<?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-5953960</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:38:16.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little bit.</title><subtitle type='html'>of something.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>219</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108589988308733445</id><published>2004-05-30T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T14:51:23.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cease.This blog will end from today onwards. Someone I do not want to be reading my blog has been reading it. And so, it ends here. If you'd like my new address, please email me with a little intro. Say hello, I'd like to know alittle about you. :)Ciao!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108589988308733445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108589988308733445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108589988308733445' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108576786495668158</id><published>2004-05-29T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T03:11:58.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Getting Swung Into the Swing of Things The zzz monster is being very unkind to me. Instead of lulling me to sleep ( although monsters don't lull, do they?), it's keeping me up till the wee hours. Then it tries to make up for it and leave some not-so-subtle gifts in the morning - bleary eyes and eye bags. How nice. Oh my studies. Whether I like it or not, the time to hustle will come soon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108576786495668158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108576786495668158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108576786495668158' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108559725626210690</id><published>2004-05-27T02:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T05:00:13.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can't Get No Satisfaction From the Peas!I would love to say that the concert was great, that it was one big jolly good fun, but nah....At best, it was okay lah.It was supposed to begin at 8pm. But there were three opening acts (winners from the 987 competition)and they began only at 8.30pm. The bunch of kids behind us went, " It's already 8.09pm" and then later whined, "It's 8.12pm". </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108559725626210690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108559725626210690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108559725626210690' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108546977810842401</id><published>2004-05-25T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T15:25:48.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah Hah!The boliao-ness! I've added phlogger to my sidebar. Will tinker with it later. If only there's time for a nap.. It's BEP tonight! :)Note: I have a feeling I'll see a lot of mats and minahs. :D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108546977810842401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108546977810842401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108546977810842401' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108533775130239057</id><published>2004-05-24T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T03:38:22.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pick up the Reins, Dammit.So slack. So bloody slack. Got my Psychology exam and assignment in two weeks, and I'm wwaaayyy behind. Enough said. More, and I'll panic. I am already panicking. Panic comes in good time. The past few days' been vague in my memory except for a few things. Didn't feel like blogging. Felt terribly grumpy and anti-social at times. Went for tuition. Remembered </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108533775130239057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108533775130239057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108533775130239057' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108511588406702390</id><published>2004-05-21T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T13:19:50.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No Crazy Plots, Can?I need sweet dreamless sleep. Not sleep with crazy plots of people oddly put together.  Not jump cuts bringing me from one scene to another. Nor sleep that wakes me up umpteen times through the night. 8 hours, 10 hours of sleep and I still wake up feeling damn tired. Sweet dreamless sleep, please?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108511588406702390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108511588406702390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108511588406702390' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108481297759344987</id><published>2004-05-18T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T01:23:33.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am Going Now, I Tell You.I was at Popular bookstore just now checking if they've replenished the Stabilo Point 88 pens that I'm such a sucker for. And they have! I think I've been looking for them for a month or so. The yummy colours are always gone too soon and they take a long time to restock. Apparently, it's  elusive in Amerika. 'Cos my lecturer was so excited to see the pens in our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108481297759344987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108481297759344987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108481297759344987' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108477373790635263</id><published>2004-05-17T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T16:40:08.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Not Letting Up!Alright, further update. Let me see.....Saturday's Intake:No brekkie, just coffee.Chicken rice  and vanilla coke for lunch.Ice cream. Instant noodles for dinner.Sunday's Intake:2 pieces of KFC chicken and one piece of prata for brunch and a mini Snickers bar *winks at Lin*.Ramly Burger Special (with egg and cheese) for dinner. A mug of milk, one apple and lotsa </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108477373790635263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108477373790635263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108477373790635263' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108455381641633100</id><published>2004-05-15T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T01:57:51.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ZZZZ....I'm so tired. I think the late nights and the morning lectures are taking a toll on me. Feeling a little irritable and dead tired. Good thing the lectures end tomorrow.There's an in-class essay tomorrow which I'm barely prepared for. But it's okay 'cos it's open-book. I just hope I'm able to crap through it while sounding philosophical. 'Cos seriously, my head's spinning. It's all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108455381641633100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108455381641633100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108455381641633100' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108443274609208154</id><published>2004-05-13T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T15:19:06.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Beginning of the Munchkins' DietYesterday's Intake: Breakfast: Rejected Deli***ce peach tart with coffee Lunch: Rice with 2 fried eggs, Ribena and a glass of milk. Dinner: Instant mee goreng. And leftover sardines while watching Buffy.Today's Intake:Breakfast: Long John Silver's breakfast set of toasts with egg and cheese plus coffee. Lunch: Fried rice ( To be continued.. for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108443274609208154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108443274609208154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108443274609208154' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108434662948938029</id><published>2004-05-12T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T15:30:40.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh no! Oh no!Die. I think I've lost weight. That's it! I'm going to record my food intake here from now on. Daily. Boo hoo..On another note, Class 95's playing all the va va voom songs. I like. It's Sinatra I've Got You Under My Skin with Bono growling along. : ) Heard so far:Duran Duran - Come Undone. Toni Braxton - Another Sad Love Song. The song that goes 'Sometimes love just ain't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108434662948938029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108434662948938029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108434662948938029' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108421183956784885</id><published>2004-05-11T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T02:27:05.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Things People DoMe and him were just talking just now, wondering. What do people do nowadays in their free time? 'Cos the talk that's been going round these days centres around TV most of the time. Seriously, it's now like a foreign object to me. Didn't know what and who's who on American Idol. What more that supermodel reality programme other than it's Tyra Banks hosting. (Wait, is it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108421183956784885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108421183956784885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108421183956784885' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108395935043856038</id><published>2004-05-08T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T03:55:24.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ponder RememberChildren by Kahlil GibranYour children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108395935043856038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108395935043856038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108395935043856038' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108395301385782008</id><published>2004-05-08T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T02:09:01.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>City of GodI'd wanted to watch this, but missed it. Wonder if Laser Flair has it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108395301385782008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108395301385782008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108395301385782008' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108385161806173779</id><published>2004-05-06T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T08:42:20.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Not so Bad Once It's Here. : )Food for thought. Yums!"... In an unpredictable world, don't lose the ability to be grateful for what you have. Don't make the mistake of noticing only what's missing. "Count your blessings! And keep putting one foot in front of the other to move forward. When you grow up, you'll like yourself a lot better, and you'll like your life a lot better, too."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108385161806173779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108385161806173779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108385161806173779' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108369912716551569</id><published>2004-05-05T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T03:56:06.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As the Clock Strikes Twelve...24, here I come!No, no. It's forever 23.Ah well, it's just a number, aye?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108369912716551569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108369912716551569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108369912716551569' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108357121377099197</id><published>2004-05-03T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T16:22:10.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CCIf I have time and money, I'd probably spend a lot more time at the nearby community club. Sound uncool? Scoot. These classes at a nearby CC are enticing at the moment:- Belly dancing - Yoga- Boxercise- Conversational Mandarin- SalsaOne day, I wanna learn the tango.In fact, the belly dancing class is starting this month..but it's on Saturday nites! Bugger. Don't they know those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108357121377099197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108357121377099197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108357121377099197' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108349283873903630</id><published>2004-05-02T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T19:02:23.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Bleah SundayMigraine is happily making its presence felt. Pounding and throbbing at the top of my head till a little above the nape of my neck. I've got to leave the house in a little while to get some assessment books for a new tuition kid and then have tuition at night. Bleah. What a way to spend Sunday.I am feeling a little confused and apprehensive. I feel as if I'm taking a plunge </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108349283873903630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108349283873903630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108349283873903630' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108330735857732076</id><published>2004-04-30T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T14:49:42.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Weird and WonderfulFind it interesting what kind of google searches lead people to my blog. There's been a number of visits from searches on 'converting to low waist jeans' lately, 'japanese av torrent' (?) , 'ntuc income city hall', 'canned laughter soundboard' and one that made me go huh?  was ' jurong g-string'.funny. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108330735857732076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108330735857732076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108330735857732076' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108309264291246284</id><published>2004-04-28T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T03:48:28.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Magnetic PoetryAnd I got myself the tix to the Black-Eyed Peas concert that's to happen next month. An advanced pressie to myself. Yes, I assure you it has nothing to do with the crotch-grabbing act - see entry dated Feb 16. But who's going to believe me now? : )Got the tix on impulse. I know if I were to hesitate a moment longer, it might have been severely defeated in the battle of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108309264291246284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108309264291246284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108309264291246284' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108303889597402408</id><published>2004-04-27T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T14:05:19.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spinning. It's like being in a magnetic field and my compass had gone haywire, spinning in different directions. I couldn't think clearly. I get unduly upset. I felt weighted down. All I wanted was to keep away from people lest I dampened good moods. 'Cos I know how scarce good moods can be these days. Neither was I in the right frame of mind to offer a listening ear.As usual, I'm struck by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108303889597402408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108303889597402408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108303889597402408' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108274209137656827</id><published>2004-04-24T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T11:53:55.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh man. The gloom's setting in. Why do I have to experience these bouts?  - sigh - happy food, here i come.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108274209137656827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108274209137656827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274209137656827' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108269789740957795</id><published>2004-04-23T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T13:46:00.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank You for the Forwards, For Giving Them to Me. Got this in my inbox: To all my friends, thanks to you sending me chain letters in 2003:*  I stopped drinking Coca Cola after I found out that it's good for removing toilet stains.*  I stopped going to the movies for fear of sitting on a needle infected with AIDS.*  I smell like a dog since I stopped using deodorants because they cause</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108269789740957795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108269789740957795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108269789740957795' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108260738367014525</id><published>2004-04-22T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T12:38:37.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Late, Late Night. Just came back from tuition and had my recently habit-forming daily breakfast of 3-4 slices of wholemeal bread and butter. It's healthy and good for bowel movement. : ) Had this thought yesterday.. It's quite an insensitive thought, but I was thinking of going to one of the nearby buildings at the collapse site and get on a high floor to have a look at the damage. It's not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108260738367014525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108260738367014525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108260738367014525' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108248516397323168</id><published>2004-04-21T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T02:43:01.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's Wrong With the World, Mama?I am really keeping my fingers crossed that Georgie Bushie does not get reelected this November. Who knows what else can happen in the next four years with him in the house? And Nicoll Highway, found it hard to believe it really happened. Live webcast of collapse site here. With things happening in succession like this, our officials must be like cats on a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108248516397323168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108248516397323168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108248516397323168' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108244789576629177</id><published>2004-04-20T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T16:56:02.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Footnote that Came a bit LaterYah, the guy who asked for the number. Heh heh. I was waiting for that buyer who didn't show up after all, feeling stupid loitering at the lrt station. The guy came among a sudden crowd of people. He was either working at the lrt or had gotten off some company bus. Anyhow, I thought he was a chinese guy. Looked very much like Ben Goh of the Pyramid Game </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108244789576629177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108244789576629177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108244789576629177' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108238641078921354</id><published>2004-04-19T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T00:03:12.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoo Ga Jaa GaThe weather has been sooo warm hot and humid for the past few weeks. There we were melting at home in the heat and I suggested to Em over ICQ that we do a little rain dance to call the rain. It rained awhile today, and I sms-ed her about it straightaway. And you know how SMS exchanges can go. : ) Me: Emily, the rain dance worked! It's raining big waterlogged drops here.Emily:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108238641078921354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108238641078921354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108238641078921354' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108235424219861988</id><published>2004-04-19T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T18:26:17.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Hmmm.Sometimes what I need is someone breathing down my neck and barking "Get going, you goondu!" I'm supposed to be at the Woodlands library right now looking for articles for my assignment and running some errands after that. I've got to get back before 6 for tuition later. But, dilly dally dilly dally, I'm still at home. Alright, going off now. *scurries away*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108235424219861988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108235424219861988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108235424219861988' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108231353162672986</id><published>2004-04-19T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T02:55:40.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stuffing Face.I'm feeling gluttony. I'm thinking of buffets. High-tea buffet at Royal Plaza at $18.50+++ on weekdays and $24.50+++ on weekends. Ooh yes,  sushi buffet too. All this after eating leftover black pepper chicken at 2.30am. And I was being absolutely sadistic to Em by icq-ing abt buffets with her. *winks*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108231353162672986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108231353162672986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108231353162672986' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108223066999087042</id><published>2004-04-18T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T03:48:22.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And Soon I'll Put on the Yellow Suit with the Black Stripes and Buzz Around.I just got the schedule for the next module's lectures. It'll be from 6th to 15th May, which is kinda bad timing 'cos it's the exams period for the tuition kids. I hate having to reschedule during the exams. Might not go down too well with some parents. Well, I just got to do what I got to do. Reading list for the new</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108223066999087042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108223066999087042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108223066999087042' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108214228101197290</id><published>2004-04-17T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T03:32:19.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Temporary Madness. Yep, yep. It was. *Rolls eyes* It's been a while since I was feeling down. Now, it feels a little silly when I think back about it. Like my worries and all those thoughts were frivolous. That I could used all that energy for something wiser and more constructive. Right now, I'm happy. In fact, I even feel complete. Which, oddly, is something I sometimes find myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108214228101197290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108214228101197290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108214228101197290' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108205069496739170</id><published>2004-04-16T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T13:32:26.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm on a Roll. I Have No Life. Ack, What the Heck! : )I want to read The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time not because it sounded particularly interesting at the back of the book. It didn't, really. Not because of the 4.5- star reviews on Amazon. Yes, maybe it does have something to do with the cover (It did catch my eye whenever I walk through Borders). But, it's because of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108205069496739170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108205069496739170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108205069496739170' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108201516345436382</id><published>2004-04-15T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T15:51:44.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did U say 1000?I want this: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108201516345436382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108201516345436382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108201516345436382' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108191704326750657</id><published>2004-04-14T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T12:41:13.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the Stars Come out of Hiding.Yep, I was affected by that massive - by Singapore standard - blackout yesterday night. I don't dare imagine how it was like in New York when it happened. : ) We went about the house by the light of our handphone screens  when we couldn't find the torchlights. Saw from the living room window how the whole Bukit Panjang and Yew Tee areas were bathed in darkness</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108191704326750657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108191704326750657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108191704326750657' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108169558596801124</id><published>2004-04-11T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T23:06:18.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Fish Flew!Had dinner with the family at Choa Chu Kang's G u r a m e earlier. It's a big place. Spacious. Indonesian music all around. Loud. A little too loud. We all had in mind a few dishes to order. But they are finished. Kang kong finished. Tahu telor finished. Squid dishes finished. Unbelievable. It was a little before 8pm when we ordered. The food came. No, the desserts came first.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108169558596801124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108169558596801124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108169558596801124' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108166916457309124</id><published>2004-04-11T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T16:58:58.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the Horses Have Long Left What Looks like now a Desolate Moor coming out from Jane Austen's Books. I went to Turf City for the first time on the Good Friday holiday. All along I thought it was a newly-built building when it's actually the Turf Club building converted into a shopping mall. Ignorant misconception. : p The air in the building smells funny. We went up to a seafood </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108166916457309124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108166916457309124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108166916457309124' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108144690417677573</id><published>2004-04-09T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T02:33:41.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tried and Tests. Saw this in Emily's blog, and it looks interesting. So, here's mine: Advanced Big 30 Personality Test ResultsSociability ||||||||||||   34%Aggressiveness  ||||||||||||||||||  54%Assertiveness  ||||||||||||  34%Activity Level  ||||||||||||  38%Excitement-Seeking  |||||||||||||||  50%Enthusiasm  ||||||||||||||||||||| 62%Extroversion  |||||||||||||||  45%Trust  |||||||</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108144690417677573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108144690417677573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108144690417677573' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108139532908528168</id><published>2004-04-08T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T11:45:07.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Relishing Indulgence.It's been pretty busy of sorts these days with the lectures and cramming of tuition slots last week. This week's more of a slacking week. Monday: Lecture in the morning, followed by hanging around at Far East Plaza while my new jeans were being altered. Bumped into Mimsie and Emily, walked around a bit more, collected my jeans and went home to catch some sleep before two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108139532908528168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108139532908528168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108139532908528168' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108115444189331072</id><published>2004-04-05T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T16:50:29.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sniff.I feel a fever (?) creeping up on me. Hot eyeballs. Runny nose. Phlegmy cough. Argh. Must get well. Feeling wooly-headed right now. Can't seem to coordinate mind and movement. So, I'm gonna catch forty winks after this. Maybe a few more. Maybe less than 40 since I've got tuition at about 6pm later. I know. That thing about the winks? Corny. Why 40 anyway??I've finished Confessions </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108115444189331072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108115444189331072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108115444189331072' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108089552298888219</id><published>2004-04-02T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T16:51:05.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh The Smell!Fooh, the smell hit me like a tsunami. The unidentifed assailant must have released it at close range. The air was thick. Goodness me! I lost my appetite though I was terribly hungry. Except for a slice of bread, I hadn't had a meal since morning. Yep, someone released a silent but deadly pent-up gas in the bus this afternoon on my way home. On a drastic u-turn note, I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108089552298888219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108089552298888219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108089552298888219' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108080464056372412</id><published>2004-04-01T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T15:38:48.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>April!I'm sitting in front of the PC (mine's still dead. using another one at home) trying to focus on my assignment that's due tomorrow. It's already April! Leslie Cheung died exactly a year ago. The Okinawans are getting fat on hamburgers and pizzas. South Korea's gotten their bullet train finally. And it's going to be almost a year since Mimsie, Emily and I planned to gorge at Fish &amp; Co </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108080464056372412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108080464056372412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108080464056372412' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108071415292099015</id><published>2004-03-31T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T14:31:44.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am So S L E E P Y.Came back from class about an hour ago. Shall I take an itsy bitsy short nap? My head feels extremely dull, with the pounding migraine I had this morning and the lack of sleep. But I've got to be out again by 4plus later. And that leaves me two hours to get some reading done for tomorrow's quiz, do my chores and get ready before going out. My PC's gone bonkers again. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108071415292099015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108071415292099015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108071415292099015' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108064092509537665</id><published>2004-03-30T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T18:52:17.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leaving on a Jet Plane? Flighty. In primary school, my teacher gave me an unabridged copy of  Heidi as a present. It was in blue hardcover with silver embossed letterings and border design on the cover. The typical classic book cover. Heidi loved staying up in the mountains in Switzerland. She loved seeing how the mountains turned red as if on fire when the sun set. The simple life she led </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108064092509537665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108064092509537665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108064092509537665' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108049022395709525</id><published>2004-03-29T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T00:38:11.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Juggling the Multi Tasks. I'm doing my reading for tomorrow morning's quiz while icq-ing while blogging while reading blogs as well. The psychology text has been an interesting read. Engaging but don't think I'll be sharing anything now. I'm a little mentally tired today even before the multitasking, which by the way is just a sign of diffused attention. My mind's been hopping from one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108049022395709525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108049022395709525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108049022395709525' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108028042299061723</id><published>2004-03-26T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T16:40:41.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Busy Ahead. Just got home awhile ago from class. Popped a homemade pizza (if it can even be called that) in the oven, my first meal for the day and now whiling time away before my tuition kid comes around 2pm. Today's the start of a new module - Behavioural Science - and I bet it's going to be interesting. Already getting reacquainted with Maslow and Pavlov. Remember them? Anyway, expect </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108028042299061723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108028042299061723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108028042299061723' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108015507923933207</id><published>2004-03-25T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T03:13:23.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Opportunity cost?It was worth it. Had loads and loads of fun. : ) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108015507923933207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108015507923933207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108015507923933207' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-108012001200192123</id><published>2004-03-24T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T17:35:43.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Too Tardy for my Liking. My bad, bad habit. And it's getting worse lately. I'm at least half an hour late these days when meeting people.  I was an hour late meeting Mimsie and Em at Harbourfront on Sunday. On Saturdays, I'm supposed to meet him at 2.30 most of the time but I'd reach at 3pm earliest. It can stretch to 3.30 or so. I am late for class most of the time. It's terrible.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108012001200192123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/108012001200192123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108012001200192123' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107993510068226099</id><published>2004-03-22T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T14:02:04.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Kaboom!I had a blast last weekend. : ) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107993510068226099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107993510068226099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107993510068226099' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107972444064576225</id><published>2004-03-20T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T04:28:56.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Bridge Called EmpathyTaken from Cambridge Online Dictionary. Read the issue of friendships from Emily's blog and thought I'd put in my two cents' worth as well. There is a fine line between empathy and sympathy.empathy noun [U]the ability to share someone else's feelings or experiences by imagining what it would be like to be in their situationCompare sympathy (UNDERSTANDING).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107972444064576225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107972444064576225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107972444064576225' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107955159259860322</id><published>2004-03-18T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T13:05:28.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kick-Ass ActionToday was the season premiere of Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It's the last season, and I think I need to find another TV series that'll get me hooked from beginning to end. For seven seasons. I almost missed it 'cos I rarely watch television these days. It's a good thing I caught sight of that reminder at the bottom of the screen. I am not a television junkie. Not now. And not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107955159259860322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107955159259860322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107955159259860322' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107950900340325693</id><published>2004-03-17T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T16:00:39.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sikit BiolThe times when I'm feeling down and out, I tend to sleep late into the afternoon. I may have a few things to do, but I lose all motivation to get them done. I'd rather be asleep so I wouldn't have to think. I think many womenfolk tend to be that way.I for one need to have my emotional side in good order to be able to work. 'Cos if I don't, my mind will be mulling over it time and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107950900340325693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107950900340325693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107950900340325693' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107941552516205557</id><published>2004-03-16T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T13:57:50.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What? Ayers Rock?That two mounds have been there for about 2 years probably. I think it's some construction for an underground military facility.Residents close to it have been complaining about the dust and all. But, me? I enjoy the view. With a little imagination, it's like a Singapore's Ayers Rock. Hah hah. --------------------------------------------------------I'm going to do a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107941552516205557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107941552516205557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107941552516205557' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107937853602560196</id><published>2004-03-16T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T04:12:26.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soap Gets In Your EyesI was supposed to be asleep around 2am. I couldn't sleep. After all that tossing and turning, thought I might as well get up and offload some of those mess in my head. I've been feeling a little down these past few days (weeks, probably). A reason why I haven't been blogging much blogworthy stuff. We all know that this online journal thingie only present facades of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107937853602560196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107937853602560196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107937853602560196' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107915333918606586</id><published>2004-03-13T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T01:59:34.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Flo-Wer. I bought the dress. It must be all that sushi. We had walked about abit at Bugis Village. After gushing over this particular dress for the umpteenth time, when I was trying on a pair of linen capris, the girls thrust the dress into the fitting 'room'. Was so smitten by it! Still, I hesitated. A day of contemplation later ( yes, I contemplate that long over a dress), I went back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107915333918606586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107915333918606586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107915333918606586' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107911461681401412</id><published>2004-03-13T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T02:06:48.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Want! I Want!I want an exciting life. I don't want this daily drudgery to go on. I want to encounter different experiences. I want to meet interesting people. I  want to laugh and have fun. I'm bored. Bored!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107911461681401412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107911461681401412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107911461681401412' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107907298455757477</id><published>2004-03-12T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T02:08:39.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It Ended with Sumimasen.I sense the beginning of the end of the bingeing phase. : )After the sweetness and light of last week's bingeing menu, I satisfied my long-suffering craving for sushis at the sushi buffet yesterday afternoon with Em and Mimi. Got the chawanmushi, the miso soup and whatever sumi-masin stuff that the Japanese eat.By the end of the meal, there was still a piece of Soft </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107907298455757477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107907298455757477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107907298455757477' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107906591883407761</id><published>2004-03-12T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T14:15:46.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Job is Done for the Day.I have just finished two slots of tuition. I'm done for the day. Hehe. Feeling kinda unemployed though. Come, come, I need response to my flyers now that the CA results for primary school students are out. Must double up efforts to distribute them. Nope, must get going on distributing it. I hate doing it! Gotta thicken my skin whenever I get chanced upon while I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107906591883407761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107906591883407761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107906591883407761' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107894423268061905</id><published>2004-03-11T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T02:48:48.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dullness of It All. You are the playful pin-up!  Do you know how to beserious? What Type Of Retro Gal Are You? brought to you by QuizillaFeeling bored and restless again. Funny. I do have quite a bit of things to do, but to do them alone? Sigh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107894423268061905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107894423268061905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107894423268061905' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107889716154330776</id><published>2004-03-10T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T13:46:16.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guilty Pleasure It Is. I'm feeling oh so lazy. Came back from tuition before 11 am, and have been on the net since. I'd  finally got my butt off the chair to have brunch only around 12.30 pm. There are some things that I've got to do - put up my books for auction, distribute flyers, do my assignment, form English exercises for my tuition kids etc - but I'm feeling really L.A.Z.Y. Did I hear </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107889716154330776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107889716154330776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107889716154330776' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107885649088993550</id><published>2004-03-10T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T02:24:38.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stuffed Face. Chocolates, ice cream, chips, cakes.. you name it. I feel like stuffing my face, and yes, I've had three of the mentioned today and yesterday. Chocs for tomorrow - and another round of ice cream maybe?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107885649088993550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107885649088993550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107885649088993550' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107877920473998271</id><published>2004-03-09T04:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T05:15:44.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Like This!Got tired of the classic ( read: serious and sleek) design, so decided to search for a lighthearted one. Found this layout, changed the picture to this one of scattered ABCs and voila! I like it. : ) Needs a little more tweaking, but I suppose I should be getting some sleep. Heh heh. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107877920473998271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107877920473998271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107877920473998271' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107868245696192237</id><published>2004-03-08T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T03:01:54.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Episode with the Jeans. I left my favourite pair of jeans at a makan place at Far East Plaza. For good reason. I'd gotten it altered around the thighs 'cos I thought that it was a little loose for me. While running some errands, I got it done at an alteration shop that I'd gone to once before at Queensway shopping centre. I'd felt this strange sense of premonition when the auntie tugged </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107868245696192237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107868245696192237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107868245696192237' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107847905026625882</id><published>2004-03-05T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T17:37:03.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh.Man, was I feeling rotten! Funnily, Justin Timberlake's Justified made it better. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107847905026625882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107847905026625882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107847905026625882' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107833925174864177</id><published>2004-03-04T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T03:00:33.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going Once. I hereby declare March to be the month of the auctions. I'm so broke. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107833925174864177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107833925174864177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107833925174864177' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107813195459791343</id><published>2004-03-01T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T17:17:31.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TeachHer parents initially wanted me to concentrate on Maths. But as I went through the problem sums with her, I realise that the root of the problem is her understanding of the questions itself. For example, imagine she did not understand the meaning of this sentence at primary 6: "If a pot cost $25 and a plate cost 2/5 as much". The phrase "as much" confused her. At primary 6?! She gonna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107813195459791343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107813195459791343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107813195459791343' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107807766576568208</id><published>2004-03-01T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T03:52:27.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Positive to be Positive. Positive. Ever had this feeling? You think you know for sure how a word is spelled. But when you write it out a few times, or look at it too long or too closely, something doesn't click up there. Suddenly, it looks foreign. It looks wrong. That's what happened with 'positive' a few minutes ago. About positivity. I don't consider myself much of a positive person</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107807766576568208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107807766576568208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107807766576568208' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107799236769799875</id><published>2004-02-29T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T02:34:35.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Search is Over!I found a truly truly cheap copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. Woo hoo!I've been looking for an 'affordable' copy for so long. It's from the Wordsworth Classics range at a mere $4.73. Editions by other publishers easily cost about $30. Am reading it again. : ) I feel like shopping, feel like breaking out from my usual tee-and-jeans combo. Feel like getting a whole lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107799236769799875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107799236769799875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107799236769799875' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107777632617809654</id><published>2004-02-26T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T01:19:01.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forever it Shall Be. Yesterday, my tuition kid's grandmother asked me how old I am. I told her I'm 24. I have this habit of going by the year, instead of getting a year older when the birthday comes. Once in awhile, I go by the buffet-style 23++ (that I credit my friend to for coming up with).The old lady looked surprised, a little incredulous. I must admit it's flattering.  But, it also </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107777632617809654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107777632617809654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107777632617809654' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107768913222706869</id><published>2004-02-25T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T01:19:45.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life's Easier as A Kid, Don't You Think?Once in a while, I feel like reading a children's or young people's book. They are less complicated, and they have good simple messages. They bring back days of guileless youth. Things are so much simpler. I go back to my Roald Dahls when I feel like that. But, I found the title of a book that I read a long time which I had thoroughly enjoyed. It's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107768913222706869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107768913222706869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107768913222706869' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107761396336078871</id><published>2004-02-24T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T17:20:50.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Make Something? Crafty. I have this sudden urge to make something. Make something with my hands. I've been toying with the idea of getting a small sewing machine. We don't have one at home 'cos my mother is more of a cooking person, not the sewing type. Then again, there are exceptions - those who are reeling good at both. Anyway, I went back to the website that talked about having Ladies </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107761396336078871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107761396336078871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107761396336078871' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107755069874338195</id><published>2004-02-23T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T23:41:06.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another of those TestsThe SonnetDeliberate Gentle Love Dreamer (DGLDf)Romantic, hopeful, and composed. You are the Sonnet. Get it? Composed? Sonnets want Love and have high ideals about it. They're conscientious people, caring &amp; careful. You yourself have deep convictions, and you devote a lot of thought to romance and what it should be. This will frighten away most potential mates, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107755069874338195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107755069874338195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107755069874338195' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107738903663175204</id><published>2004-02-22T02:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T03:04:07.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Type, Ah? Which Type?&lt;!--68.75 50 65.71 56.25--&gt;     INFP - "Questor". High capacity for caring. Emotional face to the world. High sense of honor derived from internal values. 4.4% of total population.     Take Free Myers-Briggs Personality Test withIntroverted (I) 70.97% Extroverted (E) 29.03%Intuitive (N) 55.56% Sensing (S) 44.44%Feeling (F) 62.16% Thinking (T) 37.84%Perceiving (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107738903663175204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107738903663175204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107738903663175204' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107725857847577539</id><published>2004-02-20T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T15:14:40.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's Happening on the Other Side?Dear Diary, Guess what?! I should have taken that role in that movie. I know I could have been  nominated at the Academy Awards this year. I can, I really can! I heard through the grapevine that nominees in the four acting categories will be walking away not just with the bald-golden-guy-in-the-buff. You know what? Whoever won will have something really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107725857847577539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107725857847577539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107725857847577539' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107700508519676893</id><published>2004-02-17T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T22:23:40.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>La-La Lands of the Big ScreenOn Sunday, I bought on impulse VCDs of two movies  - My Big Fat Greek Wedding and the French film He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not - that I've missed.In light of the past week's rush in completing assignments and stuffing my head with American history facts, I watched My Big Fat Greek Wedding just now and the latter yesterday. Pure indulgence. They were satisfying. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107700508519676893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107700508519676893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107700508519676893' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107692023372062200</id><published>2004-02-16T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T16:39:59.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Healthy Curiosity. Really.Gyser: Why must hold the balls?Rossyrup: Jump so violently scared drop.Was watching the MTV Asia Awards on Ch i yesterday night to catch the performance by the Black-Eyed Peas. When they finally came on at the end of the show, we can't help but notice that the Mexican-American member of the group held on to his eh hem far too often. I mean, rappers and all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107692023372062200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107692023372062200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107692023372062200' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107678676867965944</id><published>2004-02-15T03:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T19:31:50.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the DJ asked, "Are You Two Planning on Running Away?"I am simply glad the exam is over. Over. Over. Over. As usual, I crapped my way through the paper. It was low quality crap. I think the lecturers must have felt that the previous papers, for which I had crapped through also, were filled with somewhat quality crap. But I bet this one's not going to convince the old guy to give me a good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107678676867965944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107678676867965944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107678676867965944' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107664972263711585</id><published>2004-02-13T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T21:42:21.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Of Friendships and IsolationI went for the Toastmasters meeting yesterday night after having gone MIA for the past two or three meetings. The main reason I went was that I was asked if I could help out as the Ah Counter. I couldn't chicken out. The consolation, though, is that Ah Counters would not be asked to speak at the lactern. The job of the Ah Counter is to keep track of the ums, ahs, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107664972263711585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107664972263711585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107664972263711585' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107651794715586496</id><published>2004-02-12T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T02:33:05.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Old Age WonderI was at Stamford Library this afternoon when I took more notice of a scene that's always been that way each time I visit the library. There will always be lone male retirees reading the newspapers. They'd have different types of papers in their hands -  sometimes I'll see Lianhe Zaobao, sometimes the Straits Times, and then I'll also see the Herald Tribune in those seasoned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107651794715586496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107651794715586496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107651794715586496' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107643199689892410</id><published>2004-02-11T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T01:34:55.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies of My WorldI was thinking that it might be fun to have some sort of a Ladies Day once in a while. It should be a day of indulgence. It should be about doing that something we've always wanted to, but for some reason, we never get around to doing it, or plainly need some psyching up to do.We all need that at times, don't we? Let's go sushi-binging. Go for that ever-procrastinated </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107643199689892410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107643199689892410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107643199689892410' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107635422038389125</id><published>2004-02-10T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T03:20:49.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There. There.I failed again. It's 3 a.m. But with good reason.I was doing my assignment, mind you. While nursing a bruised heart. Hail to the human ability of priority. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107635422038389125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107635422038389125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107635422038389125' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107626636335404422</id><published>2004-02-09T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T02:56:15.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My head hurts like crazy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107626636335404422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107626636335404422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107626636335404422' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107618239981507564</id><published>2004-02-08T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T15:07:35.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smells Like Bitch SpiritMost of the time when I'm upset, it's very hard for me to listen to reason nor talk sense. Sometimes, I just want to crawl under the covers and bawl my eyes out. Yes, very 5-year-old behaviour. Then, there are times when I just want to whine bloody whine. I will be Ros the Terrible, Ros the Meanie and all that negative namecallings you can find. Do not cross my path or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107618239981507564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107618239981507564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107618239981507564' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107606066897707164</id><published>2004-02-06T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T02:49:29.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does Restless Mean Fidgety or the Opposite of Restful?I've been in front of the laptop working on my assignment for the past few hours. I don't see much fruit being borne. It's partly because of the complicated nature of the topic. Boy, how tedious it is reading up about American politics and all that whatnots about the Republicans and Democrats.The deeper I go into the topics, the faster my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107606066897707164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107606066897707164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107606066897707164' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107604162119722187</id><published>2004-02-06T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T12:35:24.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Old Habits Die Another DayGot myself up much earlier than usual this morning. But, couldn't get to sleep early yesterday night so am feeling super-woozy despite having had coffee. Got to get another cuppa!I was at the peak of my late nights the past week, sleeping around 5a.m. (sometimes 6a.m.) mostly. What do I normally do? I surf and read. It's terrible like that.This week and the next, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107604162119722187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107604162119722187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604162119722187' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107596990368680454</id><published>2004-02-05T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T18:35:11.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Close Encounters of the Weird KindWent for the Bodyworlds Exhibition yesterday evening. And, who did we see but the mad doctor himself! Yes, that familiar face I've seen in the newspapers complete with the Indiana Jones-style hat. Wouldn't want to say much about it except that, must go see, it's worth the money (especially if you go after 6pm where tix are half-priced) and it's fascinating </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107596990368680454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107596990368680454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107596990368680454' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107579640487690299</id><published>2004-02-03T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T16:29:18.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time Grabs You By the Wrist, Directs You Where to GoI must finish my assignment by this week. It's due next Saturday. My exam is next Saturday too.Panic. Panic. Btw, my younger brother got diarrhoea from the sambal prawns. Poor boy. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107579640487690299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107579640487690299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107579640487690299' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107569760465690248</id><published>2004-02-02T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T12:59:21.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Red VomitI just vomited out the sambal prawns that I ate late yesterday night. It tasted ok to me when I ate it yesterday!I hate that feeling like the stomach's being pumped. Now, my stomach's gone all queasy.Where's my po chai pills?Urgh. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107569760465690248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107569760465690248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107569760465690248' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107566270636044488</id><published>2004-02-02T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T05:09:30.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spotted: A pair of rainbows this afternoon!I Got A Call From The Past Today. It was my ex-teacher. *dramatic pause* My primary school teacher who taught me from primary 4 to 6.  She called this evening to tell me that some of my ex-classmates were at her house and asked if I could come over. She lives only a few stops away from me. But since I happened to be at my grandparents' house</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107566270636044488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107566270636044488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107566270636044488' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107540159168517146</id><published>2004-01-30T02:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T02:55:46.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm Having Cadbury Hot Chocolate NowThe weather today, being colder than it's been many other days, brings on the impulse to fish out the long-sleeved and sweater tops from my wardrobe.At the same time, I want to be able to feel the cool against my skin. It's been raining..raining..raining for seven consecutive days! Note:Came across this article on adventurous women by chance just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107540159168517146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107540159168517146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107540159168517146' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107531617446040748</id><published>2004-01-29T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T03:22:10.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Full Gallop!Remember that beer ad with four guys sitting in a bar each with a mug/ bottle of beer?One of them said, "What we need....is an adventure."Another excitedly joined in, "I know.. I know. Let's go skydiving!"And the first guy went, with a mad glint in his eye, "No, no. I got it." Dramatic pause. Then, it suddenly appeared on screen; a footage of them rockclimbing, with music </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107531617446040748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107531617446040748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107531617446040748' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107525890557037994</id><published>2004-01-28T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T11:07:34.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We Had the Beach to Ourselvesmore pics here. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107525890557037994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107525890557037994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107525890557037994' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107519765025223109</id><published>2004-01-27T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T18:41:58.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Easier to Find Something New Than Fix Something Oldi came away from reading this article feeling that it's spoken for me and some of my friends. most of them in my circle of friends are still swingin' single and loving it.  but, at this age, we are somewhat expecting wedding invitations from our peers. one of my close secondary school friends is preparing to tie the knot this year, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107519765025223109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107519765025223109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107519765025223109' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107515121833858583</id><published>2004-01-27T05:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T15:23:44.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Cat Called Bangauit poured and it drizzled. it caused a torrent of sms exchanges in the late morning on possible plan bs.it started drizzling again the moment we began waiting at the monorail station. on the monorail, we sat opposite people from china who looked korean and spoke somewhat like japanese. code for decoding: kim jae won? gong li? kaneshiro? hah! we finally made it to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107515121833858583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107515121833858583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107515121833858583' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107505656354626498</id><published>2004-01-26T02:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T03:08:02.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Much for the Holidays!although my days are basically 'own time own target', i've been caught up in the 'oh, it's a long weekend!' mood these past few days. the pages in my planner.... i left them blank. hah!it's been a pretty good week. plenty of good stuff happened with fun thrown in the mix. though there were sucky stuff, they turned out for the better. and i'm glad. so, if the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107505656354626498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107505656354626498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107505656354626498' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107497167813752064</id><published>2004-01-25T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T04:45:39.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shutter-Happyspent chinese new year taking pics with the digicam that i've had for quite some time, but had never taken out much. it's about time it gets shutter-happy! chinese new year day one: a little trip around city hall. more pics here.chinese new year day two: fly me to the moon from changi airport.more pics?  here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107497167813752064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107497167813752064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107497167813752064' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107480082358687852</id><published>2004-01-23T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T04:04:52.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"PAST PERFECT-Every effort has been made to transfer these recordings with the best possible attention to detail. We have decided not to digitally alter these recordings unnecessarily, to preserve their integrity and authenticity. Therefore pops, crackles and other noises may be evident on some tracks. Some tracks may be live recording. "this is the closest i get to music on a gramophone. : )</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107480082358687852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107480082358687852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107480082358687852' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107471239222751685</id><published>2004-01-22T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T03:15:13.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think i'm going nuts. am i? yes, i think i am. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107471239222751685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107471239222751685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107471239222751685' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107462947409864542</id><published>2004-01-21T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T04:40:12.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> In the Middle of the Nightnever mind that it was a sucky night. never mind that the right side of my stomach has been hurting, giving rise to fears of probable appendicitis. *shudders* sigh, it's still hurting till now.i wanna forget all that. i found edith piaf's la vie en rose. hah hah. and so, i've been listening to it over and over again, plastering the tune into my mind. : ) humming. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107462947409864542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107462947409864542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107462947409864542' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107462068447801476</id><published>2004-01-21T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T01:47:36.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What an Endit could have been one of those nice days. there's a meet-up with an old friend. then, having one of those cheap thrill moments (azaciel, it'll be your turn next).  but then, it had to be one of those fucken evenings. nothing new.swell. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107462068447801476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107462068447801476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107462068447801476' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5953960.post-107458124822794499</id><published>2004-01-20T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T14:53:00.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> If All Goes Well am going to meet a friend later this afternoon and probably heading to haagen-daz at orchard for ice cream ice cream ice cream. : ) oh, i'm leading a tai-tai lifestyle this past two days! movie yesterday, ice cream and coffee today - with a little guilt pricking on my budget!and today....today shall bring on a new experience if i go anead with it. don't know if it's going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107458124822794499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5953960/posts/default/107458124822794499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomsmile.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107458124822794499' title=''/><author><name>reverie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02721407448664430579</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
