELAND IS GREAT! MAD PROPS FROM DUBLIN!" (or cork or limerick or something) Ireland always has such cool shit, like.. U2, a nice flag, that hot accent, ullian bagpipes, and all that jazz. And of late, the script.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'm not turning like super-pro irish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so i realised that i was getting just not keeping in touch with the music world, so i went to check up on the Script. They're pretty damn cool. The man who can't be moved is pretty cool. 'cept it's pretty repetitive.. (Sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the lead singer sorta reminded me of that she-man that gave birth a few months ago.. yeah! remember him? I have no idea why i just remembered that face, but that just freaked me out mightily.&lt;br /&gt;Let us now compare the stark similarities between the two, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/5/53/The_Script_Press_Shot_2007.JPG/800px-The_Script_Press_Shot_2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/5/53/The_Script_Press_Shot_2007.JPG/800px-The_Script_Press_Shot_2007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(centre) Danny O'Donoghue, of The Script. (The man who sang 'The Man Who Can't Be Moved')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(LOL, The Script's have a song called 'The Man Who Can't Be Moved'. When i googled 'man gives birth', the first result returned was 'The Man Who Gave Birth', from BBC. OMG FUNNNNYYYYYYYYYYY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.topnews.in/health/files/Thomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.topnews.in/health/files/Thomas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Beatie, The Man Who Gave Birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not mocking him giving birth, i am merely comparing the title similarities, and the similarities in facial features.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now looking at it, they don't really look that alike anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, slán!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-5936345529980505121?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/5936345529980505121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=5936345529980505121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/5936345529980505121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/5936345529980505121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/09/man-how-cool-would-it-be-if-i-could-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-3849689893363481604</id><published>2008-09-20T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:26:35.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would think if I sang out of tune,&lt;br /&gt;Would you stand up and walk out on me.&lt;br /&gt;Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll try not to sing out of key.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;I get high with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do when my love is away.&lt;br /&gt;(Does it worry you to be alone)&lt;br /&gt;How do I feel by the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;(Are you sad because you're on your own)&lt;br /&gt;No, I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I'm gonna to try with a little help from my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need anybody?&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody to love.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be anybody?&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe in a love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;What do you see when you turn out the light?&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I get high with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need anybody?&lt;br /&gt;I just need someone to love.&lt;br /&gt;Could it be anybody?&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody to love&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends&lt;br /&gt;I get high with a little help from my friends&lt;br /&gt;Yes I get by with a little help from my friends,&lt;br /&gt;with a little help from my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song really makes me smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;thanks all for worrying so much about me.. OK, that came out wrong, i don't want people to worry LAH. ROFTLMAO. ( i have no idea why i just did that)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to everyone that asked how i was coping, or holding up, or just showing concern.. it does make me smile and make it feel a smidge better...&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm not going all sappy.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks loads to carin, especially. LOL bitching to her about how all the subjects suck, and everything, crappiness with her does somewhat help...&lt;br /&gt;EH RIN. *HONKY VOICE* EH YOU BETTER REMEMBER PROFIT MAXIMISING POINT IS MC=MR! YOU DON'T I SEND YOU TO HONG KONG ARH. HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy is like a green monster, eating away at my insides, the jealously flowing through my veins, it's despicable, and does make me cringe. Why, oh why?&lt;br /&gt;Life does seem unfair, and sometimes i do feel shortchanged, but.. that's life, eh?&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing i remember from smallville, it's of Jonathan Kent telling Clark Kent "Life's never fair, son. Fare's what you pay the bus driver." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don't have any secret powers to unleash lah. Its just being jealous of how some people don't need to study and get awesome results, or how good life is going for them, or their ability to cope with PR, and so on. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As shitty as this sounds, life, is NEVER fair. Learn to deal, Shannon, learn to deal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-3849689893363481604?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/3849689893363481604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=3849689893363481604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/3849689893363481604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/3849689893363481604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-would-think-if-i-sang-out-of-tune.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-711882288466488232</id><published>2008-09-15T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T03:14:40.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, new, cheerier songs. i need it. i need cheeriness.&lt;br /&gt;Carin, lol the song here comes the sun suddenly reminded me of your blog.&lt;br /&gt;rays of sunshine come to you..&lt;br /&gt;BUT the whole sun 'comes here for me'&lt;br /&gt;OK lame.&lt;br /&gt;ROFLCOPTER.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-711882288466488232?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/711882288466488232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=711882288466488232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/711882288466488232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/711882288466488232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok-new-cheerier-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-4386714898977580338</id><published>2008-09-15T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:32:42.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a semi-unproductive day.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the library, and studied math. Then i realised i suck. I suck because i can't understand so much. Oblique Asymptotes, Vertical Asymptotes, Parabolas, Matrices, Vectors... I just wanna bash myself up. Maybe i'll injure myself so much that i won't have to take the promos.&lt;br /&gt;AGRH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i got out the library, there was this man who stuck a piece of paper in my face, so i had to oblige. After taking a look at it, I realise it's a leaflet for a church. Why do churches so actively promote the word of god? is it of that much importance? They don't really stand to gain, do they? When people convert to christianity, others make such a huge deal of it, like 'hallelujah, let us celebrate' etc.. I don't really understand.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe science isn't suppossed to go together with god. Maybe it is. Maybe god isn't real. Maybe science isn't reliable. Maybe, i just don't know anymore. I still think god doesn't exist, but that's just me anyway. I know its so much more comforting to know that theres something out there to look forward to after death.. Some sense of euphoria and serenity about the thought of dying, because there's "something better out there". But really, all i think it is, is just darkness. Like.. a closure, a void. and empty space. Matter, Anti-matter. Ying, Yang. Right, Left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, Death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or, if christians have it, Life, Afterlife. Heaven, Hell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;religion is a bloody confusing thing. i shouldn't think about this now. I have no time. i have no more space to think about these things in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.... i... am really stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;i.... will do my shitting best to promote.&lt;br /&gt;i... will get better in math&lt;br /&gt;i... will try to write better econs essays&lt;br /&gt;i... will try and regurgitate whatever formulas i learnt for chem in exams and understand the questions, and apply correct solutions&lt;br /&gt;i... will become a mugger who knows bio terms inside out&lt;br /&gt;i... will write good compo's&lt;br /&gt;i... will try and understand chinese&lt;br /&gt;i... won't have any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;i... will do this for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ok i don't want to end on that note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played GH3 at cousin's place today, and MAN, was i PWNING. i had 98% on knights of cydonia, and 96% on the killers' when you were young. it was pretty damn awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-4386714898977580338?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/4386714898977580338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=4386714898977580338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/4386714898977580338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/4386714898977580338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-semi-unproductive-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-4554942886365338736</id><published>2008-09-09T01:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T01:54:54.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new song, it's quite apt, seeing how i've been increasingly feeling just sadder, and just like reclusive and emo the past few days or so. No, it's not 'emotastic' anymore. HEH. (brainchild of mine during O levels, last year.) its sarcasm, really.&lt;br /&gt;this song is just so beautifully sad, or beautiful but sad. ah who gives a shit. they're both.&lt;br /&gt;BoH getting pretty big now..&lt;br /&gt;I remember playing this song on repeat when stuck with the news of the demise of a grandparent. I just wanted to cry, SO badly. I kept putting this song on repeat, cause it's just so wonderfully sad, that it might make it easier to cry. I just wanted to show emotion, i just wanted to feel. But i hardly knew that grandparent anyway, i only saw her for like 20 days my whole life, and for the most part, it was right before her death. It was just so hard to feel... SO SO hard.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the media really has desensetized us, as a human race on the whole. But really, i felt SO shit. Because when my parents threatened to give my dogs away, i shed buckets of tears. I'm not going to go into acting LAH. for my relative, grandparent, no less, i just.. couldn't. and when i heard the song again today, i just got haunted by that memory. OK. but it really is an awesome song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days, i've been feeling more and more shite. The buildup.. its godawful. PR, stress, studies, the fear of not promoting.. it's all hitting me like a ten ton truck with real great force. As much as i'd like to try and react, i'm just in shock, in fear, in awe, and i'm shit scared. You know how when little kids get scared, they pee? Just stone and pee. I feel exactly like that now. I wish i was more carefree. Shannon, don't put up fronts. But seriously, sometimes i really enjoy the times with my mates, but sometimes, i feel as though i'm putting on a chirpy face. Faking a smile, almost. Wait, no. It IS. That's why i constantly draw smiley faces on my worksheets. trashtalking helps a smidge too.. Today, what tasvita wrote on her paper really got me thinking. Well, it's that awesome song by the killers, "Smile like you mean it". It looks so simple, but really its hard. To me, at least, for now. It got me thinking of finding those little joys in life. Like looking at birds singing(i just thought of Viva la Vida there again. YAH, again, then i thought of Hasta La Vista, and now windows vista. shucks lah. ok continuing on with my train of thought,) life shouldn't be all stress, and no fun. Neither should it be all fun and no stress. As i've been saying (but not on my blog, on MSN, i think) what's life without the downs? Downs just make ups feel loads more significant, important, and adds variety and spice to life. Shannon, you better not go down without a fight. Fight, like how we were built. Eliminate flight, FIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think at the moment, what i really do have to learn, is to smile, like i mean it. Stop putting up airs. Stop faking cheeriness. Be real.&lt;br /&gt;Man, suddenly, i thought of that Camp Rock song. AGRH carin, you've got it into my head now. DANG YOU! Oh, i just realised.. my brain is pretty random. A normal, sane person probably has the connection of neurones in the head ordered and organised. Mine? Its probably all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i wish i had synesthesia.&lt;br /&gt;OH THE STRESS. PW, PROMOS, and NOT PROMOTING... (hopefully not)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-4554942886365338736?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/4554942886365338736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=4554942886365338736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/4554942886365338736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/4554942886365338736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-song-its-quite-apt-seeing-how-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-6245810111501144634</id><published>2008-09-02T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:37:17.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*edited for its bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;.*&lt;br /&gt;(in my defence, it was 1 in the morning, and i was anally tired.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt;. here it is. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;past few days sucked. i used to love math, science and language cause i owned at them. but now.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just horrible, so bad, that i just wanna die. I wanna jump off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bukit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;timah&lt;/span&gt; cliff and haunt you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;jia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt;. No, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; kidding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, we had a class outing (along with A01) at miss law's place. Its... for rich people. While walking past a condo called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ridgewood&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; lamented that it was so named because it was for the rich. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty lazy to type some more, from the lack of energy, and pictures speak a thousand words, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/DSCN0767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/DSCN0767.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/DSCN0766.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/DSCN0766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;eeling's&lt;/span&gt; expression - priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/DSCN0772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/DSCN0772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/DSCN0768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/DSCN0768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/DSCN0788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/DSCN0788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ants &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;anhialating&lt;/span&gt; some chicken bone some person threw on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/DSCN0785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/DSCN0785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/DSCN0796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/DSCN0796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;steph's&lt;/span&gt; getting pretty good at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; faces eh? some mighty large dosages of teen angst right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/DSCN0798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/DSCN0798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/DSCN0804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/DSCN0804.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and for some strange reason, i seem to have a picture of literally, an apple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; in my Pb account. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, the silly times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/ipodapple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w303/uWILLbowdowntoME/ipodapple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;gah&lt;/span&gt;, FINALLY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; done!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-6245810111501144634?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/6245810111501144634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=6245810111501144634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/6245810111501144634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/6245810111501144634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok-jia-yi.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-6579683837618057443</id><published>2008-08-24T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:58:55.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ratatouille was awesome. really gets you thinking about achieving your goals and not letting physical and mental barriers get in your way.. and how you have to convince people of your ability, and friendship, and SOOO much more.&lt;br /&gt;wow, i'm turning into a disney channel freak&lt;br /&gt;HSM3's trailer looks pretty damn awesome. glam eh.&lt;br /&gt;and tbh, i haven't watched all too much of the olympic games. i think i've grown outta that phase 4 years ago. or just too busy...&lt;br /&gt;who gives a shit.&lt;br /&gt;ah, here's to hoping i'll be in JC2 next year *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;man, today was NOT productive.&lt;br /&gt;just practicing the guitar all day, save for some chemisty and math homework done.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. i REALLY need a REAL math teacher. Cannot understand this mclaurin's differentiation shit. well the easy stuff, yes. But.. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;AGRH SO SO SO SO SO behind. Compared to rin's class, that is. And loads others..&lt;br /&gt;OK. POSITIVE ENERGY. POSITIVE ENERGY.&lt;br /&gt;*INNER PEACE* *INNNNNEEERRR PEACEEEE* OH SHUT UP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-6579683837618057443?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/6579683837618057443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=6579683837618057443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/6579683837618057443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/6579683837618057443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/08/ratatouille-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-4618075884189671515</id><published>2008-08-03T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:16:59.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. i really need to get into study mode asap.&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun. Went for tuition, which finally finally, i pretty much understand everything, which is awesome. Cause at the start of the year i was just like HUH at this whole subject. But i must persist and succeed at this subject for my future relies greatly on this.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; probably the BEST saboteur EVER man! i went along with the whole plot, tried reinforcing the "fact" that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yi&lt;/span&gt; was the saboteur, and then made &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lesley&lt;/span&gt; bomb the hole to the treasure, then i put dead end at my turn. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; funny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We watched PS i love you too, and ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; lets see..&lt;br /&gt;Fondue,&lt;br /&gt;Bread and Butter Pudding&lt;br /&gt;Corn&lt;br /&gt;3 Pizza's&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;all made from scratch. Carin's mom is a pro chef man.&lt;br /&gt;Had absolutely no time for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; the whole of last week, been studying till dusk in school. it really helps. distractions are removed.. like the computer, the telly, etc.&lt;br /&gt;why are you guys so good at guessing?&lt;br /&gt;and... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still really confused about the situation. HOW &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;LAH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and it really makes me wonder why i ever gave a fuck about you...&lt;br /&gt;ok DON'T try to guess what that means. Just me being cryptic. even if you guess right, i'll still say the answer is no. so haha. don't guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-4618075884189671515?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/4618075884189671515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=4618075884189671515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/4618075884189671515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/4618075884189671515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-3071704681958248594</id><published>2008-07-25T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:58:00.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just an update</title><content type='html'>well, this week was.. hectic. it was just tests galore. I didn't even know monday was the chem MCQ Common test till they said it in the LT like 5 minutes before the exam started.&lt;br /&gt;Really afraid i'll retain, but i'm trying to do my work now.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna depend on GP, Math, Econs and Bio to promote. crikey.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, do you get annoyed when talking to someone, and then you feel like you're talking to a goddamn wall sometimes, because the person never replies?&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. its annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Agrh go away!&lt;br /&gt;JJC scares me sometimes, it really does. Stupid stupid hand dryer.&lt;br /&gt;the death of some student someone knows really hit me hard. Ok, well not that hard, but still..&lt;br /&gt;It makes you wonder.. what if you never arise from your sleep tomorrow? All the unsaid things, all the unfulfilled life goals, etc.. it really teaches you to live life to the fullest and NOT take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;Am i taken for granted? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end on a lighter note, do you get SO SO annoyed when people steal your jokes? AGRH. DIE PEOPLE, DIE. Sometimes, i just feel like smacking joke stealers on their arm or head or whatever. and sometimes, violence IS the answer, as you will learn, young one.&lt;br /&gt;May the force be with you&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. (wtf?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jdZDJR9uc-Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jdZDJR9uc-Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: AAGRH MY ENGLISH............. *SHAKES HEAD.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-3071704681958248594?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/3071704681958248594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=3071704681958248594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/3071704681958248594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/3071704681958248594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-update.html' title='just an update'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-7578866138151756256</id><published>2008-07-19T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:02:18.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. i realised how singaporean singapore is.&lt;br /&gt;In JJ, if you listen carefully, almost EVERYONE who orders wedges, pronounces it as 'wages' so it's like.. auntie, $1 wages..&lt;br /&gt;so everytime i hear that, i just wanna laugh. Because its funny, you say $1 wages and give her "wages"&lt;br /&gt;HAIYA.&lt;br /&gt;2nd:&lt;br /&gt;The math lecturer. Cannot pronounce her words properly lah. X^2 becomes Xsquaye. Chain rule becomes change rule, product become poduct.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of singaporeans can't pronounce government too. And some can't spell for shit.&lt;br /&gt;You know what this means?&lt;br /&gt;The government's "Speak Good English Campaign" isn't working all too well.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so i'm generalising here. But if you list open your eyes wide and listen carefully, you'll see that what i'm saying is true. And its not just the older generation that commits these offences against the english language.&lt;br /&gt;In true JJ fashion, i too, am beginning to somewhat lose my ability to speak the english language well. The other day, i totally messed up my tenses and whatnot. Like "isn't", "aren't" and the like.&lt;br /&gt;BLEH. Oh man, FIGHT THE POWER. WTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postscript: i just realised my mom couldn't speak english all too well either. Maybe i'm being too critical, but she pronounced "crisp" as "crips". Its like waSP. not waPS.&lt;br /&gt;Crapola. What is the world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQlmY_BwC6k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQlmY_BwC6k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shakes head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-7578866138151756256?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/7578866138151756256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=7578866138151756256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/7578866138151756256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/7578866138151756256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-6262577464068436052</id><published>2008-07-13T23:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:41:12.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; finding this blog increasingly redundant and.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unnecessary, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tbh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;First of all, it's quite a chore to commit to this blog, and yeah. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to study. No one cares anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;it seems like we're all like 5 trillion light years away from each other, and the like. But in actual fact, it's like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;phone call&lt;/span&gt; away, or a 20 minute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bus ride&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BLEH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;No one cares anymore. Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; being overly sentimental, or just trying to hold onto the little fragments, which were once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;existent, but fading away like the half life of some extremely short lived molecule&lt;/span&gt;. It's probably only found in trace amounts now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt; Whatever it is, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; getting quite sick and tired of it. So... whatever. thanks for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-6262577464068436052?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/6262577464068436052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=6262577464068436052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/6262577464068436052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/6262577464068436052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/07/gah-im-finding-this-blog-increasingly.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-1348302219332761766</id><published>2008-07-05T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:05:13.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha, i'm really laughing now.</title><content type='html'>So, wei en sent me some quiz by email, and usually, i don't open these things up. But.. i dunno. Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not going to forward it to people. I dont like doing that because it's just stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my lucky number is suppossed to be 13 - i chose it.&lt;br /&gt;and the song that tells me most about my mind? House of the Rising Sun. Good song that is.&lt;br /&gt;Now this is going to be funny. What i feel about life? HAHA. (tries surpressing laugh)&lt;br /&gt;The Irish Keep Gatecrashing.&lt;br /&gt;Means i'm gonna be a party person?! And go to loads of concerts? This is weird lah.&lt;br /&gt;AND SO FUNNY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-1348302219332761766?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/1348302219332761766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=1348302219332761766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/1348302219332761766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/1348302219332761766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/07/haha-im-really-laughing-now.html' title='haha, i&apos;m really laughing now.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-7303425283664016107</id><published>2008-07-04T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:36:07.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life's like quicksand. Well, now at least.</title><content type='html'>I got really depressed in math today, because i did so badly, i wanted to hit myself in the head. I mean, i've NEVER, and i mean NEVER failed at ALL for a major test for math, EVER. Not even A Maths.&lt;br /&gt;But i guess it's time to make an exception. A one and only exception. Because i'm shit scared i'll have to retain, while the rest of my classmates promote. I DO NOT want conditional promotion. NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do this for MYSELF. I WILL make it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how i have all these aspirations, and at the end of the day, as i reflect back on what i've done to work towards these goals, it's just.. a void, a huge lapse of doing anything significant.&lt;br /&gt;I need to SHUT UP and LISTEN in lessons. I really MUST. Or else in my eyes, i'll be the hugest failure anyone's ever met in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so i am going back to being slightly emo, but i mean, aagrh. The hurdle i crossed, the O levels, suddenly seems so.. insignificant, and easy as compared to this.&lt;br /&gt;For example: Enzymes lower the activation energy(Ea), so that a reaction can occur. Lets equate Ea to 1000 for O levels. The friends, staying up late together, etc, everything helped. So the Ea was lowered down to like 100.&lt;br /&gt;This time, its like 3000. The Ea lowers it down to.. well, i'm still drowning and asphyxiating. Man, ok, so i'm not. But its like this massive leap.. this huge jump in level of toughness of schoolwork..&lt;br /&gt;Shannon, you NEED to wake up. Shut up and stop bitching about how schoolwork's tough. Oh, stop talking to yourself right now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and hi future self, if i ever go back and reread how silly i was/am in 5(etc) years time.&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy to think so far ahead, i've always had life goals, just never saw myself in a particular course or field of study in university. Sometimes, it's this, and sometimes, it's that. It really really is confusing.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what i'll be in 10 years time, and the clique too.&lt;br /&gt;I mean the mix CD i made them.. lol which is a bit gay, but AAGRH, it kinda encompassed what i wanted to say to you people, but couldn't actually put it in words. You know how bad i am with words..&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i have these rational thoughts(imo, at least) going through my brain. But to string them into actual sentences and paragraphs and the like, oh, now that my friend, is hard.&lt;br /&gt;(i suddenly thought of the GP essay that we looked at today which contained exceedingly long and long winded sentences. Man, i am NOT going to be like that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the times i look forward to the most in the day, is when i come home from school, and because i have to walk across the highway, via the really long overhead bridge, which boasts perpetually no one other than yours truly, i like to turn up the volume on my iPod really loud, and just sing along. It does help calm my nerves somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;Its really awesome when you hear your voice being drowned out and muffled by the immense number of cars, and the sound they produce, when singing. Seeing the world just zoom on by.. I dunno, it's a reflection/emo time for me. I like just leaning over the railings (not to commit suicide, of course, because that'd be a shitty way to die)and watch the influx of traffic. The cars just passing by, its like life... and you start to wonder (well, me, at least) what life was back then, when there were no cars. I'd kinda agree with most of the classmates who did the essay on 'Youths do not have it easy nowadays' or something around the likes of that. Maybe youths don't. But this isn't a really big problem. Life, is going to be WAY more stressful than this in future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the emo post. I just had to vent. like a ventilation chamber. ooh. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;Shannon, you NEED to stop being so bloody emo. LIFE. GOES. ON.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-7303425283664016107?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/7303425283664016107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=7303425283664016107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/7303425283664016107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/7303425283664016107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/07/lifes-like-quicksand-well-now-at-least.html' title='life&apos;s like quicksand. Well, now at least.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-2681342344617868214</id><published>2008-06-25T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T02:25:34.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello, world!</title><content type='html'>OK, so here it is, finally, an update. It's fricken 2 in the morning, but my biological clock is screwed up anyway so.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had our first math lesson with the new relief teacher. He speaks some funny accented english, and he told us of his tooth filling today (???!!!) and we did some inequalities and equalities stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: .. and i had a toothache (he said it more like two ache)&lt;br /&gt;me: well, i had a three ache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i didn't say it out really loudly, but xueni, who was sitting in front of me burst out laughing, so i couldn't help but follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched CSI today also, and WHOA, it was fan-focking-tastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ok today was a LONG LONG day. VERY VERY LONG. UUGH.&lt;br /&gt;The trumpet guy came back, without any prior warning, so now, he's in my section again. I'm bloody afraid he will get the part as 1st trumpetist, so i must practice like 15329hours a day.. No!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before bio test, Megan and i got excused from running, but had to walk slowly behind the class, at our own pace. So, we tried being sneaky and being the really good students we are, we multi-tasked. So, we took our bio notes, hid it, and tried going on the field with it.&lt;br /&gt;Passing by people, we kept getting strange looks, as we were walking on the field trying to study, which turned out to be harder than expected. Especially when you're laughing away like mad, doing PE and studying at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;When Angela passed me, she was giving me the '^o)'-look, and said something like good luck studying! It was really funny! Then, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the bio CT. Man, i think i did horribly. My bio teacher is unfair. When she answers the questions, she isn't answering the question, she's just saying what it is. Apparently now, that seems to be how we're supposed to answer exam questions. RIIIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the H1 Bio CT was.. just really stupid. The essay question on the cell membrane structures, i found myself unable to answer. I just wrote a whole load of bull in there. Hopefully, i'll get some marks off that though. *crosses fingers* But seeing how evil our teacher is, i doubt i'd get any.&lt;br /&gt;I went into the hall, and saw like everyone else having a calculator, so being the "kiasu" student, i also took mine out just in case we needed it.&lt;br /&gt;But really, it wasn't necessary at all, unless you have to calculate how many bonds or how many monosaccharides there are in the polysaccharide, or something. (that was a joke.)&lt;br /&gt;I kept glancing at the clock, and because Melissa was talking about Muse a lot, for the whole day, i suddenly thought about 'Time is Running Out' and the song kept playing in my head, and i COULDN'T CONCENTRATE!!!&lt;br /&gt;And you know the bit of lyric that goes ' I think i'm drowning, asphyxiating..'? I really thought i was going to. It didn't help that i had a bad cough that made me short of breath quite a number of times there. Then i got an image of my bio teacher, with a scaly dragon body, and fangs and claws, going to engulf me and swallow me whole, like endocytosis.&lt;br /&gt;And you know how they say how people have 'looks set to kill'? I think today was the first time i saw her putting make up on (the bio teacher) So she must have wanted to kill us, since she tried to look her best, so she'd be set to kill. (get what i mean? sometimes, i don't even get myself.)&lt;br /&gt;So, after a bit of forcing myself to focus, i eventually had some spare time. So i took my calculator, and typed out 'SMS'. Ok, fine, i typed out 5M5, because there was no 'S'. No, i didn't want to send someone a text message. I was typing 'SAVE MY SOUL', since the rest of the people there barely looked like they needed their souls saved, since they were all scribbling away furiously. Ah, Shannon, you selfish, selfish person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that, it was band practice, which started at 6 and ended at 10. By the time i reached home, it was 11. Madness. But band was fun. the trumpet parts are really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all i have to say.&lt;br /&gt;That was exceedingly disorganized and jumbled up. So, i do believe it was a horrible post, but still, a post nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;SHANNON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-2681342344617868214?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/2681342344617868214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=2681342344617868214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/2681342344617868214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/2681342344617868214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-world.html' title='hello, world!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-7369142567174500988</id><published>2008-06-16T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T04:32:55.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgCHb4hBiRI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sgCHb4hBiRI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really cool!&lt;br /&gt;But i wonder.. what does it have to do with Apple?&lt;br /&gt;Unless... &lt;br /&gt;Coldplay&gt;Itunes&gt;Apple.&lt;br /&gt;HMM.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to rule the world&lt;br /&gt;Seas would rise when I gave the word&lt;br /&gt;Now in the morning I sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;Sweep the streets I used to own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to roll the dice&lt;br /&gt;Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Listen as the crowd would sing:&lt;br /&gt;"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One minute I held the key&lt;br /&gt;Next the walls were closed on me&lt;br /&gt;And I discovered that my castles stand&lt;br /&gt;Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing&lt;br /&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;Be my mirror my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;Once you go there was never, never an honest word&lt;br /&gt;That was when I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;(Ohhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the wicked and wild wind&lt;br /&gt;Blew down the doors to let me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shattered windows and the sound of drums&lt;br /&gt;People couldn't believe what I'd become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revolutionaries wait&lt;br /&gt;For my head on a silver plate&lt;br /&gt;Just a puppet on a lonely string&lt;br /&gt;Oh who would ever want to be king?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing&lt;br /&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;Be my mirror my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;I know Saint Peter won't call my name&lt;br /&gt;Never an honest word&lt;br /&gt;But that was when I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;(Ohhhhh Ohhh Ohhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing&lt;br /&gt;Roman Cavalry choirs are singing&lt;br /&gt;Be my mirror my sword and shield&lt;br /&gt;My missionaries in a foreign field&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;I know Saint Peter won't call my name&lt;br /&gt;Never an honest word&lt;br /&gt;But that was when I ruled the world&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh Oooooh Oooooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was envisioning myself as an explorer there. Then i thought of Gerrad Butler, raising his fist in triumph, togged out in the outfits they wore in 300.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but then, i thought of the song, and how.. christiany it is.&lt;br /&gt;Man, i was thinking that bit about 'my missionaries', and i wondered, if i had missionaries, what would i want them to spread? The world of God, or..?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i won't get into relegious stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-7369142567174500988?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/7369142567174500988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=7369142567174500988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/7369142567174500988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/7369142567174500988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/06/apple.html' title=''/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-7348905645434388530</id><published>2008-06-16T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T01:34:05.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a crappy day</title><content type='html'>EUUGH.&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts,&lt;br /&gt;My throat kills,&lt;br /&gt;The phlegm in my throat's an ass&lt;br /&gt;and my voice.&lt;br /&gt;UUGH, MY VOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think properly, so i do apologise if this post comes out weird, or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, i had piano today. It was ok.&lt;br /&gt;Then, i went for math tuition. I totally sucked. I got stuck at almnost every question of the AJC paper. :( In addition, the AC was superfricken COLD. Made me even sicker.&lt;br /&gt;Then, i went for a haircut. I think i look like a pineapple now... My bro says i look like chelsea.&lt;br /&gt;CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;Now, i'm still having this shite cough, and i keep coughing up phlegm. Actually, this crap cough has been here since monday. It get soooo crap i can't sleep. :'(&lt;br /&gt;OH MAN......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;(i do realise i've been posting a lot less, yes, i am aware of that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. my mom saw my blog. cause i forgot to delete browsing history. How weird is that. That freaked me out mightily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-7348905645434388530?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/7348905645434388530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=7348905645434388530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/7348905645434388530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/7348905645434388530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/06/crappy-day.html' title='a crappy day'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-834603786725230761</id><published>2008-06-11T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T02:16:44.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*SHOCK* The 3RD post of the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ok, i think i've recovered enough from the earlier shock of the video.&lt;br /&gt;Youtube and blogger mightily piss me off, because blogger wouldn't let me post the video. Always some stupid ERROR. UUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i got tagged to do a quiz. Seems interesting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 20 people you can think of right now. Don't read the questions until you name them. at the end of this, choose 5 people to do this.&lt;br /&gt;aw man, people? okay then. i was gonna include my doggy but.. ok not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i'm really trying to name people here, but it's very hard, seeing as my bro is roaring with laughter watching 'The Suite Life of Zack and Cody'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;nice touch, Midas, you turned everything into old &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i asked you to get people from the 60s, not people in the 60s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;ROFLCOPTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Melissa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lesley&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jia Yi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jia Qi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cynthia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wei Xing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wei Chiang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stephanie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wei En&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dominic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eadaoin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Megan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Serene (right after this, i thought of Johnny Depp (obvious) but i won't include it here&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yu Qi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eeling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sheue Lee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fiona&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, so that was not in order of importance, and i know some people there are pretty random people, lol but in all fairness, i was watching random vids on youtube, which reminded me of them so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;now, on with the quiz, and enough with the commentory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A) How did you meet 14?[Serene]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wow, the only person that i added commentory for was the first question! *shock*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, i met her in debate, when i was in Sec 3 and she was in Sec 2. i thought she was weird then, and vice versa, so we didn't talk. Up till the Aus Exchange programme, when i started talking and hanging with her, and we realised we both hate MCR cuz they're bloody gay, and the lead singer is fugly (no offence). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B) What would i do if i never met 1? [Melissa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;be totally deprived of Hexic on msn, and feel stupid, lol she's always saying i'm smart lol i.e. NOT true, me thinks. Also, she's a good advisor, so i think i'd be lost sometimes without her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, i'd know one less person from crescent, and nobody Canadian so.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C) What if 9 &amp;amp; 20 dated? [Stephanie and Ian]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Er, it MIGHT work. He's a guy, she's a girl. Oh, you know how it goes. But in all seriousness, no. She's seeing someone atm. And.. yeah. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D) How about 6 &amp;amp; 17? [Cynthia and Ee Ling]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nope, they're both atttched, to different people, of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Er, no, it wouldn't work. Just wouldn't, plain and simple, i do believe they're both strongly against lesbianism (for themselves so..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't make me vomit ok?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E) Describe 3. [Jia Yi].&lt;/span&gt; (sorry i still call u that, i've called u that since forever, and it's hard to change now!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awesome. Really caring. Hardworking. Nice. Enthusiastic. Great friend! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F) Is 8 Attractive? [Wei Chiang]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dunno. Er he's ok, i guess. I'm not sure, i don't see him that way!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;G) Describe 7. [Wei Xing]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Super hyper and can make u smile, great trombonist too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Awesome jokes (remember the weighing machine one? ROTFL)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H) Do you know any of 12's family members? [Eadaoin]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that she has a dad, mom, and 3 older brothers, of which 2 are twins. But i haven't met them before, and it's ok, since we're in different countries. I've never been to Ireland before! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I) What would you do if 18 confessed that he/she likes you? [Sheue Lee]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a friend way? be okay, i guess. HAHA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In a like-like way:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*kinks eyebrow* Be kinda grossed? i dunno, it wouldn't work. Maybe because of the GENDER STUFF?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;J) What language does 15 speak? [Yu Qi]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;English is the norm here, but i suppose he speaks in chinese in chinese classes and stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;K) Who is 9 going out with? [Stephanie]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;S________ (sorry, i'm not sure if i'm at liberty to tell..)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L) How old is 16? [Grace]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Old enough to watch a NC16 movie, but not nearly old enough to drink or drive.(lol i was gonna type drink and drive there, but realised it meant that she wasn't old enough to drink and drive at the same time, lol!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M) When is the last time you spoke to 13? [Megan]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The LAST TIME?! But neither her nor i am dead yet, and we're still on speaking terms, so it can't be the last time man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In all seriousness, a few days back, on MSN, before she went away on holiday. In real life, i guess the last day of SMUN, i.e. uh 6th June, i think. Whoa, i have a good memory :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lol, now i realise the front bit barely made any sense. It made more sense when i was thinking about it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N)What's 2's favourite band/singer? [Lesley]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm not sure, but let me ask her. My msn thing on the right just popped up, to imform me that she went online.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm guessing its lifehouse, but let me ask her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;she says 'o.o i have no idea man'. Okay then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;O) Would you ever date 4? [Carin]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh, no. Sorry man, it wouldn't work, with Ben being there and all. Er no. And also because.. yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But if i was a guy, maybe? I dunno.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P) Would you ever date 1? [Melissa]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't you come up with more creative questions, man?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, again. But if i was a guy, maybe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Q) is 19 single? [Fiona]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm pretty sure she isn't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R) What is 10's last name? [Wei En]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Neo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S) Would you ever date 11? [Dominic]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;um no. I see him as a friend only, but he's a nice person.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T) What is 3's School? [Jia Yi]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh ITE College West, i think. Ex-tanglinian.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;U) Where does 16 live? [Grace]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know!! i took bus with her past her house before!! It's really near Jurong Point, but i can't exactly pinpoint where. Anyway, if i took bus i could tell you, but since my directional skills, and knowledge of street names in general is crap, i dunno. But it's near JJ and near JP.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;V) What is 5's favourite thing? [Jia Qi]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Herself? Her BF? i dunno man. Oh thing? I dunno.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;W) Have you seen 2 naked? [Lesley]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*looks suggestively* KIDDING!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EEE. No man! yuck. i haven't sorry NOOOOOOOO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 5 lucky people:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;carin&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;cynthia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jia qi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jia yi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lesley&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(phew!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh also, man! Now i realise how patriotic i am. WHOA. Ok, see, my favourite colours are &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And what is the royal colour of holland? &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are the colours on the Dutch flag? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;, WHITE(i.e. font colour on my blog) and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BLUE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;man, am i patriotic or what? Anyway, Holland PWNED Italy in the Euro 2008 cup thing! And they're in the group of death, and Italy was the WORLD CHAMPIONS for the world cup in 06! GO HOLLAND!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3-0 somemore, HAHA! OWNAGERY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-834603786725230761?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/834603786725230761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=834603786725230761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/834603786725230761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/834603786725230761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/06/shock-3rd-post-of-day.html' title='*SHOCK* The 3RD post of the day!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-6698236683185500655</id><published>2008-06-11T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T21:35:33.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the utter inhumanity of this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJ8iL3sx60M&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJ8iL3sx60M&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kentuckyfriedcruelty.com/"&gt;http://www.kentuckyfriedcruelty.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure why they used pamela anderson to front this campaign though, seeing as she's not the brightest of sparks&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i never knew KFC was this cruel.&lt;br /&gt;I know, the chickens are eventually going to die, but why be so cruel to these chickens, while they're alive? Maybe you think 'oh this is ok, it's just life'. But to me, it isn't its absolute inhumanity. Its mad. Its shit.&lt;br /&gt;Cutting off their beaks?&lt;br /&gt;Hurling them into crates?&lt;br /&gt;Dunking them into hot boiling water while they're alive?&lt;br /&gt;Giving them exceedingly cramped living conditions?&lt;br /&gt;Breaking their bones?&lt;br /&gt;My gosh, what is this world coming to?&lt;br /&gt;It greatly saddens me, thinking about all this.&lt;br /&gt;To think that it is now that we think humans are the most advanced. Well, its a very very awesome way that us 'advanced' people treat our animals huh? Totally.&lt;br /&gt;with the increasing human advancement and improvements in technology come decreasing levels of morality and humanity.&lt;br /&gt;GEEZ.&lt;br /&gt;To those that feel the least bit grossed out, or sicked out, or just think it's really wrong, i STRONGLY urge you to boycott KFC. This is just sick, and should be stamped out.&lt;br /&gt;There is strength in unity (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to puke,&lt;br /&gt;Shannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, fine. so i realise that this campaign has been in place since like 2 years ago. Fine, i'm slow. whatever. still doesn't change the fact that KFC is fricken evil.&lt;br /&gt;there still hasn't been any change by KFC so...&lt;br /&gt;YEAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-6698236683185500655?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/6698236683185500655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=6698236683185500655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/6698236683185500655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/6698236683185500655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-utter-inhumanity-of-this.html' title='oh the utter inhumanity of this.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-237840922703056403</id><published>2008-06-11T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:06:30.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YO!</title><content type='html'>wassup?&lt;br /&gt;bleh, that was a crappy start to a crappy post.&lt;br /&gt;Shannon is currently very very hungry because she woke up at 2pm today, and hasn't eaten anything since.. yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;My mom promised to buy char kway teow so.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that i'm practicing the trumpet, which is just making me so outta breath now.&lt;br /&gt;i improvised a trumpet mute with a ice mountain water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Man, i don't have anything much to say really now.&lt;br /&gt;I doubt anyone is reading too.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, just for the heck of it, i decided to blow the trumpet as loud as i possibly, facing the opposite block.&lt;br /&gt;Man, the sound was echoing for a few seconds, and it was so cool!&lt;br /&gt;i think a few passing cars musta mistook it for a car horn, because some of them were horning like mad idiots.&lt;br /&gt;oh, einstein is afraid of the trumpet. Whenever he sees me approaching him with it, he tilts his head to the side and kinks his right ear up. its so cute! ahahaha&lt;br /&gt;man, i sound so friggin retarded now. and like super cheena.. cause of the paragraphing, and shit.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. i've gotta start typing in proper sentences, paragraphs and such...&lt;br /&gt;ok yeah&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-237840922703056403?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/237840922703056403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=237840922703056403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/237840922703056403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/237840922703056403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/06/yo.html' title='YO!'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-2664022692446200857</id><published>2008-06-08T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T22:28:54.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quiz</title><content type='html'>that i said i'd do ages ago, but only just remembered it.&lt;br /&gt;can i tag 8/2 people instead? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 if your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;kinda pissed? then calm down a little, see in what aspect i was betrayed, then if the results calls for me to get PO'd, yeah. i'll react then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 if you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;have an infinite number of other wishes to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 what will your dream wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;not gay. no frills. OH MY GOSH no frills.&lt;br /&gt;cute&lt;br /&gt;everyone important (to me, that is) will be there&lt;br /&gt;a smidge bit cheesy&lt;br /&gt;a quiet affair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 are you confused as to what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;well, i don't know what lies ahead of me.. well, right now, my pillow. But i'm sure you weren't looking for that to be the answer.&lt;br /&gt;UH. confused.. yeah a bit.&lt;br /&gt;But uncertainty is good in life, is it not?&lt;br /&gt;If life were too predictable and easy, then what kinda life would that be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 what's your ideal lover like?&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? well, ok..&lt;br /&gt;Smart, ok looking (since i'll have to see his face like.. always), NOT SINGLISH, can't speak in chinese to me, able to fend for himself (as in, not a leech), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't want to be the one who has to worry more, so my answer's the latter. haha, evil me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?&lt;br /&gt;depends on the situation.&lt;br /&gt;people can have more than one person that they really love, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 if the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;hire a spy to spy on his fiancee, and monitor her every action.&lt;br /&gt;Then, strike from the back, kidnap her, and kill her. Or if the guy's really rich, get money from him to release her.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, i'm kidding.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, dunk my head in water or something, to make myself wake up.&lt;br /&gt;That's just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. something..&lt;br /&gt;and the complexity of human relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 is being tagged fun?&lt;br /&gt;it's ok. I dread the 'tagging' people back part now.&lt;br /&gt;I just added links so its not my fault i don't have 8 contacts ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 how do you see yourself in ten years time?&lt;br /&gt;how? with a mirror? or maybe, they'll invent really cool stuff so we won't have mirrors anymore&lt;br /&gt;you mean where?&lt;br /&gt;I see myself in Holland, in UvA/UU, studying medicine.&lt;br /&gt;Or, if i studied economics, psychology, or philosophy, maybe even law, i'd go to the UK to work. I heard jobs are hard to come by in holland. Maybe my parents will force me to come back, i dunno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 who are currently the most important people to you?&lt;br /&gt;can i not name them here?&lt;br /&gt;parents&lt;br /&gt;some friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 what kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;smart, caring, very enthusiastic, and has a really big heart (no, i don't mean you have some weird disorder or something, haha)&lt;br /&gt;and she's also a good leader. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 would you rather be single &amp;amp; rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;single and rich. sorry man. being poor is kinda shitty, cause you have to find so many ways to pay the bills, feed the kids, and have to scrape by to make ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;ah, and what if it's an unhappy marriage? so not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16 what's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;br /&gt;er. stretch, or moan a bit for a bit more time to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17 would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;define relationship. platonic, or a bgr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18 if you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;the one i like more?&lt;br /&gt;or i'd just not pick either straight away, then see who i find less flaws with, and is a better person to be around/makes me happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19 what type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;the ones i can talk to and relate to&lt;br /&gt;ah, and it also cannot get awkward. sometimes when i talk to people.&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH it'd be so awkward, that i'd feel weird and queasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20 what type of friends do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;betrayers&lt;br /&gt;people who talk behind your back&lt;br /&gt;liars&lt;br /&gt;pang seh people&lt;br /&gt;the ones that become friends with you only to make use of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged by :STEPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the 8(/2) lucky(i dunno) people:&lt;br /&gt;lesley&lt;br /&gt;jia yi&lt;br /&gt;carin&lt;br /&gt;cynthia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-2664022692446200857?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/2664022692446200857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=2664022692446200857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/2664022692446200857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/2664022692446200857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiz.html' title='a quiz'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-3381120868201899052</id><published>2008-06-08T02:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:44:47.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ok, now about SMUN</title><content type='html'>the four days were pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I think i woulda died if megan wasn't there..&lt;br /&gt;my gosh, i was so crap with directions, and waking up, and everything. i feel like a little kid, man. So if you're reading this, thanks for being there, and making it bearable and fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the first day, it was a crap start. Gosh, the opening ceremony was suppossed to be at 9, but eventually it dragged on, and eventually started at 10+.&lt;br /&gt;Then, there were ang mohs. Whoopie.&lt;br /&gt;Man, i think megan and i were the only delegates who almost fell asleep during the opening ceremony. Yes, it was THAT boring. Well, i almost fell asleep like twice cause the guy was speaking so softly, and i was hecka bored.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we had lunch at McD.&lt;br /&gt;Messed around some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parlimentary debates, or whatever you call them, was just intimidating. Man, i barely understood the shit they were going on and on about. The blazers made me itch a bit. Ick.&lt;br /&gt;Lesley scared me with her going on and on about 'the monster under my bed'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so that eventually, i left the lights on before going to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day, it was kinda shite too. i so CANNOT wake up on time, and i apologise for that.&lt;br /&gt;man, it was like 10 minutes before i finally realised that i had to get up, and got up.&lt;br /&gt;but eventually, wasn't too late, so that was good. The party at the Loof was suppossed to be awesome, but got cancelled, and was turned into a shite 'ice-cream party' instead. Oh, we took the ice cream, then went up to the hostels to eat it. and we brought food too. coolio.&lt;br /&gt;then, we messed around in the hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eew. corn ice cream. lol&lt;br /&gt;well, corn is pretty awesome, as is ice cream. But they DO NOT go well together! Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 3rd night, which was social night, the food was really just disappointing. Initially, i wanted to go up to take the cam, but eventually skipped social night altogether, since it was kinda boring. megan and i skipped it together.&lt;br /&gt;Also, i felt a bit random after that, and wore my maozedong shirt down. I did a hitler salute to some people too. and also the 'i'm a hippy' pose&lt;br /&gt;Whoopie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day was..&lt;br /&gt;uugh.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have stayed up late.&lt;br /&gt;man, i had to get up at 7, well i set my alarm as that, anyway. but instead, woke up at 7:46.&lt;br /&gt;I totally didn't realise it.&lt;br /&gt;First i heard my HP alarm go off, so i was like UUGH, lemme snooze it.&lt;br /&gt;Then, i heard knocking..&lt;br /&gt;which then stopped after a bit.&lt;br /&gt;So then, i got a phonecall, to tell me to wake up, but i was like uhhhhhh don't want..&lt;br /&gt;so then, i kinda felt guity, so i was like 'well, after the snooze thing goes off i'm waking up'&lt;br /&gt;but then, i still felt guity so i went to check the time.. and HOLY SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;It was 7:48. I thought it was like 7 thats why i snoozed and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I should not stay up late.. SHOULD NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;I shall post the pictures if i'm allowed to. idk man, copyright issues, and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah.&lt;br /&gt;high heels.. basically killed my feet.&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, i was so crap at walking in them, and i almost twisted my feet quite a few times.&lt;br /&gt;aw man.&lt;br /&gt;i was sooo crap that the soles underneath the heel-y part came off from both sides of the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Flats = awesome.&lt;br /&gt;aah.&lt;br /&gt;i feel short when walking in flats man.&lt;br /&gt;SO SO short.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-3381120868201899052?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/3381120868201899052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=3381120868201899052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/3381120868201899052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/3381120868201899052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/06/ok-now-about-smun.html' title='ok, now about SMUN'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-3714671412571861535</id><published>2008-06-07T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T01:52:21.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello (:</title><content type='html'>ok, i have just came back from the SMUN thing.&lt;br /&gt;well, ok. Not just.&lt;br /&gt;I came back like yesterday, but got a smidge lazy to update.&lt;br /&gt;And also because i came back, ate, then fell asleep for like 20 hours.&lt;br /&gt;No shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The UN thing was kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;I think i made a bit of a fool outta myself though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time was just spent slacking, staying up late, and being a bit of a pig.&lt;br /&gt;I found a new position to use the laptop in;&lt;br /&gt;lie down flat on my side, or kinda curled up, and with the laptop on it's side too.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty fun. The events at night so sucked on the 2nd and 3rd night, so i kinda skipped them with my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, i just drank chicken essence cause i felt like it. I felt in a totally nostalgic mood, completely missing 4e4 and the clique.. I used to completely detest chicken essence, but it got me through the O Levels period, and i've actually grown to like it quite a bit. It actually tastes nice! (: haha&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, chicken essence brought back soooo many memories! Memories of staying up till 8am to cram math/amath/science/humanities into my head, the times in 4e4 with my mates...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times we..&lt;br /&gt;crapped in class together&lt;br /&gt;talked so much and so loudly in amath that Mr. Sia would get so pissed&lt;br /&gt;shared sweets in math&lt;br /&gt;talked a lot in free periods&lt;br /&gt;call lesley 'SHML'&lt;br /&gt;rushed down to the canteens on thursdays for spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;and lesley and i would do the..&lt;br /&gt;"YOU MEAN YOU?!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN YOU?!?!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;SO NOW YOU!?!!??!?!!?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;thing we made up.&lt;br /&gt;sang 'jerk it out' just for the sake of sicking people out. (we didn't realise that it was sick before)&lt;br /&gt;sang 'all the small things' by blink-182 (lesley'd sing one line and i'd sing the next etc)&lt;br /&gt;got that insanely awesome EMOHAIR!!! that Mrs. Pek would reprimand us for having, cuz apparently she couldn't see our eyes&lt;br /&gt;the crappy sesh's we'd have during lunch periods&lt;br /&gt;the times jiayi and i would stay back after school to use the grand piano in the hall and sing, and the stuff i'd teach her to play. i guess we really bonded over music and the piano&lt;br /&gt;how jiayi'd be motherly and always worry.. it was really nice (not her worrying part, cause that'd be saddistic of me, and i don't think i'm saddistic.. not that much anyway)&lt;br /&gt;the times i'd annoy carin, my math shifu in amaths lessons on how to do this and that&lt;br /&gt;OMGWTFBBQ - DIFFERENCIATION AND INTEGRATION!! :D so fun! (i'm not mad)&lt;br /&gt;the study sessions, when you people studied and i slacked&lt;br /&gt;going back to school during the 'school holidays' to work my ass off studying for O levels&lt;br /&gt;studying as a school (well part) for math in the canteen&lt;br /&gt;disturbing cynthia, asking her how to answer SBQ, cause i kept forgetting the templates&lt;br /&gt;being soo enthusiastic in history (yes, i like history, i quite miss it, actually..)&lt;br /&gt;gossipping and getting all hyper after that&lt;br /&gt;the birthday surprises&lt;br /&gt;getting PO'd at 'HER'&lt;br /&gt;gossiping some more&lt;br /&gt;the really emo songs i wrote during sec 3 and 4.&lt;br /&gt;the cheery, random stuff lesley &amp;amp; i/ jiayi &amp;amp; i wrote&lt;br /&gt;getting excited over football&lt;br /&gt;HOLLAND!!! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i remember how super blur and oblivious to everything i was in sec 1..&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, i was SO blur in sec1.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Lesley for THAT.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 2, another blur period. I remember how loserish i was then, how antisocial.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3.. still blur, but it got better.&lt;br /&gt;Sec 4.. how i grew up a bit&lt;br /&gt;I promise i'm more mature now, though i don't gurantee my 'lame-ness' has dissipated..&lt;br /&gt;i notice the stuff happening around me more now&lt;br /&gt;i'm still the emo i was then.&lt;br /&gt;JC1 - so many things changed... really, i'm trying to grow up. deal with life more.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, i remember how it all changed in sec 3...&lt;br /&gt;the exchange programme..&lt;br /&gt;how i changed after that.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how my life would be, if i didn't go through that experience..&lt;br /&gt;still so blur? so antisocial? i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'd be a huge total failure in life.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i wouldn't even qualify for JC nor Poly..&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna know, ask. if i feel comfortable enough telling you, i will.&lt;br /&gt;but it'll really take a lot for me to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;So if i do, it means you're special.&lt;br /&gt;I think i wrote about that experience in a compo before, and showed it to a few people, who were quite shocked. Idk.&lt;br /&gt;Pity i'm such a bloody messy person, and lost it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll check later.. to see if its in my english file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, thanks you guys, for waking me up during the O levels period.&lt;br /&gt;For making me studying&lt;br /&gt;For making it known to me that i needed to seriously wake up, stop slacking, and study&lt;br /&gt;making it known to me that it was my future at stake&lt;br /&gt;for staying up with me to study, so that we'd keep each other studying, and there was moral support.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks carin for always helping me in math during the O level period, and science. you were always patient..&lt;br /&gt;for the 4 years........ which i quite hated because i thought the school was bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;but you guys made it so much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, you guys will be fondly remembered in my heart... :D&lt;br /&gt;Ah i miss the times spent fighting over which football club is best.&lt;br /&gt;I'll still say Manchester United. As always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, i suddenly remembered the song i wrote about AHEM. Gosh, i think that was the best one.&lt;br /&gt;I remember showing it to some, and then they wanted to put it on their blogs, but didn't cause it'd be too obvious.&lt;br /&gt;But i think it's the first one i wrote with actual feelings put into it. Not made up shit.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT IT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;Man, i wish i saved it.&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOH i think i saved it in the desktop!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.. *crosses fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4e4'07 WILL live on.&lt;br /&gt;Man, we ruled.&lt;br /&gt;The drama.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;I'll cherish the memories..&lt;br /&gt;always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;On edit, i've thought of many other things to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how O levels was NOT at all as dramatic as i thought it to be. Seriously, JUST doing TYS alone is enough, for math and amath anway, cause the questions roughly follow the same steps everytime anyway.&lt;br /&gt;How i'd shake like EVERYBODY important's hand before a test, and wish people good luck so much they get pretty annoyed. (well, it's the only thing that keeps my nerves at bay really)&lt;br /&gt;the times spent in the hall, in O levels, i totally miss it.&lt;br /&gt;The bloody fan blowing my papers and hair when i sat at the back for amaths paper in the hall&lt;br /&gt;cursing the bloody fan&lt;br /&gt;smirking to myself, as i realised i knew how to do the questions&lt;br /&gt;sleeping at like 8am and waking up at 3pm, studying to much that sometimes, i even forgot to eat.&lt;br /&gt;being to poetic and literature-inclined nearing the lit olevels paper time (where i'd describe light from the streetlamp, and the soft, calm and almost rhythmic pitter patter of the rain, which fyi, smells so bloody awesome(not acid rain though!!!))&lt;br /&gt;loving the study time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, i wish we could just all just go back in time, to that year, where we'd cherish the memories, and live it to the fullest. Where everyone would be focusing on schoolwork adequately, so life wouldn't be so crap now..&lt;br /&gt;I wish i started studying earlier. Because, with the shit effort i put in, i already got 13 points for 3 measely weeks of studying.&lt;br /&gt;What if..?&lt;br /&gt;Oh the unanswered questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed the times back then, when life was not so hectic, not so rough, not so.. packed.&lt;br /&gt;where we were more innocent (me, at least, lol) where we were closer, and cherished each other more.&lt;br /&gt;i feel we're drifting apart.&lt;br /&gt;it's like primary 6 all over again, when people promise not to drift apart, but do in the end..&lt;br /&gt;well, it's not like it's not expected right, shannon?&lt;br /&gt;you're in bloody different schools for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;you're bound to make new friends, find new people to talk to.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;don't shit yourself. It was bound to happen. twas just a matter of when..&lt;br /&gt;we're growing apart, not telling each other stuff anymore, lying, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! serene just msn-ed me, and told me that i'm weird, when we were discussing life, and shit.&lt;br /&gt;but she means that in a 'you're not a robot that follows whatev the goverment wants to to do'-way. Which is pretty much awesome, i'd say. cause i DO NOT want to be a product robot. i want to be ME.&lt;br /&gt;she also says its good because "People make movies on weird people"&lt;br /&gt;Man, i can be famous someday maybe! ROTFL.&lt;br /&gt;In your dreams, shannon.&lt;br /&gt;and now, also, i need to watch indiana jones. apparently. but since i haven't watched the previous ones, i shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;Okie dokie.&lt;br /&gt;On critics..&lt;br /&gt;'It's their job to CRITICISE&lt;br /&gt;They're not COMPLIMENTES!&lt;br /&gt;and they should fuck off'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, now i miss australia again, and the random debate sesh's&lt;br /&gt;gosh serene, i really miss your sarcasm. It's so missing in JC.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i miss your ability to make light of some situations, or make them funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we had sleeepover for drama? Man, the movie commentary = AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;ROTFL.&lt;br /&gt;weirdly enough, i alt tabbed, and when i came back to this page, i read 'sarcasm' as 'orgasm' eew.&lt;br /&gt;WTFYUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i think this is it for now.&lt;br /&gt;but JC friends are awesome. really they are.&lt;br /&gt;schoolio isn't as slack as compared to last year.&lt;br /&gt;i totally feel in the mood to write a song, but need inspiration. (:&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been in a songwriting mood in fricken AGES. So this is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-3714671412571861535?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/3714671412571861535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=3714671412571861535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/3714671412571861535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/3714671412571861535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello.html' title='hello (:'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-4275938562198824295</id><published>2008-05-27T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T15:09:07.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the holidays are kicking my ass.</title><content type='html'>it really is exceedingly boring.&lt;br /&gt;REALLY REALLY REALLY.&lt;br /&gt;What i've did today:&lt;br /&gt;woke up at an ungodly hour of 3am, funnily enough, apparently thats the most unholy hour of all. as in, the most demonic hour of the day.&lt;br /&gt;But shouldn't it be 0706? since its 0666, but since that doesn't exist so 0706 should be the unholiest hour.&lt;br /&gt;OK. so what i did:&lt;br /&gt;bathe&lt;br /&gt;turn on the laptop and play maplestory, since no one, and i mean NO ONE was online.&lt;br /&gt;let my brother use the laptop&lt;br /&gt;crap some on msn with serene&lt;br /&gt;have lunch&lt;br /&gt;watch TV (Mythbusters &amp;amp; some FBI show)&lt;br /&gt;organise JC notes and tutorials&lt;br /&gt;practice some math&lt;br /&gt;play maplestory (this time, my bro forced me)&lt;br /&gt;and now, blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like watching ironman, though i think superman&gt;ironman, but i don't really care, since i'm hecka bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, i remember, i'll have to do the quiz later.&lt;br /&gt;SHANNON, DO THE QUIZ LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. the end. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-4275938562198824295?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/4275938562198824295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=4275938562198824295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/4275938562198824295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/4275938562198824295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/05/holidays-are-kicking-my-ass.html' title='the holidays are kicking my ass.'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-930625527707979542.post-5019530506913545746</id><published>2008-05-26T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:57:04.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>ok, so i finally gave in, and got myself a public blog. Alrightey then!&lt;br /&gt;meh. ok i need to remember to do the quiz steph 'tagged' me with, later.&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;My bro wants to play maplestory now.&lt;br /&gt;Shannon bids you adieu.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;damn bored lah.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/930625527707979542-5019530506913545746?l=letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/feeds/5019530506913545746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=930625527707979542&amp;postID=5019530506913545746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/5019530506913545746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/930625527707979542/posts/default/5019530506913545746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letsputa-smile-onthatface.blogspot.com/2008/05/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Shannon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14199129085977635580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
