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What puts a smile on my face:

remembering Emerge'07 and the awesome experience

people that rank 10 on the make-me-smile-meter (in no order of importance): Lil Sharon, Esther Lam, Peannette (Peanut's and my sister), My mom who's hopping abt reliving her old chapteh-champion days, the Kang Twins, Sheryl, Ber! and lots of ppl i know i'm forgetting at the moment..

toddlers nodding off, downy heads bobbing off to the side as they perch on those seats at the back of bicycles so common in Pasir Ris!

A.R. Bernard

Phil Pringle's podcasts

the idea of SALE!

lunch dates w ppl in school *hint hint

a good book (and the rarity of such treasures guarantees a grin with lasting effects for up to a week)

nice green things

being out at the park

the thought of ALL of my cousins, n my 1 nephew

going home after a LOOOOnnngggGG day at school (specifically the three-almost-back-to-back-tutorials on Thurs)

My Math lecturer who makes such an effort to reiterate the points and make sure we get it. Thanks to his explanations and webcasts, I get Fri off and still get math! =D

home clothes

cats' paws ( i mean, c'mon, their EYES may be creepy, but give their paws some credit!)

dad's announcement of the menu for Dinner so we have something to look forward to!

Weekly chats with Miss Chue!

waking up with the sunrise over my window

the idea of plain paper and a pencil

sitting down for a movie w my family

good news about Sun

meaningful lyrics

compliments (very human don't u think? hehehe)

finding out about long-lost friends eg. Deborah Teh, shoutout to her!

=) the idea tt praying is v simply talking to God, yes, it does make it easier

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