<?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-6439080</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:30:45.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isabel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>571</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115675808756485485</id><published>2006-08-28T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T17:41:27.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHEER ME UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel DOWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN. sensitive i guess. too much to ppl's reactions and all that crap. blasting music from player now. heck about my poor neighbour. which i never found out which floor that guy lived on anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's another bout of delayed pms. where you hormones just makes you feel so lousy. god. i rmb feeling like this last year. well. smth like this. but diff causes anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time's moving too fast. or seem to move too fast. it's like that qn priya ask me today. why does your speed seem twice as fast when you look at your image in the mirror. took me a half a minute to answer that. if you ask me smth psycological. give me two months and i'll get back at you. i seem to be LOOKING forward to the 16th of NOVEMBER. REMEMBER THE SIXTEENTH OF NOVEMBER((:. gosh. i can barely wait.. god help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. ecky's leaving. i'm sad.. duh=l. not that we can do nothing to prevent it. she's not coming back at all. not during farewell assembly. NOR. graduation night. NOR. o level result day. oh well. leeds they say. haha. but still the strong arsenal fan. shall give her smth on teachers day. i'll start thinking of what after english prelims. SIGH.=lll. we won't even get to do it in the comforts of the school hall. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing u2 now. seems to fit my mood. while i'm waiting for szeling to come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suprising how horrible it feels to be happy one moment. and then realise that you're just filled with too many insecurities and unhappiness. i really i can never be satisfied with a blank look. i never like the feeling of ppl not responding to me. or just being tired around me. well. but i guess it just depends. you know what sucks the most. is when people don't say their feelings out loud. if you have a problem with somehow. you should just say it out. it frustrates me to see someone hate me and not say it. i mean i think i'd rather know that not know. sometimes ignorance isn't bliss. what you keep inside is not nec the best thing. you know ppl say in a relationship, a problem you don't bring up. if you don't talk about it. and you're fine with that. it's just one less thing to quarrel about. you don't argue about it. ntn will go wrong. now that's just screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i feel much better now. just took a bathe. i SMELL OF PEACHES AND CREAM. yum. it says passionfruit on the bottle. but heck. i smell and feel good. i love bathes. esp cold ones. (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115675808756485485?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115675808756485485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115675808756485485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115675808756485485' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115675808649801170</id><published>2006-08-28T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T17:41:26.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHEER ME UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel DOWNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN. sensitive i guess. too much to ppl's reactions and all that crap. blasting music from player now. heck about my poor neighbour. which i never found out which floor that guy lived on anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's another bout of delayed pms. where you hormones just makes you feel so lousy. god. i rmb feeling like this last year. well. smth like this. but diff causes anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time's moving too fast. or seem to move too fast. it's like that qn priya ask me today. why does your speed seem twice as fast when you look at your image in the mirror. took me a half a minute to answer that. if you ask me smth psycological. give me two months and i'll get back at you. i seem to be LOOKING forward to the 16th of NOVEMBER. REMEMBER THE SIXTEENTH OF NOVEMBER((:. gosh. i can barely wait.. god help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. ecky's leaving. i'm sad.. duh=l. not that we can do nothing to prevent it. she's not coming back at all. not during farewell assembly. NOR. graduation night. NOR. o level result day. oh well. leeds they say. haha. but still the strong arsenal fan. shall give her smth on teachers day. i'll start thinking of what after english prelims. SIGH.=lll. we won't even get to do it in the comforts of the school hall. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing u2 now. seems to fit my mood. while i'm waiting for szeling to come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suprising how horrible it feels to be happy one moment. and then realise that you're just filled with too many insecurities and unhappiness. i really i can never be satisfied with a blank look. i never like the feeling of ppl not responding to me. or just being tired around me. well. but i guess it just depends. you know what sucks the most. is when people don't say their feelings out loud. if you have a problem with somehow. you should just say it out. it frustrates me to see someone hate me and not say it. i mean i think i'd rather know that not know. sometimes ignorance isn't bliss. what you keep inside is not nec the best thing. you know ppl say in a relationship, a problem you don't bring up. if you don't talk about it. and you're fine with that. it's just one less thing to quarrel about. you don't argue about it. ntn will go wrong. now that's just screwed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i feel much better now. just took a bathe. i SMELL OF PEACHES AND CREAM. yum. it says passionfruit on the bottle. but heck. i smell and feel good. i love bathes. esp cold ones. (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115675808649801170?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115675808649801170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115675808649801170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115675808649801170' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115572311547182032</id><published>2006-08-16T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T18:11:55.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;moved:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gowest-.blogspot.com"&gt;http://gowest-.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;please relink(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115572311547182032?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115572311547182032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115572311547182032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115572311547182032' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115494854742183463</id><published>2006-08-07T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:02:27.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my brain is SLOWLY regaining it's power to think. haha. my lessons today have been a total stoner. okay. let's see. for the last week. what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. speech day. nasty. i hated it. boring like shit. half of the seniors came back. that guy wasn't even there for like half an hour. and they spent so much effort. and i wasn't even in the hall when he came in. we were too busy getting chauffered around because the parents who came LATE didn't have a place to sit. and at the end of the day, our row which was cleared wasn't even taken. gosh.  &lt;br /&gt;dancing was fun. keep getting my photo taken. all my photographic karma is coming back to me alr. sucks. was out of school before 2. quite shocking. cuz it seemed longer.&lt;br /&gt;went for nat day preview after that. it was funny. kept laughing at my mum. she's damn adorable!. silly like hell(:. my brother was surprisingly nice. he was taking pictures and stuff. how unlike him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was spent for the entire weekend. didn't do much anw. the school week after was horrible. we had like 6 tests? 5 in the end cuz physics was postponed. gosh. friday's ss mock was HORRIBLE. that teacher who invigilated. gosh. i wondered who stole his panties. he was screaming at us cuz we were slow. he commited a few teachers NO NO. 1)he yelled at us. on the top of his lungs. just because we couldn't pack out bags fast enough. gosh CHILLL. he looked like he was gonna get a bloody heart attack. 2)he left us with the question paper and told us not to start. and left the classroom. like hello? are you retarded?? why can't you just let us START? and besides you gave us a chance to discuss and everything. 3)he nearly yelled at us AGAIN. gosh. irritating bugger. he should go for anger management. he can't make it through a teacher career being that way. attitude's all wrong. gosh. we didn't even piss you off in the first place. no point screaming at us. just making your life miserable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. other than that. so far my week's been pretty okay. mind still trying to gear up after the weekend. ppl keep iming me. haha. shall answer them later. that bar keeps blinking. thank god no sound. i can't stand it. my brother keeps changing my com settings. bugger..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;oh i found out that guy from the gym lives in my block. haha. small world.. i never knew.. see you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115494854742183463?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115494854742183463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115494854742183463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115494854742183463' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115409452871684169</id><published>2006-07-28T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:48:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE GREEN MARTIANS WILL RULE THE EARTH((:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i love them. they stole my heart and never gave it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. okay izzy is MAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr's speech day(:. gng to do hw and sleep soon. haha. i FEEL like watching vmars or house(:. it came today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum just told me this story about a man who wanted to rob a GUN shop with a knife. the BEST thing was that EVERYBODY had a gun on their hands. haha. and obviously, he got shot. LOL. funny((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115409452871684169?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115409452871684169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115409452871684169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115409452871684169' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115409300709161399</id><published>2006-07-28T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:23:27.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love my life simple(:. simple and clean. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115409300709161399?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115409300709161399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115409300709161399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115409300709161399' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115409094806040059</id><published>2006-07-28T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T20:49:08.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey((:. changing my blog skin. at least in the midst of it(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checking out youtube stuff again. and doing mindless quizzes. lol(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't feel like blogging much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched lake house. stupid STUPID movie. haha. ginette was like laughing at every scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drools over the car(:. lol. i think i know what to fill in as my background picture. GRINS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115409094806040059?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115409094806040059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115409094806040059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115409094806040059' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115399626302190599</id><published>2006-07-27T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T18:31:03.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey(:. just finished three hours of cip. my last time i'm gng there(:. haha. quite happy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. today was a DAMN funny day. esp in amaths(:. haha died laughing. the stupid "idiot test" and miss saifa. omfg((:. one of the most memorable day of this term. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started on a new book(:. on european history. really cool(:. love it. so far at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. my feet are sore. shall go bathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115399626302190599?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115399626302190599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115399626302190599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115399626302190599' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115391419619686484</id><published>2006-07-26T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T19:43:16.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the green martians are having a late pms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am angry at my brother. and is accusing him blindly for the result of the slow com i have in my hands now. ever since he started borrowing ours because his com broke down, [i don't get why should we have to pay for his misfortune] [as if his selfishness isn't enough] [he's an ass. caused me a headache becuase he hit me.] [i hate him smths.] [funny stories won't get always get your what you want.] [and he keeps bugging me. why can't he live my computer alone?? why does he have to invade my privacy on the com] [ as if it's not bad enough he can't live me alone AT HOME. ass.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am angry at all the random ppl only. i HATE their lian talk. gosh. all the x and z and the stupid short forms. it takes one person longer to read and understand it than to type it. such people should be banned. such irritants. i don't get them. and all the stupid stupid stupid quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am angry at the stupid internet people who WILL NOT STOP BUGGING ME. i don't get them=l. why can't they live me alone. i should put a sign saying "please don't bug me" written on my forehead. to replace the one that says. "please come to me, i am bored. please tell me all your stupid stories and trouble. i will laugh and react just like a real person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am feeling angry=l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying a new style of writing my lit essay. hopefully to get me my a1(:. i can hit 18 and 19. i want my 20s(:. haha. i hope it works and not backfires. haha. my content is there, accord to miss saifa [thanks((:.][she fell for the "idiot test" today. funny] my content is there. but my style of writing isn't quite there yet. trying to change it now. hoping i don't loose my content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like an ass. an irritating one. gosh=ll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. cooling down alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115391419619686484?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115391419619686484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115391419619686484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115391419619686484' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115372877342785583</id><published>2006-07-24T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T16:12:53.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. haha. help eunice edit the file names. haha. it's like an ocd(:. lol. i love doing this kind of stuff. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. today's quite okay. had fun in school. as always(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115372877342785583?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115372877342785583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115372877342785583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115372877342785583' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115365631480312601</id><published>2006-07-23T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T20:05:14.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey(: went malaysia today. haha. was quite fun. slept all the way back. all 2 hours of it. lol(:. listened to my new music. HAPPY like shit. i love them songs. thanks sze((:. haha. bought a couple of things for baey and ahshi. lol. i wouldn't for myself. lol. but i've never seen it before... wait. when was the last time i went to giant anw. i hope they haven't seen it before anw. oh bothers(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro's blasting music and playing the guitar. haha. hope the neighbours don't complain. haha. it's all the standards. i should get him to play other songs. wonder why he hasn't picked up the bass in a LONG while. it's always the guitar. haha. shall ask him later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gng out for dinner shortly. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a horrible witch. lol(:. well. wouldn't want to risk another broken heart. lol. that's quite sad actually. woops. said too much. haha. xu hui is so horrible........ in more ways than one. bothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been feeling stupid lately. can't think. sighs. i should get my study engine gng. shall revise ss on monday(: hope i have the time. tonight got to finish up the last 3/4 of my lit essay. haha. and amaths 3 eqns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. what's this song!!!. oh. OH. 3 doors down, here without you or smth. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. shall stop here. in the mood for typing though. gosh. i had a sudden flash back about those fanfics i used to right in sec 2. i don't know whether to shudder or relish that. lol!. but i guess back then a smile or two was still genuine. before everything was.... nasty. haha. at least i'm happier now.(:. still i don't know how to cope with saying goodbye. gosh=l. i'd hate to see the friendships broken and stuffs. it's just sad i guess. appreciating every breathing moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny. i refuse to read all the reports about the earthquakes and tsunamis. it's heartwretching. worse when you are helpless. there's ntn else you can do but to pray for them and be extremely grateful about what you have now(: being grateful. smth i'm trying hard to be. haha. it took me 15+ years to figure out how to be grateful to my rents. lol. i guess that's how long i take to warm up to a person? i don't know. i don't do it much with ppl. always cold. i'm quite tired of making new friends really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bothers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115365631480312601?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115365631480312601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115365631480312601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115365631480312601' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115357547942422277</id><published>2006-07-22T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T21:37:59.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey(: i'm elated!((:. happy like shit. got new songs. GRINS. perhap for the roady tmr. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was amusing them in english today. with chablis' oestrogen shots. haha. it started with the thailand thingy. to the tranvesite. and then how they have to shoot oestrogen. and all the stuff after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm suppose to blog. but i ended up chatting with ppl. shall stop here anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115357547942422277?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115357547942422277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115357547942422277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115357547942422277' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115357547668466017</id><published>2006-07-22T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T21:37:57.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey(: i'm elated!((:. happy like shit. got new songs. GRINS. perhap for the roady tmr. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was amusing them in english today. with chablis' oestrogen shots. haha. it started with the thailand thingy. to the tranvesite. and then how they have to shoot oestrogen. and all the stuff after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm suppose to blog. but i ended up chatting with ppl. shall stop here anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115357547668466017?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115357547668466017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115357547668466017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115357547668466017' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115347588204805340</id><published>2006-07-21T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T17:58:02.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. saw tey's bf today. haha. he's so cute(:. lol. she's got good taste. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall attempt to look for my songs i want. maybe tmr. hmmmms(:. tmr gng to school for english. la(:. then gng sze's house. after buying lunch. i decided i want mashed potatoes and sushi. yum(:. sushi from cold storage. cuz it's cheap and you don't expect much from the quality of it, thats what makes it good. haha. think i'm gng malacca tmr. i realised my com cannot open too many windows if not it will lag. it alr is in the words forming on the com. haha. lag by what. one second? lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. got this cool pair of MAROON-ISH RED AND GREEN bangles from priya(:. haha. wanted to pay her. but she didn't let me. oh bothers. anw!. it's the PORTUGAL colours. haha. racial harmony day today. i HATE the spotlights. it's like sitting under an examinating table, like those experimental rats or smth. freaking hot. slowly heats up your body. and then later you'd be sweating during lessons. please larh. the spot lights DON'T EVEN SHINE TO THE STAGE. the school is retard. anw. they were adjusting the spots ytd. they shined a couple on the band. haha. anw. i pity them. it's gonna be freaking hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slacking now. shall do weekend assignments tonight. and maybe lit(:. aye. made a stuyd plan. with the suggestion of an exclass. haha. shall complete so and so topics by this weekend.((:. haha. can't wait for tmr. i love those cold cold supermarket sushi. for some weird reason. seriously. it isn't good quality. but it holds a certain niceness to it. haha. like yuting's sushi. she made some last night. haha. the stuff were all at one side larh. cute. we ate it all up. WOOPS?? haha. left one for her night study. lol(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eunic was funny today. her sari. she could BARELY walk in it. haha.(:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. shall stop here. got other stuff to do anw. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115347588204805340?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115347588204805340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115347588204805340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115347588204805340' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115313497887718388</id><published>2006-07-17T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T19:16:18.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol.checking out the ihateronaldo.com. haha. he's a horrible sportsman. ahshi will protest. but it's true. puts the portugese to disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. went on a song overdrive&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;br /&gt;bro home&lt;br /&gt;bathe&lt;br /&gt;brb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. today got listening compre. shall call my tutor after dinner. i think i got a LIL confidence that i might get full marks. NOT sure yet=l. but wishful hoping. haha. okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dnt feel like blogging much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115313497887718388?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115313497887718388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115313497887718388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115313497887718388' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115269792467826440</id><published>2006-07-12T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T17:52:04.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trying to look for that youtube video. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. school was quite okay. slowly getting that i really need to buck up. haven't hit me yet. poop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really into blogging much. somewhat depressed by stuff. it's just strange. oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you!((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115269792467826440?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115269792467826440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115269792467826440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115269792467826440' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115233864270801793</id><published>2006-07-08T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T14:04:02.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. haha. tmr morning got match. GRINS((:. com LAG. poop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't get quite enough of the world cup. weird schedule. com still lagging. beginning to hate fujitsu all over again. hmm. after the o's prob get a new labtop. grins(: yupp. com def lagging like SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh=l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. my DAD has been throwing tantrum. pms whore... bothers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday has been hateful. practically ran out of school. couldn't STAND it alr.=l. damn it. stuck in that hell hole til 4pm. SIAN. seriously. sian!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115233864270801793?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115233864270801793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115233864270801793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115233864270801793' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115209777053996526</id><published>2006-07-05T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T19:09:30.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PORTUGAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg(((: i'll be so heart broken if they lost. i think they can play well. though i think it's because of their coach. but heck. they have good players!!. i can ALMOST prac name their entire team out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. SAD. germany lost. gosh. i don't even support them that much. and i'm sad. i wonder what i'll do if portugal looses. choy!. but hey. haha. anw. OMG. that last minute goal was nice!!. i was totally expecting penalties larh! anw. it was a nice goal((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. if france looses. i can imagine the expressions of saifa and ecky's face. LOL. anw. shan't be a sadist. may whoeve wins((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. dinner time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat early, sleep early, wake early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115209777053996526?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115209777053996526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115209777053996526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115209777053996526' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115192293068323460</id><published>2006-07-03T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:35:30.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. PORTUGAL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;grins.&lt;br /&gt;GO PORTUGAL&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was damn high when they obv won((:. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch the semis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRINS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115192293068323460?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115192293068323460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115192293068323460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115192293068323460' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115175264653746492</id><published>2006-07-01T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T19:17:26.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GO PORTUGAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! haha. you guys will bit england IN THEIR FACE dudes((:. ENGLAND does not deserve to go into the semis. like HELLO. any sane person who has been watching their matches in the finals so far, can see that they are playing like headless chickens who win because the other lesser known countries are in awe with that blond guy with kids and a famous girlfriend. aka beckham. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey!. omg. new moon is wicked((:. read the first chpt. GRINS. eager for more. haha. you can never really get enough of it you know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg. panic! at the disco frontman LOOKS like the killers front man. the way he acts. anw. love their songs. new found love. it what. took me 7 months after xu hui sent me their album to get it. LOL. smth wrong with me. i like morbid hate songs like this. lol(:. the part where things screw up and stuff. woops? the groom in the video is hot((:. GRINS. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW. i love panic!. gosh. kick me for being slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the entire high school musical alr. mum just showed me an article on it. shall read it later. cleared 1 gb on my player. that's like 19 albums. so that sze can put it in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i have another panic! song stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOUTUBE.((: absolutely god sent. haha. okay. i need to go do some stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115175264653746492?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115175264653746492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115175264653746492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115175264653746492' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115166000641560511</id><published>2006-06-30T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T17:33:26.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>words of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If You Don't Give My Football Back&lt;br /&gt;I'm Gonna Get My Dad On You&lt;br /&gt;I Only Kicked It Over Your Fence&lt;br /&gt;And Broke A Silly Gnome Or Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey. i'd just watched 8/10 parts of high school musical from like youtube. haha. i'm crazy. loving that song they performed. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is like. take izzy's valuables and see how long it takes for her to realise it's gone day. well. the 2nd time wasn't intentional. ANW. sze tricked! me into letting her take my phone or smth. i could have SWORN she said "i put the post-it box in the table orh" and i said yea. somehow she slipped "i take your phone okay?" in it. absent-minded izzy fell for it. it's NOT good to do stuff to ppl like that who are packing OKAY. blarh. anw. had some class party think. free lunch. quite cool. THANKS MRS CHIA. haha. and then. i saw like eunice and the bus stop. she was waving and stuff. so i wanted to look for my phone. realised it wasn't in my bag and stuff. and sze and gin HAPPILY decide to tell me. i thought i left it in class in my hurry to leave. gosh. and they were like running away from me larh. didn't know. omg=lll. haha. i feel so stupid. anw. before i boarded the train. i handed eunic my wallet. so that i could adjust my bag and stuff. and i happily got of at JURONG without my wallet. haha. BOTHERS.=ll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you. i am the fucking EASIEST to steal smth from okay???? ANW. i wasted money on another clear file. haha. with like the grad night money. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRINS. i got that SAMSUNG D820 and the JOSE +10 commercial SONGS. GRINS. i can't get the samsung commercial though. i shall go look later. GRINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words of the day:&lt;br /&gt;If You Don't Give My Football Back&lt;br /&gt;I'm Gonna Get My Dad On You&lt;br /&gt;I Only Kicked It Over Your Fence&lt;br /&gt;And Broke A Silly Gnome Or Two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by that guy who sang the jose +10 song. GRINS. i'm crazy today. la((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115166000641560511?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115166000641560511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115166000641560511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115166000641560511' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115114794207888191</id><published>2006-06-24T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T19:19:02.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>look at all the PRETTY VASES!!!((: loveeee them vases(((((((((((((((((((((:&lt;br /&gt;thanks xu hui for the pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/346/1600/all%20the%20lovely%20vases%28%28%28%28%3B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/346/320/all%20the%20lovely%20vases%28%28%28%28%3B.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115114794207888191?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115114794207888191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115114794207888191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115114794207888191' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115114513897694653</id><published>2006-06-24T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T18:32:19.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>venice((:. GRINS. &lt;br /&gt;eating bread now. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;and i swear by bakerzin's cakes((:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. anw. MY BIRTHDAY IS OVER. yays((:. i always like after birthday feelings. haha. i dunno why. much more pleasant. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woops. com lag. haha((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. there's ntn to blog about. i dread monday. when i HAVE to begin studying. i'm still in the dream mode. haha. gosh. i hate thinking of all the undone revising. sucks to feel that way. knowing that EVERYONE else have AT LEAST revised smth in the hols and YOU didn't. haha. well. it ALMOST sucks to be me. well. no. not really. i'm pretty lucky in pretty much everything else. haha. who am i complaining to? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115114513897694653?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115114513897694653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115114513897694653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115114513897694653' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115104602683231743</id><published>2006-06-23T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:00:26.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks to: &lt;br /&gt;chantel&lt;br /&gt;alex&lt;br /&gt;prata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. can't rack my brain for more. decided to quit pigging and vegetating on my chair AND go do smth productive. maybe a book or smth.=l. twilight isn't with me. DAMN=l, still with eunic. haha. bothers. WHEN school reopens then. haha. i feel so dead. lol. nothing interesting today anw. i shall go kill myself or smth. to make up smth. i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think birthdays are overrated. you wait one whole year for it to happen again. and when it does. it doesn't seem any different. NOR special. i think the novelty is wearing out on me. there's nothing nice. no surprises. no extra goodies. Y.A.W.N. well. maybe that's only me. haha. you wouldn't know. lol((:. anw. i shall probably go drown myself. celebrate this special day i share with everyone else with the same birthdate. i still, unfortunately. do not get this day.=lll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!!!(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my spagetthi!=x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115104602683231743?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115104602683231743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115104602683231743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115104602683231743' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115103780829941810</id><published>2006-06-23T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T12:44:38.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks to&lt;br /&gt;adilah x2&lt;br /&gt;manda&lt;br /&gt;wei han&lt;br /&gt;sze ling&lt;br /&gt;eunice&lt;br /&gt;alicia&lt;br /&gt;wei hong&lt;br /&gt;dad&lt;br /&gt;mum&lt;br /&gt;bro [for the card he never signed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. yea. HAHA. thanks anw(:&lt;br /&gt;hope i didn't forget anyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115103780829941810?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115103780829941810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115103780829941810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115103780829941810' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115103681172282647</id><published>2006-06-23T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T12:26:51.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115103681172282647?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115103681172282647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115103681172282647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115103681172282647' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115103418082261160</id><published>2006-06-23T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T11:43:00.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey(:. it's my birthday((:. haha. okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. I'M ADDICTED TO PUZZLE BOBBLE!. i used to love to play it when i was younger. twenty cents a game. haha. i dled it on my phone. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW. eunic's HOOKED on twilight. see? izzy recommend GOOD books. wait. GOOD. doesn't even begin to describe it. FABULOUS. maybe. haha. more of smth that gets you addicted and hooked to it. like drugs. LOL. not a very good analogy. but heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. now i'm getting weird stuff on friendster. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmms. ntn much to blog about anw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115103418082261160?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115103418082261160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115103418082261160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115103418082261160' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115097621180177643</id><published>2006-06-22T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T19:36:51.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg=lll. i'm DYING. from the lack of photos taken. gosh=l. i feel so.... un photoish. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's just me doing some crap bimbo talk. HAHA. okay. weird sense of humour..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. yea. OMG. i haven't taken a picture in like. ages? gosh=l. anw. i'm fucking hungry=l. poop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought this damn nice cake from bakerzin. yum. i think i've mentioned this alr. haha. TMR i'm gng blue mist. YUM((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spagetti and fries((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115097621180177643?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115097621180177643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115097621180177643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115097621180177643' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115097407872749752</id><published>2006-06-22T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T19:01:18.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my bro STOLE my adidas "impossible is nothing" poster. damn him. okay. newspaper cutout. STILL!. gosh!=ll. anw. it's the one you see in mrt station. that one in city hall. that small kid facing all half of the adidas sponsored countries famous ballers. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. GRINS((:. i dunno why. just felt like it. tmr's my sixteenth((:. and i asked for SIXTEEN candles. haha. think fob. LOL((:. anw. my bro's bathing. soon... he'd be BUGGING me again. got a nasty sore throat. shall go back to school on saturday for english. haha. tonight got czech and italy match((:. grins. TMR night got SPAIN!!. grins. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. blabbering. ntn much to blog about today. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115097407872749752?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115097407872749752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115097407872749752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115097407872749752' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115034097640128427</id><published>2006-06-15T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T11:09:36.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SPAIN WON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!((:.&lt;/span&gt; more on that later anws. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey(:. today is a on off rainy day. today is also... WAFFLE DAY((:. and ali might also be gng. what a plus((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday went watch SHE'S THE MAN((:. awesome flick. haha. that guy is so hot. they wouldn't believe me when i told them. HAH. (:. we studied a little after that. we sort of made an impromtu trip down to town. blew 20 on cab fares. haha. okay 19.80 to be exact. same diff. anw. it was fun(:. we were actually "early" for a movie. grins. it's been a long time since we actually "planned" for a movie. it's usually just like reaching ten mins before and rushing in. having lousy seats. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. xu hui's right. my blog looks childish once you read it again. oh bothers. but i DID receive this awesome air mail from him. haha. wicked. all the stamps and stuff. okay. i'm easily amused i admit. suprisingly. i could read his handwriting. LOL. takes one to know one aye? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. WAFFLE day is today. gosh. now i'm feeling like a hyperactive small child..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE READ finish twilight. AGAIN((: LOVE it. ((:. gosh i can't wait for the sequel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the spain vs ukraine match ROCKED. four goals baby((:. haha. i have a video of one in my phone. who knew my phone could do that? anw. it's my screen saver. haha. awesome match though. okay. i'm BIAS. being a supporter and all. SO FAR. all the teams i've supporter have not lost a match((:. PORTUGAL SPAIN and ENGLAND. grins. okay. the england one was only recent. i mean. more than half of singapore SUPPORTS england anw. HAHA((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115034097640128427?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115034097640128427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115034097640128427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115034097640128427' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-115010886119614109</id><published>2006-06-12T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T18:41:01.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>songs: &lt;br /&gt;--QUEEN&lt;br /&gt;--YELLOWCARD&lt;br /&gt;--JACK'S MANNEQUIN&lt;br /&gt;--PANIC! AT THE DISCO&lt;br /&gt;--THE CRANBERRIES&lt;br /&gt;--CREED&lt;br /&gt;--THIRD EYED BLIND&lt;br /&gt;--NO DOUBT&lt;br /&gt;--BON JOVI&lt;br /&gt;--RED HOT CHILLI PEPPERS&lt;br /&gt;--SUGARCULT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey. i went borders today. after a very boring and quite pointless. well almost. if i had paid attention. lit seminar thingy. bought my TWILIGHT BOOK((:. GRINS. so happy. and bought blender. it's some mag. adult i think. about music. they had FOB. on the cover. yea. blew 11 bucks out of my pocket. sze and her spending spree. LOL. anw. i haven't read it yet. sighs. who asked girlfriend to turn so... common. gosh. when things get common. there's no novelty to it. it gets. BORING. and it gets OLD. what's the fun having smth everybody ELSE has? that's why i'm running away from the trends. gosh. this msg is like 3.10 EXTRA. gosh. who asked STUPID me to bring the MAG to school. it would HAVE NEVER have gotten so COMMON alr. GOSH. i hate myself. but oh wells. who said i still can't enjoy it? but it'd be more common. anw. blender looks nice((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have some song stuck in my head. i can't rmb what. bohemian raphsody playing on the stereo now. i like it. it's like bits and pieces of smth. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physics tuition was okay(:. i understood a whole lot of things now. haha. he has a funny laugh. he couldn't believe my brother got into chem engineering in NTU. funny. well. neither could i. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. 11yearolds are BUGGING ME. i hate them=l. well. which isn't really fair. since i don't know them. but they seem awfully DESPERATE. ouchies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-115010886119614109?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115010886119614109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/115010886119614109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115010886119614109' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114985570920578526</id><published>2006-06-09T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T20:21:49.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm still getting used to the fact of getting judged. i mean. the celebrities aren't the only getting it. but it's just plain weird. to hear your own words and actions getting commented on. i mean. there's such a thing as constructive criticism and that's fine by me. but there's also a thin fine line between that and plain bitching. i can't really stand that bit. though i'm a guilty offender of that. but at least my comments aren't snide and neither are they condescending. i tried that you know. walking past a person. wondering what would it be like if i were them and i walked pass. i'd admit. i do know what it feels like. to be caught doing smth. and wondering if a passer-by would laugh at you or mock you or smth. i always catch myself before i make a snide comment in my head. thinking i was like them a long time ago. i'm quite unaffected by it in public places now. but there's still this air of uncertainty, whether your certain action would get commented on or joked about or praised. you wouldn't know. and smths a part of you want to hear another say "you're good" or "she's pretty cool" but then again. part of you know. that in reality that's smth you don't want to be. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rambles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho. i don't like being judged. that just kind of sucks. to know your every movement would get commented on or mocked about. that's not a nice feeling. but yet somehow. i can feel eyes boring onto me. i can practically imagine their thoughts. and then i'd get all self-conscious. at least now i don't fake in front of ppl anymore just to impress someone. although sometimes i do laugh a little too loudly but i usually catch myself before that happens. and at least i'm not that fake anymore. i was quite surprised at that ability to do that. or maybe i've changed? i don't know. it's just weird. it's like a face you put on. to every different person you act differently. now i understand how xh does that. i didn't at first. " why not be who you really are" i used to think to myself. dismissing that thought of having such acts. but i then realise. it's not like you are going to be a different person but it's more of how you present yourself to the other. well. at least it's smth like that. i can't put my thoughts into words. gosh. my eyes are getting all unfocused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm reading this book eunic lent me. "the midnighters" really cool. but i don't get the geeze of the story yet. i understand it and all. but i've never read such a storyline before. it isn't your normal hero villian type. and neither do i know the focus of the book. well. if there was. it'd be pretty broad. i have that john berendt book in my room. mum borrowed it from the libe. the hols are here. i can start reading as long as i want to again. and besides. there's a reason for me to stay up late at night for. the world cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. i'm a sucker for such big events. olympics. winter olympics. euros. the world cup. aye(:. not to mention concerts. though i'd rather be there live. but that's a hard thing to do. convincing my rents to let me go. but that's a whole other story all tgt. anw. tonight i shall watch the match.(:. i'm supporting portugal and spain anw(:. and a whole lot of other countries that i seem to like. haha. anw. i miss my friend. it's weird not having someone to spam with. okay. crap* with. well. funny. i can go for months without saying a word. but then consciously knowing that he's gone away for a month too expensive to crap for long, you sort of feel weird. haha. anw. funny. it's that saying again. you're never miss it til it's gone. which is true. if you work it out psycologically. your mind working and all. that's pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd realised i wouldn't mind growing up studying geography. with all the freak weather and all. sooner or later all the books and knowledge did be a little outdated. though knowing the basics and the has beens are still necessary but the world climate is changing. gosh. monsoon didn't even come this year. funny. well. not a lot of north wind anw. weird. it makes me wonder anw. will things be the same when i grow up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i realise i'm too fickle to keep a proper career. my interests can be anything and everything under the sun. my current phase. it's hard for me to pick something and settle down with it. because, if you give me a subject. any subject. i'd be happy to sit down and work with it. i have seriously no objections to anything. well. as long as it isn't morally wrong to myself. as in. studying people is okay. but practicing what isn't morally right isn't okay for me. aye. other than that i'm pretty cool with anything. i wonder that's considered being lost. or being eager to learn. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised despite my UNTIDYNESS. as everybody who knows me would say i am. i'm rather anal at heart. haha. go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114985570920578526?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114985570920578526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114985570920578526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114985570920578526' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114985154907676203</id><published>2006-06-09T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:12:29.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. you know with all the talk about careers and everything. i realised i would be perfectly content in making a respectable living. having at least 50k in my back account. and being a housewive. haha. but of course not after travelling around the world to whereever i want. haha. big dream on that part. first, i must be making LOADS in order to get that. AND. considering the fact that the world hasn't burn down in all the tragedies. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells. a girl can dream can't she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i have to figure out some way to get those episodes. unless filzah doesn't mind. haha. but i hate troubling ppl. LOL. now. that's ironic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. NO ONE. went to eat waffles with me. oh bothers. had an UBER filling lunches at home. who knew ONE quiche was THAT filling. bah=l. i didn't eat much dinner. wait. i COULDN'T eat dinner at all. think i'll be full til like tmr's lunch or smth. haha. baey and sze coming over. eunic might be. haha. going to do chem(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell. i hate email spam. irritating. point systems. invitations. it's STUPID to get sucked into it. haha. hooked. precisely. hooked's the word. thank you random person who just signed on with that in your msn nickname. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i'm trying to check out myspace. LOL. check this out&lt;br /&gt;some guy: For my birthday I got a humidifier and a de-humidifier... I put them in the same room and let them fight it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!. cute(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i shan't blog more. SEE YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114985154907676203?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114985154907676203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114985154907676203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114985154907676203' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114967977005249564</id><published>2006-06-07T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T19:29:30.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. five mins before dinner. tried finding the vm website. nearly got it((:. GRINS.almost there. i just have to wait. haha. hopefully can get through larh. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i announce. I AM OFFICIALLY SICK OF SWEET AND JUNK FOOD=ll. bleah. except for kinda surprises. urgh=l. i don't think i can eat anymore sweets. i think i shall bring some nuts to snack on. so much healthier. but then again... MOBIL'S OPENING UP TMR((:. gosh. i rmb complaining at the start of the holidays. and i CAN'T BELIEVE IT. it's the 2nd week's WEDNESDAY alr. gosh. i can't stand it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bird owes me my 2/3? cds. gosh. i want them back. i want to listen! to them. i hope she comes tmr. gosh. i shall call her. IN CASE she forgets to bring them on friday or thursday. gosh. i hate it when ppl won't volunteerily return stuff before me bugging them. not that bird did that before. but yea. it was since the MY. i want my cd!((:. i want to listen to them. egggs.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. ntn else alr. quite bored really. spent a lil time playing xbox. and did emaths. i'm half way there((:. grins. ooooh. there's gonna be chicken wings for dinner. GRINS(((:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. i'm craving for coffee? no it's sweeet. i'm resenting sweets. damn. no chocs. except for kinda surprise. i won a kinda bueno today. haha. snatched up by thte c2 "pigs" they're funny like hell larh((:. haha. i think i'm having chem in the pat tmr again. haha. bullied sinthu again. she didn't seem to mind much. lol((:. anw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114967977005249564?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114967977005249564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114967977005249564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114967977005249564' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114950289494435493</id><published>2006-06-05T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T18:22:59.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>song: bowling for soup - next ex-girlfriend [or stm like that]&lt;br /&gt;--yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;--fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;--bowling for soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! i wanted to post stn. but then i got distracted. I CAN'T FIND THE VM WEBSITE.=ll. poo. shall ask filzah tmr again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. anw. I WATCHED FINISH SEASON ONE. GRINS!!!!!(((((:. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. anw. SHALL GO BATHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gng cycling tmr. WOOOTS((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a slacker. neeed to print stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114950289494435493?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114950289494435493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114950289494435493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114950289494435493' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114925388869845013</id><published>2006-06-02T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:11:28.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>song: we used to be friends - by that by i forogt. &lt;br /&gt;the one way or another song. [it was played on the show. and sze let me here it. LOL. but mainly because it was played on the phone]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i'm blind. why didn't i see the signs? of how people change. and what i bitch i was. and may be am. ouchies. it was staring right smack in my face. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched a disc of veronica mars. for a moment i entertained my post tv fantasies that i was actually living a life quite like hers. detective-ish. LOL. nah. i just felt like there was a face in the window at everywhere i go. the hall has been proved unproductive with me studying there alone. oh wells. i'm not tactful enough i realised. anw. i had that "i will think and sound like whoever's the character i fancy in the show" i thought like i was veronica mars. gosh. lol(: anw she's a cool character. i like duncan. i always fancied them tgt. i shall go find out who's the guy playing him. haha. he's pretty cool(: a lil weird though. but cool on the whole(: hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at my blog makes me feel angry. just looking at it. i can't stand it. gosh=lll. i should go rip stn off blogspot just to sooth it. i hate it anw. gosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old mistakes die hard. i wonder if they still rmb. gosh. i wonder if they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114925388869845013?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114925388869845013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114925388869845013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114925388869845013' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114924231238237535</id><published>2006-06-02T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T17:58:32.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm pmsing. funny. it was over a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hell. i'm pmsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never knew how. boring life could be.&lt;br /&gt;without any source of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;without any source of advice&lt;br /&gt;without any source of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pmsing. i'm not feeling happy. i'm not feeling uplifted. i'm not feeling any bit useful. i'm not feeling good&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114924231238237535?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114924231238237535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114924231238237535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114924231238237535' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114923972446741517</id><published>2006-06-02T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T17:15:24.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sound: that theme song from veronica mars. LOL. and stm else i can't rmb&lt;br /&gt;--yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;--lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;--black eyed peas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey((:. blogging a lil earlier today. feeling. unproductive in my workload. haha. only did a few emaths and was bored. tried doing unseen. got the points. but figured i wouldn't be able to write a good one anw. and didn't. what's the point of doing a half hearted lit essay? anw. supposed to go print out geog hw. prob do geog. if i can't concentrate again. i'll prob go watch veronica mars again. haha. i love that show((:. i'm sure you'd love it too when i starts airing. where's my season2?? and anw. i'm like. halfway through the season. 24 episodes long if i'm not wrong. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know it beats me. how can someone be so sensitive about other's peoples actions and words to themselves. and yet be so insensitive of their own words and actions to others. sure. there's only one labeling for them. gosh=l. to meet such an asshole is just irritating. you wonder when will they get out of their phase. but then you realise. why bother worrying/caring about them? they wouldn't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate shameless people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. shall smile more today. think i shall pig out and PROCRASCINATE. the only thing i'm good at. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's such a cutie. he took leave for a date with his gf. and because he doesn't like his suprerior. but that's besides the point. lol!. so adorable. and he's gng for some acjc crap thing. yawn. joker. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114923972446741517?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114923972446741517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114923972446741517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114923972446741517' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114907265812170605</id><published>2006-05-31T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T18:50:58.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>song: you'll be in my heart - phil collins right?&lt;br /&gt;haha. i know. random. just heard it off the radio&lt;br /&gt;--cranberries((:&lt;br /&gt;--savage garden&lt;br /&gt;--yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;--goo goo dolls&lt;br /&gt;--morningwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. today eunic came over. haha. we were crapping in school again. me gin and eunic. this time about names. LOL. name of child. name of spouse. lol. thanks to eunic's aunt's coming baby 80% girl. aye. me and gin agreed mitch is a nice name. i wonder if i'll meet a nice guy named mitch. hmmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bothers. i am fucking dehydrated. marks and spencers have the LOVIEST chocolate cookies you've ever eaten. on bite. you're hooked. and you wouldn't want anything else. gosh. it's the sultana type. all butter. yum!. and and the middle part of the cookie has the MOST chips in it. and it's not only that. when you chill it, take it out, let the cookie soften. but the chip stays cold. YUMM((:. and have a coffee or milk to down it with. perfection((:. i'm a cookie lover. .. who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that was random. i'm a lil hyper today. retarded too. damn ginette. didn't come with us to study. BLEH. oh bothers. nvm. there's always thurs/friday. we're preparing to do this.. for i dunno. as long as possible? it's better studying in a group i guess. if you interact and ask qns of course. haha. played xbox with eunic. I MASTERED K'S SUNGLASSES SUPER POWER. GRINS!!!!!!!!!!(((:. i love that superpower of his. haha. damn nice.((:. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:. okay. prob have to go soon. brother might want his table back. haha. i'm still getting used to his 8-5 job. i realised i only get ranty at night. wonders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. idiot brother just threw his tower over my head. EEEW=lll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. better go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114907265812170605?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114907265812170605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114907265812170605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114907265812170605' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114898825989088444</id><published>2006-05-30T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:24:19.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy. took my time to go to school. wasn't late. the security guard couldn't stop staring. haha. gosh=lll.. anw. i LOVE MY PHONE.. GRINS!. anw. i think dead's sending a postcard. LOL. i'm not sure. why else would he ask for an address? i hope i don't have to pay much for the msges to europe. nvm. i'll just tell my rents i didn't know or stm. LOL. shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. had fun today. haha. a lil weird though. wei han joined me and euns and gin. turned out we couldn't get the da vinci ticks. but also good larh. just in case we got the ticks and we got stopped at the door or stm. watched X-men3((:. i think it rocked((:. yea. sorry weihan again. haha. my friends wouldn't talk to him. dunno why. poop. anw. drank my tcc coffee((:. GRINS. coffee is goood. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. wen rui owes me. told me there's british council. gosh=lll. wanting to check with the rest. but everytime i wanted to. i get distracted. gosh. fated?? lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to far east anw. i was being spaz. haha. got a spaz picture of ginette. oh!. and i got links today. saw pam in dental. no idea why i keep running into her during tuition and dental. she was saying stn about a acs international open house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. was spaz. was shouting random pigs. gosh. i think only teenagers can get away with such crap. bought slippers((:. did you know heels make you stop growing or stn? there's this theory behind it. cnt rmb. lol. i don't wear heels anw. i wonder if i'll hit 170. aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. shall stop here. head aching. still waiting for phone to charge. two hours. let's see. i came home at.. 645?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114898825989088444?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114898825989088444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114898825989088444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114898825989088444' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114890787518781505</id><published>2006-05-29T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T21:04:35.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>song: morning wood - nth degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey.i think my legs are gng to die. crossed them too much i guess. you know that saying that it isn't good for your blood circulation. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel. awfully cheated. ah heck. since when am i not? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just gonna stone here for a mo&lt;br /&gt;gosh=l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114890787518781505?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114890787518781505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114890787518781505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114890787518781505' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114890294357040794</id><published>2006-05-29T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T19:42:23.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>song: i don't wanna know - new found glory&lt;br /&gt;--morningwood&lt;br /&gt;--jack's mannequin&lt;br /&gt;--sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a video for it a long time ago. suddenly thought of it when i was at hmv. i'm going to listen to it now((: haha. i love amazon for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. today's paper. was. suprisingly manageable. i mean. the bao zhang bao dao was on parent child relationships not good. and it's like. quite common. didn't really expect it. and the paper 2 was like. short passages. answer question also copy here and there one. and the compres were manageable. but as usual, my compre cloze sucked. of course((:. prob get like 3 correct? LOL. a voice in my head keep telling me i'm getting it wrong. as usual. anw. at the end of the paper. only one sentence came to me "what's the catch?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay the sound quality is lousy. i take back my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i went hmv today. irritated eunice((:. by being indecisive in where to go. haha. anw. ate at kfc in cathay. the cleaner ladies there were a little weird. talking about some dictionary or crap. who knows? anw. HMV DIDN'T HAVE JACK'S MANNEQUIN. bummer. anw. i bought MORNINGWOOD. only to find out LATER that it was COPY CONTROLLED. i hate the emi ASSES. gosh. i am definitely going to find that trick to it. hell yes. gosh. i can't stand such BULLSHIT. am i a bloody pirate? i will be if they continue on with such crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i got a new phone((:. the nokia 7370. i LOVE it. i like the font it's UBER cute. omg((:. haha. so glad my dad agreed. even though we had to pay like one hundred more. cuz i was short of four months. oh hey. listening to morningwood now((: grins. it's not that bad. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i LOVE the phone. gosh((: can't use it til morning tmr though. oh wells. it's okay. gng to watch da vinci tmr. hope i can get in. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i better go. off to find my crack. LOL. well not really crack. but hey. gosh. i can't believe i'm giving up watching so you think you can DANCE just to be online. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114890294357040794?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114890294357040794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114890294357040794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114890294357040794' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114882132751865344</id><published>2006-05-28T21:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:02:07.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Artist: Mint Royale &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track: Wait For You &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the commercial song for that hugo purple perfume thingy. cute((:. must go find it anohter day. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114882132751865344?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114882132751865344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114882132751865344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114882132751865344' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114881977366185884</id><published>2006-05-28T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T20:36:13.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>song: bent - matchbox twenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love it((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114881977366185884?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114881977366185884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114881977366185884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114881977366185884' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114881955548866867</id><published>2006-05-28T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T20:32:35.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>song: &lt;br /&gt;--come back to texas - bowling for soup&lt;br /&gt;come back to texas. before you loose your accent&lt;br /&gt;--dirty dancing((:.&lt;br /&gt;--fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;--hard-fi&lt;br /&gt;--bowling for soup&lt;br /&gt;--QUEEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are what i listened to while i was mugging out in the hall. my bedroom table didn't have space for me. i'll take a picture for you to see. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. it's not really stuck in my head. i have dirty dancing playing out in the stereo in the hall. bugged the neighbours all day. i did something out of the blue today. i danced. yea. believed it or not i danced. lol. and got myself all sweaty. i need a bath. haha. stress reliever anyhow. didn't go to the gym today anw. wonder if adorable guy was there. haha. maybe so. i'm not sure. he doesn't seem sec 4 anw. sec 3 perhaps? gosh. i'm always talking about boys on gym day. LOL. bothers. =l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i like that come back to texas song. esp the spoof bit. cuz in the song they were singing about all the "so and so wants you back" yea. and then they were all playing around. said stuff like "my dog wants you back" "nasa wants you back" "the bush stm wants you back" "dallas texas wants you back" "elizabeth wants me back" [lol.. spas] "i've got a hairy back" etc. hilarious. quite cute really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i better go back to studying. before losers bug me on msn again. oh wait. i'm not even "online" LOL.((:. anw. good luck for your mother tongue paper tmr. dnt be nervous and stress yourself out.. just whack(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[yupp. everyone's gng crazy d.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. that was so random. long story. anw. see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE((:&lt;br /&gt;-*daft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: hope you're having fun up there. HAH. don't say i forgot about you. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114881955548866867?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114881955548866867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114881955548866867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114881955548866867' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114872226467147216</id><published>2006-05-27T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T17:31:04.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>song: dani california by the red hot chilli peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like red hot chilli peppers' song. esp that zephyr song. not to mention that other band. gosh. let me think for a mo to recall it. erm. matchbox 20? i think. gosh. i can't rmb. oh wait. yea. they did "bent" loved that. wonder what's class 95's theme this weekend. prob not soft rock again. shouldn't bother to go check. aye(: i like that song rob thomas did with santana. "smooth". loved the riffs((:. if that's the correct term. i never bothered to check. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad agreed to get a new phone for me(:. they planned today, but changed their mind, town'd be too crowded anw. so i'm online again. haha. i learnt a lot of new chinese words today. and nearly mastered that scale. my left hand is a lil sore now. not used to the pressing of the strings. bothers. i'm not much of a musician anw. anw. planning to get that 7370 nokia phone if i'm not wrong. for the features(:. i wanted that 7360 actually. cynthia has it. not bad. but it didn't have bluetooth and is a 152 bucks cheaper. but decided with the more expensive phone anw. dad owes me a hundred for the MY. haha. i didn't expect a yes from them. but hey. i shouldn't gloat. woops. anw. think i'm gng to get the phone after o's on monday. cuz i'm gng out on tues((:. grins. still wondering if i would get into the da vinci code show. hmmmms=l. gonna buy my nikes after tuition on tuesday at tanglin. the royal sporting house shop should have my size bah. since it's not very well frequented. i mean, who goes to tanglin mall to shop anyway. except those grocery shoppers living around the area. but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmms. today's a gloomy-ish day. spent the whole day at home. think i'm gonna get forced to buy dinner or stm. lol. bothers. i would get my phone anw. it wouldn't matter much. neighbour stopped singing. wonder why. he's not THAT bad after all. wonder if he got into the top 28 or not. i wonder. didn't watch singapore idol. was too busy having tuition and studying. lol. which reminds me. i have not watch my so you think you can dance show!. damn=l. ryan got out. from what i heard. bummer. i've been missing quite a bit of episodes anw. wonder if melody and what's the other guy's name again? is still in. hmmmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if i'll freak out before the chinese o's. rambles to self. sighs=l. wonder if i'll be able to achieve my b3. lol. i shouldn't ponder too much about such stuff. like it always has been and will be: anticipation will just lead up to dissapointment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye. shall stop here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114872226467147216?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114872226467147216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114872226467147216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114872226467147216' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114865210119305237</id><published>2006-05-26T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T22:01:41.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sound: saturday - fall out boy. [i know!. still stuck in my head. the saturdayyy bit in that song. LOL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who idolises celebrities. quite freaky isn't it. i wonder if i'll be like that. wait... i rmb a part of my life being like that. but it was too... overboard for me. gosh=l. reminds me of the SOUP. which i haven't been watching in ages. haha. damn funny((:. that guy is so damn funny. okay. at least the scriptwriters are. but idolising a celeb. gosh. it's quite hard isn't it. i mean. imagine getting stalked around. paparazzi following you. ppl never leaving you alone. being a celeb isn't easy. gosh. i wonder who'd want a lifestyle like that. haha. i sooo prefer behind the scenes work. you can have that self satisfaction that all these wouldn't be possible if it weren't for you. i mean. even though you don't all the glory and fame. but hey. at least you're happy with yourself. i mean. at the end of the day. that's what matters the most. what you think of yourself. not what others think of you. hmmmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel somewhat. cheated. bothers=l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho. i wonder if i'll [lost my train of thoughts there. damn=l] [oh wait. i rmb] get into the da vinci code movie. they say cathay check the year. and sze say someone got rejected gng in. she didn't say where she watched at. perhaps they're more strict on this kind of controversial show? gosh. as if you can't think and make our own judgements. i mean. this kind of flick. you would watch it for the excitement not for the content. it's not a bloody documentary, neither is it talking about history. i mean. yea, religions are a VERY sensitive issue. but like my mum said. one good thing about this is that it makes ppl know more about christianity. i mean, to find out what is fact or fiction. but i feel that history. will be history. we can't change it. but i still think things are always a lil misty about it. i mean. you did not live through it. how do you know what's fact or fiction about it? we can learn from history. but to argue about what is right or wrong would lead us to nowhere, wouldn't it? i'm not saying that it's wrong to stand up for what you believe. but i believe that i wouldn't know what is gng on back then, thousands of years ago. you can just trust what majority of the books are saying. gosh. i'm spouting crap. i'm not a christian anw. but hey. he's just trying to make a good storyline. ntn more to it aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmms. feeling quite sian. and quite sad. "wasted" two weeks not doing much at home. always too tired. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still feeling quite cheated. ah heck..&lt;br /&gt;seeyou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114865210119305237?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114865210119305237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114865210119305237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114865210119305237' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114865017660828545</id><published>2006-05-26T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:29:36.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>track: saturday - fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last lesson of jiang. kinda miss it. haha. fine. i'm a sob. but hey. two weeks of jiang. and now it's all over. have to study on my own now. i kinda miss it=l haha. sec 3s are gng for obs. i want=ll!!! gosh. damn jealous. i love obs. haha!. bothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was ranting to myself in the cab ride home again. can't seem to rmb what though. haha.sighs=l. i realised i'm too sentimental. damn=l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. i shall stop here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114865017660828545?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114865017660828545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114865017660828545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114865017660828545' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114862468315849988</id><published>2006-05-26T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T14:24:43.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>song stuck in my head: fall out boy - dead on arrival&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114862468315849988?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114862468315849988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114862468315849988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114862468315849988' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114862442007545143</id><published>2006-05-26T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T14:20:20.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogger died on me. bothers. heck. didn't want to post that anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;headache. let me stone for awhile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. got an airmail. not. letter from chantel. coolies. now i got stm to do. LOL. she said she ran out of envelopes. lol. oooh. gosh. i got chocs(((:. at least that's what it says. LOL. oooh. korean chocs. let me go put it in the fridge. before my brother's ANTS infested table gets them lol.haha, is it an advanced? mine isn't til the 23rd. one month later. haha. oh yea. i have to get a present for her. haha. okay. after chinese or stm... rambles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmms. damn. that scent induced headache still on me. i need a nap badly. prob after i finish jiang. haha. bro got into neesoon camp again. LOL!!. he makes ns sound fun.. heck. he makes EVERYTHING he does sound fun. LOL. bloody hell. wonder which parent he got that from. prob my mum. my dad can be so anal stms. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. internet friend overseas. no one to rant with anymore. heck. hope he has fun touring europe. damn. one month seems such a short time to cover that area. wouldn't be fun rushing here an there. my style would be stm like stay a week or more as a local. but i wouldn't be able fit in. heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiang's last day is today. haha. sleepy like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i hate all this&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114862442007545143?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114862442007545143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114862442007545143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114862442007545143' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114830517438499960</id><published>2006-05-22T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:39:34.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>looking at all the dsa applications, i've realised i'm a talentless bitch. LOL. my academics ain't FANTASTIC, my talents ain't FANTASTIC, my CCA ain't FANTASTIC. i'm wondering why i even bother. i didn't get ten points anw. i could have! if i didn't screw my english AND physics. BUMMERRR=l. i wonder why i bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. can eunic hurry up and call? i hope she isn't in any sort of trouble or wdv. i NEED to do my chinese. GOSH=lllll. anw. i'll print out njc for her. and do everything else another day. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114830517438499960?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114830517438499960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114830517438499960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114830517438499960' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114779136527070303</id><published>2006-05-16T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T22:56:05.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's nice to see how ppl can have a great passion for stm they love... stm which i lack. i'm too fickle in my choices. my phases can jump from A to Z. it's just inspirational to see how ppl can have goals and dreams. and how they work towards it. i'm still rather confused on that bit. i don't think i'll get the hang of it soon. the last dream i had was totally unrealistic. i guess i'm afraid of the challenges i'm going to have to face. the failures. the misses. how corrupted the place can be. the evil of the people out there. it's just discouraging you know. it's ironic. you know. ppl can say no to controversies. but the same people can be leading lives of adultery, lies, corruption, hatred. what are they trying to do? who are they trying to kid? it's like that line on tv. "when we laugh at american politics, who are we trying to kid, we're laughing at ourselves" some american guy said. which is quite true really. they are what the americans stand for. whatever they are doing, it's not as if it isn't happening in real life. it's just they have more media coverage and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always been exposed to bad news. about. life. and things. more than what you may know. it's just sad. every month. i'll hear sad news. though, some part of me, would feel happy and grateful for where i am now. and for who i am now. and for how much i can do to help. but when you really look at it. you can't help everybody. there are too many selfish money-minded people around. after awhile you'd just want to give up. and the thing is, when i start stm. i won't give up til i accomplish it. but the thing is. why start stm which you can't accomplish it the way you want it to. sure, you might say that doing goodwill to countries like africa and sort is good. you would make a difference there. but really. their poverty. their suffering. is brought upon themselves. if they do good things, among themselves, good things will come along. how many of them would sacrifice their food and money for someone else. how many of them would care for everyone else. how many of them, isn't money-minded. it's not a lot. i'm nor exactly refering to the tribesmen in those areas. but mainly the rest of them. the more civilised ones. you can't blame the government for being corrupted, when the people themselves are corrupted. it has got to start somewhere. not from the top, but from the heart of the city. if things are really want to be changed. don't start from blaming the government, but rather change the hearts of the citizens. if the citizen's mindset is good. everything will be good. because. where does the govt come from, the citizens. who are the govt, the citizen, who chooses the govt, the citizens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know. i heard this joke. you know. like new york is always like. polluted and stuff. so the mother would be like telling the children to come in for some fresh air. which is weird cuz. the inside air is no different fromt he outside air.. it's bs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. seinfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114779136527070303?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114779136527070303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114779136527070303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114779136527070303' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114778747289751996</id><published>2006-05-16T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T21:51:12.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know. i think my parents should never try talking to me when i'm trying to vegetitate in front of the tv. johnathan isn't that hot. haha. so much hotter in match point(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. speaking of which. we are planning to watch tmr((:. GRINS. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's jiang was boring=lll and stupid-ish. haha. had wei lao shi. she taught me in primary school. she doesn't rmb me. can i say thank god? i don't know. haha. hmmmm. dad was nice. picked me up. though i delayed his dinner. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i realised i have been pmsing. no wait. i take that back. i've just been pissed. you know. one thing i cannot stand about ppl. is how egoist they can been. they act like they know everything. sure. on a few subjects. but they act as if they know a LOT. when in actual fact, they don't. it just pisses me off. i mean. who are you trying to kidd. and besides. who are you trying to impress. and it's just their attitude. they are so bloody full of themselves. it just puts me off. i mean. get a life dude. i mean. if you don't know stm. go check it up. don't act like you're god or stm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know. i'm definitely not pmsing. but just don't piss me off. yea. "we're complicated" but maybe. just pay attention for once. at least i do. who are you trying to kid. you can't be two people at once. you'll just end up cold and confuse. choose one and stick with it. but the consequences might not be what you expect them to be. so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114778747289751996?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114778747289751996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114778747289751996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114778747289751996' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114774747802840809</id><published>2006-05-16T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T10:44:38.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. i'm getting confused. its gonna rain..((: i love rain. grins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114774747802840809?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114774747802840809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114774747802840809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114774747802840809' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114770310960110300</id><published>2006-05-15T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T22:25:09.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. okay. he's not that weird. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw, I'VE BEEN A NICE SISTER. helping them check out chalet stuff and such. GRINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. nvm. i take that back.. the first statement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. gng IKEA tmr((:. grins. having hot dogs for lunch(:. grins&lt;br /&gt;then gng bowling. i cannot make it!=llll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114770310960110300?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114770310960110300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114770310960110300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114770310960110300' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114770026737572033</id><published>2006-05-15T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T21:37:47.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one ask: am i really a magnet for weird guys to hit on? GOSH.=l you KNOW. my brother. HAPPILY used his friends phone to call me during class without HIM knowning. so i HAPPILY went to call him back. then HIS friend picked up. not "knowing" that my bro used his phone. then he was like. maybe you got the wrong number. okay. right. then later his friend msged : "hey. i'm sorry, thanks for calling. btw you have a very cute voice" and i'm like wtf? anw. to cut the long story short. his name is omar. gosh. anw he asked for my name. i told him to go ask my brother. idiot. bet my bro's out to prank me. so anw. my bro called regarding some chalet thingy. he was like. over my brother's voice "HI ISABEL!" retard. told him that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird. there's stm wrong with me. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiang is fun. haha. after school/before jiang is fun too! we watch my sassy girl. quite funny. so we all plan to like borrow labtop to watch movie before jiang. "cheap and good" somemore got free drinks one.. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. our school built some car barrier thing. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. ntn much alr.. [you know. one of the guys in jiang. LOOKS LIKE MY NEIGHBOUR. eew. LOL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114770026737572033?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114770026737572033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114770026737572033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114770026737572033' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114751856528463627</id><published>2006-05-13T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T19:09:25.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey((:. grins(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm tried doing chinese today. and yesterday. totally unsuccessul. i think it's the late nights. haha. bothers. dad is away. very relax-ish. it feels like the school holidays. perhaps cuz of his absence. as if he's at work or stm. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't seem to concentrate on chinese. no idea why..=l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been looking for an advert type of picture. a model facing the sea, leaning over the railing. in a backless black dress. haha. yes i know. i can't get that lyric out of my head. i wonder when fob songs will get overated. i fear soon. that'd be sad. haha. i'm waiting for the sugarcult songs((:. grins. i love that memory song. thanks loads amilin. haha. she's like a music guru. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok thanks kor for buying dinner. haha. love ya loads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw.shall go now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114751856528463627?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114751856528463627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114751856528463627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114751856528463627' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114735281660115985</id><published>2006-05-11T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T21:06:56.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. it's up..(((:. grins. i changed the picture again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. felt sian of it. thanks to a little comment. but i appreciate that. it'd look a lil weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps this one is more pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay credits to dead.. err.. cyrus.. right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and if you're curious what the prev picture one the url is&lt;br /&gt;http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h29/isabel_ang/blogpicture.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114735281660115985?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114735281660115985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114735281660115985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114735281660115985' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114734820383097246</id><published>2006-05-11T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T19:50:03.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>new skin&lt;br /&gt;must edit some&lt;br /&gt;but as usual, in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114734820383097246?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114734820383097246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114734820383097246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114734820383097246' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114733815682383217</id><published>2006-05-11T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:02:36.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY.. i am a human radio((:&lt;br /&gt;hard qns: inspirational songs&lt;br /&gt;easier qns: anything in my playlist&lt;br /&gt;checking: weird songs you've never heard before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'm a walking radio. haha. currently fob. well. it's been fob. or wdv i've listened to in the morning or on the player. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not much today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114733815682383217?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114733815682383217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114733815682383217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114733815682383217' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114728017377290441</id><published>2006-05-11T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:56:13.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>that was random. literally and literary. [gosh. this bloody line ms chan always says is stuck in my head]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything happens for a reason&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114728017377290441?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114728017377290441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114728017377290441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114728017377290441' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114728007177678551</id><published>2006-05-11T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:54:31.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know that everytime after i watch one tree hill. i always get inspired and stuff. i don't know why. is like i always can learn so much from some of the instances that is on the show. and all the music. the characters. high school drama or not. it still holds a certain tinge of theory and logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like peyton sawyer. i like the way the actress play that role. cuz when i talk after watching that show. it always some what resembles her way of thought. you know those lines the script writers so excellently come up with. anw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. i had a chance to blog about it. okay. finee.. i sound prep-py. okay. stereotyping.... not good. gosh. i just thought of stm. okay nvm. that bc temporary is such a bimbo. GOSH. i should not have said that. but quite larh. she's quite nice larh. anw. back to the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just that i was thinking about how people put up a front, to make ppl feel a certain way about them. then i thought of this comprehension passage that i did in tuition [fine] which was about people having two faces. the one others see and the one they are on the inside. [yea i know. there are actually 3 faces. but in this instance it's just one on the out and one on the in] so it really did struck me [when i was pacing in the kicthen.. like i always do before i sleep. i don't know why neither..] that there are a lot of lessons to be learnt in life. in fact life is full of lessons. you read it in school. at home. from your neighbour. from the stranger that sat next to you on the bus [oh. and i soo... saw this hot guy on 106. thank god i changed the bus. long story..] and it's just a lot of things you can learn from life. but the average person. will see it. and look past it. sometimes it doesn't even register in your head. there is really a lot out there. and sometimes it's just the fact that you have got to seize the opportunities that works best for you at that point of time. yes. you might say that you might never have such a chance in the future. but is making this choice really worth it for you now. not tommorow, not today. NOW. you get? it's like that. there are loads of oppurtunities for you. if you're meant to do it. you will. it's just doing what is best for you at the moment [which for me, is to stop blogging and get some shut eye.. i wasn't really feeling well today after bowling. lol]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a lot of things you can learn in life. from something as trival as a spastic teenage drama show. or maybe some complicated like a divorce. or someone's death. it's just how you want to perceive things the way they are. and how much of the truth you really want to accept. because. the truth always hurts, no matter what. it does.[cliche and all. but it is true. it sucks to run away from it]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114728007177678551?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114728007177678551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114728007177678551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114728007177678551' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114726574349094351</id><published>2006-05-10T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T20:55:43.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyyyyyyyy(((((((((((:. damn tired today. exams are over. okay. that's bullshit. you all know it. but at least one hurdle is downnn..(:. mid years are over. chinese intensive starts tmr. AND our PEA are gng to be like.... learning journey. to where? CBD. how fucking boring is that. we are gng to see how the business infrastructure is like in singapore. oh wow. like we don't know that alr. and what's the fucking point of viewing the site for the new IR. it's nothing but cranes and a massive pile of pollution.... how comforting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. today went to cine for lunch... "cheapest there yet!" gosh. it was like 3.90? with a drink. haha. i'm gng back there again. and it's not bad you know. the food there.. yea. played the turn turn machine. dunno why. usually not into this kind of stuff. but i just felt like it. i turned 3 times. haha. two nightmare before christmas and one princess thingy. haha. ho was like. " I WANT CINDERELLA" then i'm like.. mermaid would be good. and i DID get mermaid. lol. i'm lucky today((: haha. went bowling. had a strike. LOL. and the rest were lokang... LOL. dunno why. cannot bowl. i learnt how not to throw the ball today. LOL. now i just have to make it harder. AND not let it roll into the lokang. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to debbie now. been quite a while since i last saw her. haha. anw. we went back to cine. watched take the lead. i loved the dancing and the music. was practically twitching in my seat wanting to move. haha. was tapping to the beat. bet the person next to me was pissed. LOL. my skirt kept falling onto the drink folder thing there. haha. i hope i didn't spoil her date. got quite a lot of crescentians. i think the funniest moment was when pierre said a french word sounding like bahkwa. and someone was like "bahkwa" out of the blue. everyone was laughing larh. haha. funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were giving away starbucks samples. who would refuse coffee?? lol. the drink was okay larh. i'll stick to tcc's cappocino.. though. i never found out how to spell it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. i'm hooked on new scientist's last word collumn compilations. damn funny(:. haha. some how i prefer sitting a comfortable tibs bus ride for 45 mins than ride on an awkward crowded train for half an hour. haha. at least bust ride got seats AND you can read a book without getting giddy.. well. that only happens on sbs buses. the giddy bit. okay. blabbering. see you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114726574349094351?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114726574349094351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114726574349094351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114726574349094351' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114674162439251177</id><published>2006-05-04T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:20:24.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY!. i'm back. haha. neighbour is somewhat singing. i hear some sort of voice. so i'm guessing he got in to the final 28? LOL. damn? i dunno. mixed feelings on this one.. or maybe it's just the weird people who have been making noise for quite a while alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ss was weird. did sbq. until the 45th minute. then left one point. went on to seq. i happily wrote and explain the given factor for part a. then i'm like. shit. forgot the rest! of the factors. so i gave up freaking out and went to write part b. i even ranked okay. [i usually don't] and even went to do fin the sbq. gosh! and i had fifteen minutes left [that's a lot of time to write 3/4 of an essay] so i anyhow write points. it wasn't even relevant!!!!! yea. left the last five minutes. i finally thought of a relevant point. but!. the times was up. i was even wishing the exam would hurry up and end larh. haha. it was so irritating. stoning there. forgetting the points. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. bothers. i'm DONE WITH LIT. thanks sze((:. wonder how would i have done the notes if there wasn't any help for the base of it. haha. added quite a bit and editted the notes she made though. gonna print later. 20 pages. gosh. printing double side. my paper at home is quite thick.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so happy. but i'd doubt the joy luck club stuff can fit in my head. wonder which paper comes first. amaths or lit. haha. poooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. shall go wash face. exhausted at staring at the screen for so long. it's stuffy in my bro's room. pooo. sweating. gosh=l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114674162439251177?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114674162439251177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114674162439251177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114674162439251177' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114672702227044181</id><published>2006-05-04T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:17:02.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. haha. ytd was funny. we went to school early. then decided to go mobil. then it's like. we were gng out. then the security guard don't let us out. say we need to go GO to get permission slip. so we went to go GO. then teo chor cheng [is that how you spell her name?] came then starting crapping about stm. then we just nod head. we thought she said no. until she go in and say. i'll check with mr tan. then i'm like. mr tan.. mr tan... MR GARY TAN? vp?? heheh* then little bit paiseh larh. LOL. but he let us out larh. then she was like. wave when you come back. haha. little bit weird larh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm. came online to send delia somestuff. but she isn't online. emailed her instead. hope she gets it. hotmail's always a lil kocky*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. anw. shall go bathe and then go print out joy luck&lt;br /&gt;time to STUDY. gosh. amaths and lit. thank god the amaths is just paper one. at least that's managable. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114672702227044181?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114672702227044181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114672702227044181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114672702227044181' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114649387918573815</id><published>2006-05-01T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:31:19.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cigarettes are prob the most foulful[if there is such a word] thing there is on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114649387918573815?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114649387918573815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114649387918573815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114649387918573815' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114649174364811806</id><published>2006-05-01T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:55:43.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. i'm taking a break from revising hw. haha. quite done with ss. starting on the enemy. did some amaths and chem. haha. managing my week's exams pretty well. aye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised stm. okay. maybe it's a little late. but it really did struck me. that you really can't have everything. you can't have the world revolve around you. it's just selfish. and people will not tolerate it. and even if they do. where does that lead you to be? the feeling sucks. but hey. at least i learnt stm. it's not good to always depend on somebody to be there. but not return the favour. to be happy when you feel like it and leave the others to perish when you are down. i mean. things don't work like that. sometimes you got to make sacrifices. and when you don't. you got to understand why people act a certain way. and don't blame anyone but yourself. hmmms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was pissed at dad. has this habit of shouting at people. when everything's okay. settled. he has to come in and shout his own say. quite dumb really. guessed who he learnt it from? he's father. who else would be such a bad example? now i guess my dad got it learn? it sucks to have bad examples. you know. the thing is about shouting at people. is that it never works. wdv you scream. the person at the other end will just do the exact opposite. or just feel so pissed that he feels like punching you in the face. life don't work that way. sure. shout away your anger. but it doesn't really work. haha. seriously. dad. you need a reality check. haha. but anw. i hope you won't be so angry. gosh. it's not good for your heart you know. and the vibe you give off. just gets people down. sucks eh? next time you scream at anyone. i would laugh in your face and poke you. lol. at least it releases the tension. and probably worsen the situation. but hey. just helping. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmms. tmr chinese. gosh. i think if i'm lucky i'd scrape a b. and i'm feeling highly unlucky. gosh=l. morale's quite low. no idea why. i wonder if i'll be able to score well in this mid years. haven't been performing in all e tests. well. cuz i don't really study for them... but hey. that's what you get for laziness and carelessness. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro's been rather distant. well. perhaps due to my dad's attitude to everything. "shout when angry" yupp. that's his current motto now. so we've been kinda pissed really. it's quite irritating. really. everything can be okay. and fine. and he has to come in. shouting his fucking head off. i mean. you're always complaining about people shouting in an uncivilised manner. well. aren't you too??? well. i told him that. and he'd shut up. haha. gosh. but i guess he must've been thinking stm else. bah. it'd be nice to sew up his mouth. haha. gosh. that's bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmms. haven't been seeing any stars lately. i kinda missed it. the bright white lights. well. it's quite uncommon sight in singapore. but it's always nice. everytime in a foreign country. i'm always tempted to sit out in the open and watch the stars. but there are always SO many mozzies. that i'd always rush back into the room or cabin. lol. bummer aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched some carribean travel show today. it looks so fun. though the host was so oot. stuffing her face with wdv street food she'd just buy. and overexxagerated expressions. but she's a chef. but the whole thing was fun(:. if i want to born again in this. erm. world.... i think i'd want to be a latin american. the culture. the history. it's really rich and enriching. i don't know. i feel a part of it within me. oh and their spirit. it's kinda nice you know.. haha.caribean. gosh. i'm too lazy to get the spelling right.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i take things for granted. you know. there's this thing about knowing what you do wrong. and it's like. you'll just there. and then you say something to somebody. and then it strikes you. this isn't right? and you ask yourself what are you doing. and it's like. you feel this sudden guilt. and you swear you won't do it again. but you do. you know what you're doing wrong. but you have no bloody idea how to change it. gosh. you know. this is really one reason why cme is just total bullshit. you can know what morals are. but do you really know how to apply them in real life? it's quite a wonder really. i don't get why we have to learn what we already know. but i guess maybe some point of time in life. maybe they do can come in handy. but learning it through paper doesn't really show much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides. i've been acting like an immature ho. gosh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. tmr. gosh. got duty. haha. can go study in the cr again. though it's not much. but yea. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. see you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114649174364811806?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114649174364811806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114649174364811806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114649174364811806' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114623751295767566</id><published>2006-04-28T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:18:32.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey!. i'm like. SMILING at myself. no idea why. i did something STUPID today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to go order tcc. packet of sugar. they didn't stir. poo!. and then i happily went to go drink. by the time i was done with checking if it was raining out, i finished like one-theird. then i realised they didn't stir. SO. i happily went to go stir it. then went to go drink. it was SICKENINGLY sweet. gosh!! nearly died. was trying to sleep before tuition. was practically trembling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i got like 41/70 for the exam they gave us. not that bad, 58% haha. at least i didn't fail. i shall start mugging tmr((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i can't believe i left my english file in JIANG. i always do. wdv i leave under the table, i will always forget to take it. no matter what. i even TOLD myself to take it. gosh=llll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dl-ing songs from that cnet thing. FOB((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114623751295767566?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114623751295767566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114623751295767566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114623751295767566' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114614044810291406</id><published>2006-04-27T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:20:48.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>forgot to blog. grrr. haha. oh bothers. i have 2 and a half hour to study english. though i'm not sure HOW. but i'd start where i'd right down all the FAB phrases my dear classmates have wrote in their compo.[amilin's ones 'd be the hardest] LOL. anw. it's a start..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks amilin for the songs!! i will be listening to them. haha. sounds fab anw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a lil psycho now. haven't finish studying yet. tmr studying chem and physics and amaths. must do a spread you know? i can't be always studying humans. gosh!. i have not started on lit. gosh. i am SO DEAD. =ll. i just did a mlg spree. i haven't sorted out all the stuff yet. bah. anw. it looks tedious. mr lim is an ass. say he will put up the solutions but in the end never. i doubt it will be there later. but i do hope so. gosh. i think he cmi on the com. he doesn't even understand the qns i ask him. stupid=l. no use gng to see him for consultations. maybe i should go to ms ho.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh bothers. i'm like. half dead. and i'm still slacking. shall go and do my english now. gosh. mr ravi is such a hint giver. haha. well. i'm no complaining am i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i better throw away the milo ice cream cup before the ants start attacking. gosh. my brother's room is INFESTED. despite him being away majority of the week, the ants just never seem to go away do they. there was even a COCKCROACH! okay. baby one. he killed it. I HOPE. haha. gosh. what if it runs into my room? i mean for HIM. he's out majority of the time. but oh bothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not good to kill things. if only they weren't so bothersome. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i'm gonna die. hall. damn. i hate the coldness. the crowded toilets. LOL. anw. see you later!. hope i don't freeze to death. i might as well just bring mittens. haha. wearing double layer. PLUS the school windbreaker. they have no idea how cold it is. gosh=l. wonder where would i be sitting. haha. hope i don't have some distractions next to me. i'm being awfully self centered here. haha. bothers(:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know other school's my have alr finished? gosh. if it were to be me, i'd die right now. i haven't even studied finish. and the syllabus wasn't even completed until like what. last week, or even this? LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. see you around. BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114614044810291406?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114614044810291406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114614044810291406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114614044810291406' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114570890251474863</id><published>2006-04-22T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T20:28:22.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you meet someone new everyday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114570890251474863?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114570890251474863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114570890251474863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114570890251474863' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114570837709774647</id><published>2006-04-22T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T20:19:37.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. i'm blogging today. hoorah. you know why? cuz my brother is out. duh. LOL. out "studying" or wdv. some ns test that he say he cannot fail. and he's gng to play pool. lol. stupid. just some excuse for gng out with his gf or wdv larh. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm playing snoopy again. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm. after this shall bathe. and then shall start work again. gosh. can't believe i actually did emaths and amaths papers today? gosh. how productive. totally unexpected. lol. sze got lazy. baey slept. so didn't study with them tdy. haha. comfy at home(:. grins. at least bro wasn't gaming. not that bad. he was making some roller wheels for his bass amp. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. sian. i don't feel like studying. spent all my brain power on those maths sums and getting pissed at either my stupidity or the answer's script stupidity. it's dumb. the answers don't correspond when you sub in the values. lol. i'm so dead for amaths. i can't do differentiation. yupp. definitely dead. =l &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho. i'm rather relaxed today. perhaps it's the early morning. woke up pretty early for tuition. felt energized the whole day. maybe i should do that tmr. i prob wake up at like eight or nine. [which i would fall asleep again til 12 plus]. then get myself out of bed. read gf or stm. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm talking to myself. i always am. no diff. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE!!. THANKS MUM... lol.  WE LOVE MARKS AND SPENCERS AYE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall watch match point tonight((:. mum got the dvd. GRINS. she says the ending is so unfair. lol. after THAT. i shall watch my oth. if i have time((:/ i'm on my LAST DISC for season two. lol. yes. i'm that slow. okay. SEE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to go mlg dl-ing spree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114570837709774647?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114570837709774647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114570837709774647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114570837709774647' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114552818548075396</id><published>2006-04-20T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T18:16:25.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! haiyo. ginette arh... who ask you pon meals. see larh.. lol. i'm a little off today. anw. today is a shi bai attempt [accord to others] to neaten my hair. i wore a hairband. it does help with the wind okay. when i got home. took it off. walked around a lil. it was messy!. i was actually neat. lol. okay. fine. i never am. anw. do i look like i care that much? well. yea sort of. you got to draw the line somewhere.. i'm still looking for a replacement leg stool. lol. for me and sze the qiao jiao. i completely mauled the box. by stepping on it. lol. i'm such a bad person. lol. the box must hate me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw a spider today. when i picked my zhi dian on the floor so that i could sweep the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt a lil weird today. i don't know why. very out of placed. i guess i'm not used to it. feel a lil uneasy seeing that side of things. i guess i should open my eyes more. and learn how to accept things the way it is. perhaps i'm a lil too sensitive. but hey. it happened to me before. i did it before. but i guess luck is never on myside when it comes to such crap. perhaps it depends on the individual. i'm not sure. but it certainly doesn't work on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was a lil siao za bo today. ppl kept walking into my path. so i don't care. chiong. they ended up bumping shoulders. i'm sure they got off worse than me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juniors are scary. this year, they are practically idolising ppl. at least last year my peer juniors weren't THAT bad. at least they don't stalk you or went like "senior senior senior.. we did..." stupid. i mean. what's their problem. get a life dude. don't idolise the seniors. we are bad examples. gosh. i dunno. getting to hate them. at least NO ONE idolises me. thank fucking god. one less thing to avoid get pissed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea. sinthu. bloody hell. how was i supposed to know you were in my chem group. even when we chose the topic you didn't even like. say anything. when we were discussing the thing. YOU didn't even say anything. when we were doing the thing. YOU didn't do anything. you say "no time". like we fucking do??? i mean. what the fuck. then on the presentation day you come up and say. "oh i'm in your group. how?" well. how am i supposed to do. don't give me the fucking excuse that you did not had time to come find us. i mean. hello? we see each other everyday. gosh. asshole. okay. i shouldn't swear. but which motherfucking asshole would be so fucking irresponsible? gosh. but hey. it's just a bloody pjt work. which does not matter. pfft. it's irritating i guess. like i can rmb anything that happened more than a year ago. but hey. it's over. i'm too.. zi dong tdy. tired. and still come and give us trouble. pffft. it's just good to show what kind of person you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey. shit always happen. not that it make any difference. i'd rather not work with her. but we got it done. i liked the colours. haha. thanks audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of ants everywhere. my brother's room is INFESTED. lol. he's always leaving empty food wrappers around. at least there aren't any cockcroaches. which i'm sure he's afraid of. well. i am too. well. i just don't like them near me. i don't see. i don't know. i don't feel. i don't hear. they can be beside me for all i care. as long as they leave me alone. hello. which being would want to go find trouble for themselves? well unless they are att seeking larh. but that's another problem all tgt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i said.&lt;br /&gt;don't make your problem my problem. you got stm you are unhappy about, as long as it's logical enough.. go solve it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. that's quite evil. on exception of friends and family i guessed. i just hate ppl who are like. totally over the top-ishingly fussy and spoilt-ish and so full of themselves. no matter how correct or right you are.. it just pisses ppl off with that kind of attitude. like they own the world. they are the worse ppl to work with. sure, you get the job done and all. but stms they are so self-concern that it just gets to ppl. i sure everybody is like that once in a while. including myself. but it's irritating i guess. it just pisses ppl off. gosh. the world does not revolve around you. you tell that to them. they'd say some answer back and you'd start arguing with them. and they scowl at you. you scowl back... it's a total waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i'm crapping. and ranting. guess i'm in that sort of mood today. told you i'm a lil off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. gng for a hw dling spreee.. lol. time to start on geog. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114552818548075396?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114552818548075396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114552818548075396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114552818548075396' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114536707935622249</id><published>2006-04-18T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:31:19.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY. went on a cd spree today. actually only bought LIFEHOUSE for myself. and bep for mum, cuz she ACCIDENTALLY threw it away, queen, a bossa nova cd[mum's], beach boys greatest hits[mum's] AYE. went grammo to get bep. wooots((: they gave two free samplers. so cool!. haha. i love them. though i have some of the songs. but still. so cool!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm very amused by stm in my bro's drawer. it's a lanyard card. it says " IT IS PTE LTD" so lame!&gt; lol. so anw. where was i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drank spinelli's today. tcc is nicer.((:&gt; grins!. friday can drink again. gosh. i feel like puking=l. cos i was playing stupid handphone games in a jerky cab. in the middle sit. gosh=ll. didn't feel so well after that.. lol. unwise decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. ripping queen now. i'm slacking. i should be studying. my in a week. SO dead. gosh=lll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. see you. blog more another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114536707935622249?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114536707935622249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114536707935622249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114536707935622249' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114493589896049018</id><published>2006-04-13T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:44:59.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyyy(((: okay. happier now. today was quite okay larh. haha. everyone was sick or absent. haha. chia thinks it's the haunted house crap. well. i spent 10-4 there. and i'm fine. the worse i got was a sore throat. thanks to choc chip cookies. which wasn't even obvious. haha. oral coming. prelims. sighs. it seems to soon. i think i can just die for everyone to see how stressed i am. and i'm not doing anything to help it. i don't care much anymore. sad eh? i'm not even doing hw. i'm procracsinating. prob can't get any work done tmr anw. i told you. i can't do hw at home. i've no idea why. perhaps it's just distractions from my brother. i don't know. but i prob spend quite a bit of time doing jiang zhuo wen. ahha. total stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have not studied shit for midyears. so dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114493589896049018?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114493589896049018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114493589896049018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114493589896049018' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114493381964950602</id><published>2006-04-13T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:10:19.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY. unknowns pounding me again. i wonder why. which fucker gave a false email?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. seriously pissed off now. WHICH MOTHERFUCKING TEN YEAR OLD GAVE A FALSE EMAIL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. sry. this must sounds seriously hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh great. i now hate innocent naive ten year olds. damn....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. my bro and mum is fantasing about a potential trip up to new york. in 08. which prob will be happening. and that is. if i'm gng to jc. during the a levels. bummer aye? i'm going anw. NEW YORK. pass that up??!!?? DREAM ON DUDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my dad. so irritating. sighs. i should find some way. sighs. so bloody irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. haha. my brother is so cool. i'm retarded i know. haha. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. haunted house was funny. i seriously wanted to laugh at most of them. it was boring at bits. but didn't see anything weird. thank god. then it's like ppl say they saw stuff. haha. but i seriously think that the ghosts played with their minds. i mean. i heard they couldn't even see the door right in front of them. okay. maybe we are already adjusted to the dark room. BUT. the door is so obviously there. can't they notice the lights? i'm sure we are not that freaky larh. lol. but it was fun in a way. haha. ginette was damn funny. scared them sec oners out the front door. LOL!. anw. i'm a lil kooky today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my player died at redhill. bummer. i was at a nice song too. had to endure through the train ride. queer ppl tdy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. saturday is last photog course day. i'm gna miss that course. it's fun larh. sighs=l. i doubt any sec 4 would want to conty. i wouldn't anw. haha. which brings me back to why i hate my father. so irritating. keep insisting that i must stay home. well. i can't fucking study at home. HELLO. shut the fuck up larh. you are not the one studying okay? gosh. fuck off. but if i do tell him that. he'd just complain i'm not thinking straight and say i'm only good for answering back. so sensitive. irriating bugger. how stupid. then he'd go all red and start coughing. and it's always during meal times. then he'd complain i ruined his dinner. well. if you weren't so cocked up. you wouldn't get angry in the first place. HELLO???? get a life dude. i won't die. gosh. fuck off. it's bad enough you don't even trust me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not exactly in a good mood now. been wallowing in self pity. over the anger state of my dad. i hate it. gosh. but if i argue anymore. i can't sneak out. i hate it. gosh. why does he think i can study at home. for bloody god's sick. if i could study without help. i would okay. but i'm not a fucking genius. don't act like i am. don't piss me off. don't complain so much. don't get so upset over small matters like this. gosh. get a life. children grow up. the more you try and hold on to them. the faster they run away. seriously. if you're not so protective and irritating. and over-controlling. i am fucking sure our relationship will be much, FUCKING much closer. think. hello. don't be stupid. don't think i'm answering back. or being rude. i'm just simply using your own words. back against you. who do you think i got my attitude from. who do you think i learnt how to swear from? who do you think i learnt how to be rude. you. of course you dad. i'm sure it breaks your heart to hear this. but it's true. change your attitude. and i'll change mine. like father like daughter. that's who i learn from. i won't budge til you do. you don't. tough luck. stay angry for the rest of your life. make all our lives difficult then. as if mom isn't throwing enough tantrums. go aggravate more. go live in your fucking safe world in the singapore pools. or off with your clients of god's sick... just change. or get off my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i hate blogging. it makes me rant. it makes me angry. i hate the whole concept of it. yet i still blog. i sound like a fucking poser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. anw. so irritating. i prob try and squeeze my way into stuff. i don't think i can go any further this weekend. perhaps. i can get him to listen. wonders. i can tell him with a straight face and calm voice. and he still can say i'm throwing a tantrum. or am too tired and not thinking straight. i wonder who is in self denial now? ponders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114493381964950602?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114493381964950602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114493381964950602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114493381964950602' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114432311509039888</id><published>2006-04-06T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T19:31:55.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. i am FUCK SCARED for the haunted house thing. even the newspaper.i was VERY wary about using the orbituary pages to paste up there. damn=llll. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit. shit.=llll pooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. i hope FOR THE BEST. anw. we got it PITCHHHH BLACK tdy. proud of ourselves. VERY cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just shit scared. mirrors. spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. more. ahem. uplifting stuff. other than me getting shit scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmms. brough HOT hunny to school tdy. TMR will be MILO((:. GRIN. haha. staying back to help set up the mpr. yay. wonder how to lunch. maybe suggest pizza((:. GRINS. i'm retarddd. i can't believe i spent 20 today. i had twenty plus in wallet. now left with two or less. cab fair. mobil. bk. haha. from school to concourse is like.. 8 plus/ WTF aye? bothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching take the lead video mixes. i like the movie. actually i like ANY kind of dance movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dirtyy dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a cup of that okay((: i tell you i'm addicted to such shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love dancing. i can't dance. but i love it either way(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. today was interesting. fun. and unique. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm crazy. not much to blog today. ate MOO MOO ICECREAM today((: grins. can't wait for all this to be over. but i so want to have FUN. grins. see ya around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114432311509039888?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114432311509039888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114432311509039888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114432311509039888' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114407130676897746</id><published>2006-04-03T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:35:06.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey!. haha. TWIGHLIGHT soo ROCKS((:. gossshhhhh. gushes. it's such a SWEET book.. awwww! anw. i love the book. i want to get the book. maybe hard cover. it's so nice to read from a hard cover book. I'M SPOILT. gosh. anw. thank goodness eunic's taking that book away from me. i have no idea how am i gna bring myself to study otherwise. and there's a emaths test coming up. poo. no time to study tmr. and i'm having the stupid i can't focus on wdv's in front of me glasses symdrome again. no idea why. i'm weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. doing chem now. progressing along fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmms. lost my train of thought some where... anw. i LOVE the book((((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. anw. i wanted to type stm here. but my eyes are distracting me/ so is the heat/ so is the thought that. I'M SUPPOSED TO BE DOING CHEM. so there. bye! i'll blog when i rmb what my train of thought was. sucks to be flighty. sighs. the chattering of adults is SOOOO bugging me. damn them=l no i should curse the insurance agent. haha. i do hope i'll never have the need to use it. in the good way that is. gosh. imagine the number of possibilities i can derive from that statement. i hope you get my meaning. but anw. i do take that statement back. haha. i'm weird. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114407130676897746?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114407130676897746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114407130676897746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114407130676897746' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114373280768006805</id><published>2006-03-30T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:33:27.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i guess everyone got their own problems. big or small. it doesn't matter. but no matter what intensity. it does hold a certain level of pain to that person. it doesn't matter rhyme nor reason. it do hurt. and it's just how one expresses their own pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114373280768006805?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114373280768006805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114373280768006805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114373280768006805' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114373261872059343</id><published>2006-03-30T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:30:18.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mum. can be an official mood ruiner. she just has to sit next to me. and stare at me. and bam. my happy feeling is gone. she just carries around this vibe. and then stares at you. and then you're there. feeling so squeezed and caustrophobic. it's scary. it's freaking me out. i don't like it. i hate it. it just makes me feel like some austictic person. and leave me squirming there. why can't she just leave me alone in peace. i've done all my fucking homework larh. i even studied!. why can't she leave me alone. i hate this. i hate all these. it's so.. retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that feeling of being cornered and there's no where else to go. and all you want to do is just fall out and hide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114373261872059343?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114373261872059343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114373261872059343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114373261872059343' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114373201251428167</id><published>2006-03-30T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:20:12.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy..&lt;br /&gt;where'd you go. i miss you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. that song is so cute. grins. i feel like buying oasis and goo goo dolls. gosh. the cds are never ending. i counted the number of cds i have alr. including ones i koped from my mum.. is 61 or stm like that. haha. quite a lot. been buying and buying. i dunno like. fetish for cds? lol. i hate downloading. it has this risk to it. it's so bloody irritating. i hate copy controlled cds. it's retarded. ppl still can rip it if they want to. so why make life difficult for us. the non-uploaders of music. gosh. it's such a bummer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.=l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt like typing stm down. seemed to have forgotten about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where's my player... sian&lt;br /&gt;SIAN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114373201251428167?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114373201251428167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114373201251428167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114373201251428167' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114372947069250299</id><published>2006-03-30T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:37:50.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo((:. online to help lyd and her songs thing. haha. see i'm so nice. LOL. wdv. anw. SMILES. today i'm in a happy mood. cuz i'm finished and up to date with my hw. so proud of myself. and went to go read ss tb. the first time i studied ever. then i saw the clock. then i'm like. must go do songs. so here i am. online. la((:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall study ss and lit tmr after school. got some time to kill. think i shall go raffles and study before tuition. i dunno. i think it's a ever condusive environment. anything to do with it being a business hub/district. i have no idea. gna try tcc's coffee tmr. YAY. can't wait. eunic better not cancel with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised when i'm off. as in. pmsing. i can be quite serious. haha. my rents don't know what to do with me. wells. i'm some weird person. filled with hormones. ntn much i can do i guess=l. just don't piss me off? i dunno. isn't mum just like that. haha. starting to get along better with bro now. it's nice(:. pretty cool and all. a great help in amaths and stuff. he's always boasting about his damn maths. bothers. said stm about regreting not taking bio. so cannot do pharmacist. that industry is pretty good. my mum's friend's sister is like doing really well there. working for some big shot company. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho(: feeling happy today. ups and downs i guess. i don't know why. the week is over. so fast! yea.=l scary aye? o's are coming. i'm hopefully making an improvement on my chinese. HOPEFULLY. i decided to go for jiang chinese intensive. but ponning monday for my other tuition. no other way on breaking the news to her. don't know how to say anw. bummer. hope things just don't get too complicated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i feel quite bad dozing off stms during her lesson. monday arvo. bummer. no interesting p6 girl to keep me awake. LOL((:. anywho. lao shi is so funny. traffic light. haha. she's so funny larh. a really nice person larh. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw. shall stop here. got stuff to do. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114372947069250299?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114372947069250299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114372947069250299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114372947069250299' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114347407245742613</id><published>2006-03-27T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T23:41:12.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://www.quizyourfriends.com/yourquiz.php?quizname=060327103814-908506&amp;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey go do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so lame&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114347407245742613?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114347407245742613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114347407245742613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114347407245742613' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114347028781628135</id><published>2006-03-27T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:38:07.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i don't like you&lt;br /&gt;i told you.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like all the attention you're giving me&lt;br /&gt;i don't like all the extra spare attention you're giving me&lt;br /&gt;i liked it when you're all concern over kor. that you guys focus all your attention on him&lt;br /&gt;i don't like being in the spotlight&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's so defiant about that?&lt;br /&gt;what's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114347028781628135?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114347028781628135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114347028781628135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114347028781628135' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114311568006899336</id><published>2006-03-23T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:08:00.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rants. pms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bummers((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114311568006899336?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114311568006899336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114311568006899336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114311568006899336' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114311043785147280</id><published>2006-03-23T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T18:40:37.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy. i hate them. bothers. they 1) don't trust me 2) don't think i can handle anything 3) thinks i'm trouble AND an attitude problem. well that's just their lost. not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thighs HURTING. ran a 15.01. MISSED the B by ONE second. i slowed down the last two steps anw. 3 seconds to run 5m. LOL. oh wells. it's just a trial. lol. gosh. painnnn....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeew. i hate my rents. their thoughts boogers me stms. me. going out with HIM. eeew?? get a life dude. they're weird. think i'm in a dazee. erps!. they are retarded. can i repeat that sentence? they are retarded. if only my BROTHER was at home. he'd distract my mum enough with all his ns stories. HE'S the CAPABLE and RELIABLE and DOES NOT SCREW UP child. don't look at me. i'm happy enough in a corner. i don't like spotlights. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dad is so irritating. bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmms. they have weird imaginations. kudos for that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sports day tmr. hockey match tmr. dunno if i'm gng or not. prob go for tuition straight after that. baey asked us to go. dunno yet though. i have be buy present for adilah. haha. can i say I'M BROKE any louder? lol((:. i think i can find cash somewhere. haha. hmmms. gng to play xbox tmr. yay. ages since i last touch my nfsu game. i prob should. again. eunic prob thrash me. heck((:. anw. dinner's starting soon. see you((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114311043785147280?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114311043785147280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114311043785147280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114311043785147280' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114260619758437407</id><published>2006-03-17T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T22:36:37.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>one Q. do i look very different in my school pe uni and shirt and in my gng out clothing. [think a black tee with jeans?] the funny thing is. all this while. gng to tuition. in my school uni. and now. wearing home clothes. some guy asked me. "what school are you from?" LOL. funny, isn't it. do i look very different? or does ppl really don't notice and care. i think the latter i guess. mum says i look slimmer. LOL.. crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. brother got into MEDIC. lol.. COMBAT medic. haha. so much for his life guard dream. quite funny larh. haha. then got ppl go storeman, guards, signaller. i think maybe got one ocs. i dunno. he dowan to tell me. that guy also scared scared check one. haha. funny thing is. my dad's colleague. son go GUARDS. you know. it's like a tougher version of commando. and lesser pay. haha. then he went MINDEF to complain. so funny. cost my dad his lunch. LOL. but they couldn't do anything lar. his son prob slack or stm. funny. anw. that guy in my bro's platoon. is like. DAMN slack. dunno how to swim. run. lol!. fail ippt. then everytime take mc. no wonder kana guards. lol((:. funny. damn. aircon COLD.=ll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.. SIAN. gosh=lllll heeeeeeeeeeelp meeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr must go wake up at 6. SIGHS. stupid. stupid. stupid. stupid. stupid. i hate the early calls. on a holiday no less. i think today was my only sleep in day. and my mum HAD to open my bloody window. and i woke up at 9. stupid. i can't even get to laze during the 9 days. okay. 3 out of 9 days. even my bloody saturday morning! are taken up. damn. i hate her. =lll i hate the morning hours. it's worse than school. bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love exams. you just study. think. and you get to catch macs' morning breakfasts. and you don't have to listen to the teacher. trying to absorb and learn. and then you got so much time to study. and reflect. and think of funny weird qns to ask. lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. SIAN. =ll oh bothers. where is everyone? lol. friday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listened to fall out boy's album on the way to tuition. one and a half time. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114260619758437407?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114260619758437407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114260619758437407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114260619758437407' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114234223192112426</id><published>2006-03-14T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:17:11.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. today's a good bad day. lol. funny larh. chinese camp was quite fun larh. not as boring as i thought it would be. lol. yea. quite funny things ppl can do with a cat. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gng to school tmr&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;decided not to pon amaths. oh bothers. sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like sakae sushi.&lt;br /&gt;not as nice as other restaurants. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;borders suck too. kino is so much better. they have more books there. and easier to find somemore. bothers=l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114234223192112426?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114234223192112426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114234223192112426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114234223192112426' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114218238165311460</id><published>2006-03-13T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:53:01.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. OMFG. i love DIRTY DANCING. omg. the music the beat the dance the rhythm the movement. the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part. even though they don't say what happen to the couple after they went their seperate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all about the dance&lt;br /&gt;the music&lt;br /&gt;the beat&lt;br /&gt;the rhythm. love the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you guys should watch it for the passion of dancing((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114218238165311460?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114218238165311460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114218238165311460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114218238165311460' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114215802914287790</id><published>2006-03-12T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T18:07:09.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>expectations,&lt;br /&gt;i feel belittled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114215802914287790?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114215802914287790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114215802914287790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114215802914287790' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114215636608742887</id><published>2006-03-12T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T17:39:26.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy. dad has the biggest attitude problem here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap quote of the day: MONEY GROWS ON TREES.&lt;br /&gt;in my dad's pov. it is SO true. the rate he throws his money away. lol((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i'm such a pig. i love having so much time to myself online. it's a different feeling i guess. haha. things this way is good. not that i'm complaining that is. well. anything would be fine. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to bloc party now. just to hear their sound. indie ish? yea. sounds all the same. quite okay larh. to chill out with. haha. ntn too serious. ntn too playful. haha. i think they're in some french concert. or stm. they're all speaking some foreign language in between. haha. dled it from some fan club or stm. yupp. you know those kind who upload their songs from live concerts and sort. yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe a lil like hard fi? i dunno. that kind of reggae sound. i can't describe them properly. i have an untrained music ear..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm crapping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. for the first time in weeks. so proud of myself. haha. you know. it's really nice to have time. i'm sorry. if you're reading this. i'm not dropping any hints or wdv. but a break is really good. haha. it ain't that boring. even if it is. i'd prob go off and watch a dvd or stm. i'm actually starting to watch them again. haha((:. i tried dirty dancing ytd. but my com hanged=l. bummer. shall watch it another day. when i'm relaxing or stm. out at the hall there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bro playing xbox now. kof. the 3d version. quite fun larh. i think he lost touch. or just choose the wrong character. i WON for a mo. like 5-9 times in a row? can't rmb. haha. he went to acjc tdy. to go disturb his juniors at the mr camp. and ended up playing MAHJONG. ponning the nus open house. lol. i hope he can get in. i'd be cool you know. my brother. gng nus. prob stm i won't be able to achieve that easily. haha. he scored like pretty good for his maths. i wonder if the new syllabus would be any more difficult. more analycal thinking. sighs. new things. always has this unwelcoming feeling to it. [ahh yes. they're performing in paris. they speak. french there? i can't rmb....... or izzit italian. gosh. i get france and italy mixed up. how nice of it to be backpacking around europe. those low budget lonely planet kind. which reminds me... egypt with saifa. i do hope i can go. it'd be a FAB experience. i would love it and all (as long as it isn't THAT time of the month) but i dunno. i would enjoy it. seriously would. and it will be nice. haha. oh bothers....] anw. where was i? oh yes. bah. don't feel like crapping about that alr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this newly found freedom. well. freedom is one untactful way of putting it. is nice. stm i haven't been experiencing since school reopened. no hw to worry about. except that zhuo wen and misc 16 due on tuesday. i'm consistent in my hw. i'm feeling pretty good. i'm blogging again. i'm not stressed up. i have a mood to study. i'm not msging. well except to those photog ppl. gosh. which reminds me. i need to figure out what photos to submit. bummer. you know. saturday had this outing. gosh. i had no mood to take photos. at all.i dunno why=ll. i'm such a camera hogger. LOL. oh bothers. coming saturday got outing again. looks like i'm free on thursday for chi tuition. aye. hope i'll have the mood to take photos. dunno where we are gng yet. maybe i should focus on one theme. i dunno. i don't have the mood to take creative ones. to look at things in a diff angle. well. i dunno larh. diff mood that day i guess. the heat. the battery-low camera. the bag. i dunno. loads of excuses. but it boils down to the spirit larh. hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy advanced birthday to adilah. i know i will forget it when the day comes. so here. shall start shopping for b'day present. i'm up this week. have some spare cash. wonder what i should buy.. haha. it has to be stm special i guess. i'm quite sick of boring-ful stuff. haha. oh well. memories flooding back again. stms being so out front about things isn't good. i dunno. i'm too sensitive stms. but the truth always wakes you up from wdv perceptions you have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapping mood today. i wish i can take better photos. guess i don't have that skill. sucks stms. like murphy's law. i shouldn't try so hard. stms things just come naturally.  guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114215636608742887?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114215636608742887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114215636608742887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114215636608742887' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114200493021148107</id><published>2006-03-10T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:35:30.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in life. no one is really understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little quote of the day-ish thingy. lol. which is quite true larh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114200493021148107?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114200493021148107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114200493021148107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114200493021148107' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114200485276017202</id><published>2006-03-10T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T23:34:12.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some people are just so blinded by distractions that what seems to be the hardest problem they have ever faced. it's answer is actually very simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people just like to exagerate matters into more than what it always is. over analyse. over everything. so much so. it has become a habit. and that people like that. soon find themselves believing that they are going through whatever they thought they were. but it is for one, just an illusion. they are so used to over-exagerating, that it has become their life. so much so. as it causes extra stress. and for what seems like a small matter, it is blown way out of it's proportions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people look at life as if they are always right. for them. the whole world just resolve around them. they do not care who gets hurt at the end of the day. what they really care about. is whether they benefit. or they are at the higher end. or they will get the last laugh. they aren't really well understood around in the society. and seen upon as bitches and sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people. will just sit back and see how life just changes in front of them. they just observe. not acting as any sort of influence in another's life. they will soon be mistreated and forgotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people. just simply cannot take the stress and demands of life. they are sad. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry. i'm crapping here. some people.... some people. it's not good to stereotype. lol. my com is lagging. lol. i'm so bored. well not really i'm just slacking around. waiting for hair to dry before i go and sleep. haha. tmr 9.30 at raffles. lol. craberries taking some time to rip onto player. bummer. have not tried ripping by itunes yet. i will!. soon. when i have time. lol. or when i want to listen to their songs. cuz apparently. MY PLAYER HAS NOT ENOUGH MEMORY. yea. if not i'd be ripping ALL my cds in. which i can't. BUMMER. time to delete. i just freed up like. 200mb of songs just now. all those repeated ones. aye. shall go delete those songs. i'll never want to hear again in my life. LOL. i'm evil. but yea. deleting time((:. so i can UPLOAD more(((:. SEE YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114200485276017202?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114200485276017202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114200485276017202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114200485276017202' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114199923002894730</id><published>2006-03-10T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T22:00:30.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love my result slip. it's so. SHORT and CLEAN. lol((:. i'm sure you'll love it too. LOL.. i'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;english language         56.0&lt;br /&gt;chinese                  VR&lt;br /&gt;additional mathematics   82.5&lt;br /&gt;mathematics              VR&lt;br /&gt;chemistry                VR&lt;br /&gt;physics                  VR&lt;br /&gt;combined humanties (s,g) 60.0&lt;br /&gt;literature(e)            VR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.. so clean aye? haha. today was okay larh. i didn't for asleep in class. for once!. haha. i slept at like.. 11pm larh. haha. earliest of the week. had three "test" today. 2 of which we didn't know we were gng to have. bummer. haha. after school stayed back to do chinese tuition hw. sry yu ting. for giving you a massive headache!. haha. took train to cityhall. actually wanted to take 111. but decided not to. i have no idea where to stop!. lol. so i took a train. went to grammophone. found! the cranberries. GRINS. and it's like. 13 bucks CHEAPER than hmv. lol. then walked around. SIXPENCE NONE THE RICHER was like. 14.95. and i'm like. WHAT THE HECK. just get it. they have a nice sound anw. so bought 2 cds for 30.90. haha. so proud of myself. i'm such a cd freak. lol((:. hope it's worth it. i haven't unwrap them yet. haha. so i went to mph. cuz mum said there got discount. so bought a cinnamon thingy to try from hans. was crossing the road. then two teenage boys was like. point and staring at me. and i'm like. thinking to myself. what. never see crescent girls' in city hall before meh?lol. ignore them anw. but they were cute((:. LOL.. so went to mph. circled one round before gng in. cuz didn't finish my bun yet. haha. ppl were like. staring at me. i dunno why. perhaps of my uniform? too outstanding. walked around there. they didn't have the john berendt book. bothers. then went to walk to national library. it was nice. walking along that area. alone. haha. it's like SOOO much freedom. gosh. imagine if my mum were there. BUGGING me. gosh. seriously you know. when she came to pick me up.. she's like. SULK SULK SULK. i'm like. you expect me to be all smiley and polite with you when you meet me only frown and scold. typical. so irritating. purposely left that place before she came. i dowan her to NAG at me. it's so irritating larh. hello. not everyone likes to hear you lament. OVER AND OVER AGAIN. lol. went to libe. they didn't have the john berendt book. haha. so walked around. wasn't in the mood for nice books. so went down and read ali's book. lol. in the libe. strange aye? haha. then went for tuition. was early. sat there and slept. hmmm. i dunno. everytime i go out with my mum. i get so. bloody irritated with her. i've no idea why. it's basically her actions. and pouts. and sulkiness. and irritation with everything. it's like she's exluding this bad aura around her. and she blames! me when i'm not polite with her. i mean. like hello. i'm here. smiley. and you are there. sulky. and now you want me to be nice with you. with your shit attitude. pfft. that's stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute guy!!(((:. GRINS.. lol. i'm crazy. haha. anw. shall stop here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is such a nice night. well. except with that one hour with my mum. and the half hour ride home with my CRANKY dad who just wants to go back to work. [i mean. why bother sending us home anw. pfft?? not that i'm ungrateful or wdv. but yea. if you want to work. you shouldn't have offered. no diff anw.] but other than that. it's been a nice night((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think mum's gng through some sort of menopausal thingy. she's been cranky since like.. FOREVER. gosh=lllllllllllllllllllllllll.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114199923002894730?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114199923002894730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114199923002894730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114199923002894730' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114182067583793688</id><published>2006-03-08T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:24:35.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one's own safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr[a guy's name] was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask; and as soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions. Orr would be crazy to fly more missions and sane if he didn't, but if he was sane he had to fly them. if he flew them he was crazy and didn't have to; but if he didn't want to he was sane and had to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's retarded. page 34. but not really relevant to what i'm saying. but anyway. heck. it's a funny concept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like murphy's law. if i'm not wrong. [though i have never seen the defination.] i'm guessing like the more you want stm to happen. the more it will. and vice versa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what's happening now. i want to get off the com. and hoping ppl won't im me. but then. ppl just keep doing so.&lt;br /&gt;and when i'm JUST SO BORED. no one ims me. see my point? lol!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114182067583793688?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114182067583793688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114182067583793688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114182067583793688' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114182022894765559</id><published>2006-03-08T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:17:08.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's like catch bloody 22. which i will finish! when i find time to read.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114182022894765559?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114182022894765559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114182022894765559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114182022894765559' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114182020505358495</id><published>2006-03-08T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:16:45.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. anw. com has low battery. oth. gosh. rocks. finally got round to watching it again. it's so bloody sad though. bothers. anw. wonder if they'll all just die in a car crash. LOL. why can't it be a happy ending?? oh wait. then the show will end. LOL. can't have everything i guess. lol. sighs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no such thing as real. unless it comes from the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little quote thingy of the day. sounds kinda crap. but it is true i guess. i hate insincerity. somehow. i guess in a way. that really stikes me as the worst trait? but it covers loads of things. i dunno. i'm really lifting this all from my head. i'm not even sure if insincerity is stm i really hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see my point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ironies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114182020505358495?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114182020505358495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114182020505358495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114182020505358495' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114181975413577916</id><published>2006-03-08T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:09:14.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>airplanes. a feeling of wanting to fly away. that feeling of running away. or just leaving a place so dear to you. was seeing an airplane flew pass from my window. [yes i do see them. well. their blinking lights really] everytime i see a airplane fly past, i feel this pang. this pang of. i don't know what. joy? sadness? dearness? i feel so emotional. i just feel like sitting down. and think. what am i really doing? i'm under performing. i'm behind in ALL my work. i'm not serious about studying when i should be. i have 7 more months. less than 3 to brush up on my chinese. it ain't gonna improve. if i don't work hard for it. it seems so far away. but yet so near. it's march. i'm still lazing around. doing ntn. not doing my hw. not serious about anything. i don't feel good missing tests. i don't feel good looking at my results. i don't feel good. not studying for something. i don't feel good anyway. i'm not studying. i'm not as hardworking as everyone else. i'm not as hardworking as i should be. that 6 points seems so far away. i doubt i can get that. but stm close to that figure would be good. but even if i do reach my target. do i really deserve it? i have not been studying. at all. my grades. are horrible!. it's weird you know. ppl usually play during sec 3 and mug during sec 4. but it's all e opposite for me. i'm picking up bad habits. i can't concentrate. i complain about minor details. i'm fussy. i'm picky. i'm spoilt. i'm an irritant. i'm a bloody whiner. it all just really sucks. it does. there's not way out unless i really try hard to break a habit. like now. i'm supposed to be finishing my over due homework. but i'm here. blogging about stm i felt. so strongly for. just a sight of an airplane. touched me that much. it brought back memories. of the past month. it really did. everything. then i miss it. i did treasure my time there. but it brought bad points too. but it depends on what pov you look at it. sure. it made me miss test. and made me behind in my hw. but it did help me wake up. i realise what i'm really doing with all my time. sure. with a little help from friends. but i guess. that's what that whole week really taught me. and loads of other important stuff of course. but sticking to this topic. it really taught me. that i shouldn't waste my time. hell. i have more time than anyone else in my class to actually study. lol. not a lot of cca. tuitions. gosh. i have two bloody tuitions in my chinese. and i'm gna see lao shi for zhuo wen writing in term 2. [now isn't a convenient time. as she. still somewhat recovering.] yea. term 1. has been bloody fast. where i spent most of my time sleeping in class. because of late nights and stuff. i guess i have to cut on that. but anyhow. i guess i've got to get serious and everything. i can't afford to play around. must start studying. i doubt i'd have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only my glasses ain't so...... blinding.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. the ironies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and shut up about the stupid "you're really growing up" or stm like that. it's irritating. gosh. it really gets on me. i guess it's a sensitive topic for me. because for one. i'm always this way. it's just how i look at things. but when you put it this way. everytime i say things like that. it makes it seem i'm a better a person. when i really am the same one. and still have roughly the same mindset about stuff. i still think the same way. but i think more now. but anyhow. i HATE that phrase. got that?? seriously. that's the best way to irritate me. except for deodourant. but that's a different story. me and my whining. but seriously. quit that. it irritates. it really does. for some reason. it does. [remind me to point that out to you the next time you say it. gosh...........] and ps. you ain't the best influence around here. lol!.i'm serious about that. see you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114181975413577916?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114181975413577916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114181975413577916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114181975413577916' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114164213200582441</id><published>2006-03-06T18:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T18:48:52.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i figured the only way i can actually blog about the myanmar trip. and you guys actually reading it. is to.. create another blog. which i will do so. soon. LOL!!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114164213200582441?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114164213200582441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114164213200582441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114164213200582441' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114144769777292716</id><published>2006-03-04T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T12:48:17.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heyy. my dad has been in a. happy only go shout at ppl mood. wtf?? it's PISSING ppl off. i mean. i'm not sure about you. but PEOPLE DON'T LIKE TO BE TALKED AT IN THAT KIND OF TONE. and do NOT expect ppl to answer you POLITELY when you talk in that tone. i seriously think you ENJOY speaking in such manner. gosh. you're gna die of a heart attack one day if you're not careful. wtf??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho. today had a funny time during english. haha. photog was quite nice. black and white and everything. haha. i love this shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice aye?yea. haha. anw. i forgot all about it. gosh. i'm soooooooo ego. but it's okay. LOL. i need to go. see youu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/346/1600/IMG_4037a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1673/346/320/IMG_4037a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114144769777292716?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114144769777292716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114144769777292716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114144769777292716' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6439080.post-114139903097278052</id><published>2006-03-03T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:17:10.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey. today's funny.. funny in tuition. haha. that martin guy. DOES go to the same chi and eng tuition afterall. so funny. haha. today's a funny day. i'm crazy. i actually slept. and snored!. lol. in school. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep on smiling. and weird poly guy kept looking at me.[can't say he's ugly!. lol. not bad larh.] on the train. perhaps my dao face. i seriously looked. so serious and was like. stonesss. loL!. it was funny larh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's a funny day. today's a funny day. today's a funny day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6439080-114139903097278052?l=smithrydell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114139903097278052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6439080/posts/default/114139903097278052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smithrydell.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114139903097278052' title=''/><author><name>isabel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
