<?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-7429581286975205701</id><updated>2011-12-23T08:54:52.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rayy-chel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-1667516508158802366</id><published>2011-12-23T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T08:54:52.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Socially Awkward Penguin</title><content type='html'>Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been pretty busy with work lately. I have to work later and tomorrow! :( ON CHRISTMAS. But I dont celebrate Christmas anyway, it's only the food and the presents. But it doesnt make sense for me to work on Christmas day because WHO ON EARTH GOES SHOPPING ON CHRISTMAS?! I thought people would stay at home and stuff. Many people will be attending church until the afternoon and they'll just go home after that for dinner or something right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is that on Christmas Eve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I feel really disconnected from the outside world. Like I've been trapped in a building for most of December. And I feel that I am just not a human being anymore. It sounds really insane but I feel like I have lost my social skills. And I was thinking about my teachers a few days ago and I think that C really hates me. Like he has something against me! I mean, he was drinking milo in front of the entire class in the classroom and he slams me for eating raisins?! And I love K so much but I dont think he knows my name :( But he's so grandfatherly! And I refuse to type out their names because I know teachers Google themselves. But I think K's too cool for stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dreading JC so much. I think it's because it's like a sign that I'm getting old. I sound like some freaky evil villian who wants to be immortal but Im just really scared of becoming old. But I don't want to be immortal. That's just sad because if the world ever ends, everyone will die and you'll be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOREVER. ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably floating about on a piece of earth-debris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-1667516508158802366?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/1667516508158802366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/12/socially-awkward-penguin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1667516508158802366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1667516508158802366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/12/socially-awkward-penguin.html' title='Socially Awkward Penguin'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-1040527374887856644</id><published>2011-11-23T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T05:12:35.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>I'm going to start working! And I havent really been updating because there's nothing blog-worthy. Oh but I just remembered that I was wondering about something today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't babies bored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they dont really have a goal in life (neither do I, actually) and they cant shop, work or play. I mean, they play with their feet but they cant really run about and stuff. Is that why they sleep all day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I have been really into oldies recently. I feel like an 80s kid! The 80s seem like a happy disco land! And Stuck In The Middle With You has been stuck in my head the WHOLE day. But I dont really mind because it's such a cute song! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right. &lt;br /&gt;Here I am, stuck in the middle with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have been planning to get school supplies but it seems ridiculous because it's only the beginning of school holidays. Actually Im already quite bored and I cant wait for school to start because I really have nothing to do. And I'm so upset because I COULD HAVE BEEN IN AMERICA NOW. Buying HIMYM stuff! And dream catchers! And other pretty stuff but NO, here I am, stuck in the middle with you (Yes! It's still replaying in my head, like on constant loop. I LOVE IT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall become more eco-friendly. I have been refusing plastic bags! -smug look-&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been influenced by Steph. But I saw that climate change is one of the causes of natural disasters! It really shocked me okay! And Im not sure if Im slow because Im only finding out about this NOW. I feel like I'm doing some self-reflection thing in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway! I shall start bringing a nice cloth shopping bag around with me. I have been seeing more people carry such bags around BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TO GET THEM. Frustrates me. Which reminds me! I bought a bag today :) It's super rare because most bags dont appeal to me. And even if they do, they are ridiculously expensive. I sound like some taitai-in-training, but it's true, like most things I see are "WOW WOW WOW!!!" -check pricetag- "Uhm I dont like it THAT much" -dies inside-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. My mum didnt really like the bag but she bought it for me anyway, because she knows that it'll be a decade before I buy another one again. OKAY anyway the point is, we should all stop using so many plastic bags! Actually, the point is to start being eco-friendly but I felt that "stop using so many plastic bags" is taking the first step! And less vague so I'll feel more driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I totally just fangirled over someone but I deleted the entire chunk. Because I don't want you guys to google him and start crushing on him too. It's like when I pointed out some guy to Jiaying and she called him her sixth husband and I totally flipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND DID ANYONE SEE M.A.C'S GLITTER AND ICE AD?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one with the ballet-ish guy baring his uhm...chest?! THE GUY TOTALLY LOOKS LIKE NICHKHUN! Which makes it even more disturbing. But I guess it's an effective advertising tactic. I can't get it out of my head. And I laugh whenever I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, 9gag's awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-1040527374887856644?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/1040527374887856644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1040527374887856644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1040527374887856644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-1023627687117500101</id><published>2011-11-03T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T08:38:14.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>Graduating tmr. I guess I havent really liked my school but it still kinda sucks. For the past two years I couldnt wait to get out of this place but now that it's time, it's just so weird. Im not sad or anything but Im just..reluctant? But only because it's such a familiar place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cant really adapt to changes well. Im dreading JC now :( And Im not really excited for the holidays either. But! Im going to get a part-time job and probably attend some training sessions or else I can forget about joining a sports cca next year. And Im still deciding between reddish-brown and brown hair colour! I think reddish-brown is nicer but I dont think it really suits me plus people have been telling me that it's too "mature" but I think that it's nicer with the tint of red!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was class outing today. Screamed like crazy and my throat hurts now. I thought that it wouldnt be very fun but it was much better than I thought it would be. And I cant get the bbq smell out of my hair :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-1023627687117500101?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/1023627687117500101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/11/graduation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1023627687117500101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1023627687117500101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/11/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-4186331951723717367</id><published>2011-10-20T09:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:36:57.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans!</title><content type='html'>I need to learn how to swim. Properly :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-4186331951723717367?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/4186331951723717367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/10/plans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4186331951723717367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4186331951723717367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/10/plans.html' title='Plans!'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-8374408318692023274</id><published>2011-10-13T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T08:15:36.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>Im so sad! Im at the last season on Friends and after it's over, there'll be nothing for me to do! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll rewatch all ten seasons during the holidays anyway! And I barely started on Chem and Physics although they're on Monday and Tuesday :( I thought they were on Thursday and Friday so I was like "WOW eoys are so easy nowadays, we have like five days each week to study for two subjects!" but NO. Because I had to cram Math in the past 7 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the next few days, I SHALL REFRAIN FROM WATCHING FRIENDS. But I have Family Guy on my phone :( And I love Stewie! Like nowadays when Im having some evil thought, it would be in Stewie's voice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cant stand how some people look at you in a very obvious manner. Like especially if you know they're bitching about you or something. Like the entire group just goes silent and you see them turning around to stare at you at the same time. I mean, if you want to stare, at least take turns. It's called being polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised that I dont have many post-eoys plans actually! Which is quite surprising. But anyway I still look forward to post-eoys because I want to spend quality time with my ahma watching HK dramas :) But she's addicted to kdramas now. SHE CAN PREDICT THE CHARACTERS' NEXT LINES. It's quite scary. Like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahma : Why are you doing this to me? (In Chinese)&lt;br /&gt;Girl : Why are you doing this to me?&lt;br /&gt;Ahma : Because I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Guy  : Because I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCARY OKAY! And Im wondering if I should dye my hair soon. I was thinking like reddish-brown but Im not so sure. The thought of having black roots... :( And Im a little worried that I might not be able to get my normal hair colour back, like when I have to dye it back before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IM SO EXCITED FOR SHOPPING!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-8374408318692023274?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/8374408318692023274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/10/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8374408318692023274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8374408318692023274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/10/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-4064828285178307349</id><published>2011-09-26T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T08:01:25.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny English</title><content type='html'>Caught Johnny English with Steph after school today. I tried studying at the library while waiting for her to be done with her remedial. But I couldnt concentrate because there was this group of annoying people talking. Like they tried to lower it down but there was this really annoying murmuring and I was starting to have a headache so I turned to glare at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT INSTEAD OF SEEING THEM, I saw that the person sitting right next to me was looking right at me. So I was like HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN LOOKING AT ME?! and WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?! So anyway I glared at her instead and then she just pretended that she hasnt been looking at me although we had already made eye contact for a few seconds -.- Im constantly surrounded by strange people. Maybe I have this quality which appeals to them! And people keep insisting that Im weird but when I ask them why, they never give an answer! I need answers or Im just going to continue being your weird friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel that my voice has been getting lower and lower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh anyway we were sitting next to these few guys who..were being very annoying. Like they kept laughing even when it wasnt funny. Then Steph told me that she heard one of them complaining about her Macs because she had fries and then the man-bitch was whining that it smells. Like HELLO?! They're fries! Fries are nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I cant wait for EOYs to end. I think I should avoid going on Twitter nowadays. I keep seeing people tweeting "YES! I FINISHED BLABLABLA" or "OH SHIT I SLEPT FOR AN HOUR, NEED TO RUSH NOW!" And that started during the holidays. I really think that starting revision during the holidays is rather insane. How can you even remember stuff?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and back to Johnny English. I think my favourite scene was when he started dancing HAHA. It's just so ridiculous! And I was holding onto my lemon tea when some guy wanted to go to the toilet and I got a shock and dropped the bottle. I really am twitchy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-4064828285178307349?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/4064828285178307349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/09/johnny-english.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4064828285178307349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4064828285178307349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/09/johnny-english.html' title='Johnny English'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-1524376799658344296</id><published>2011-09-15T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T18:09:55.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>HI AMANDA CHIA AND MOKHUIMIN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus my 1000th tweet is about Mr Huang! I dont really care about tweet-anniversaries though! Just happened to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, this is just a random post because mokhuimin asked me to blog about her HAHA byl.&lt;br /&gt;And she's scared of me! Because of she thought I called her "a bloody fuck" on purpose LOL! But actually she was being pervy and sent me a creepy text and I didnt know it was her. Long story. Actually it's not a long story but I always say that whenever Im too lazy to explain. Plus Im blogging with my phone now, during Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IM SO HUNGRY! I keep forgetting to bring food to school. I took four days to remember to bring two bottles of water to school. One bottle isnt enough and I HATE water from the water cooler. It tastes so strange plus I just feel that it's unclean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall ask around for food now. I sound like Im begging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Huimin always look at me in this particular way which actually freaks me out. She smiles like she's going to steal my soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-1524376799658344296?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/1524376799658344296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/09/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1524376799658344296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1524376799658344296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-2482504135534482229</id><published>2011-09-06T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T06:03:33.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>I really hate my school. There are days when you just feel like stabbing yourself with a knife over and over again. "O happy dagger!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more term to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-2482504135534482229?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/2482504135534482229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2482504135534482229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2482504135534482229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-717823142251534000</id><published>2011-09-05T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T06:38:49.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Teacher's day celebration, went out but it's supposed to be a secret but then again, I dont think anyone else cares. Bowled. My first time bowling! And it was quite horrible at first but then Ben told me that I have to throw it straight. And then I improved tremendously for the second game! :) And my ball flew backwards once. It's disgusting how oily it can get! Super malu somemore. And Ver's really scary during bowling. Even KF was afraid! And she didnt dare to talk to Ver after that HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Smurfs after that. HAHA we're like little kids! And after finding out the NPH's gay (Portia let me have a crush on him and let me go "BARNEY'S ABS!!!!" without telling me at first), it's so weird to see him saying "I love you" to a girl and kissing her. But anyway, Smurfette's so pretty! I love her hair so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway El and I have been trying to break the awkwardness between us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote him "i think you and i should bond more", shows obvious..whats another word for awkwardness? I doubt awkwardness is a word by itself anyway! But yepps, so we went to bpp today and he bought food for his brothers and he was holding the plastic bags and walking behind me at times. Felt like he was... my servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I offered to help him carry (so that he wont look like a servant), he would only let me carry the super heavy green tea. I obviously didnt want to lah. But in the end when I decided to because it was really really weird to be like SHALALA and he's like Santa Claus, he refused because it would "make him a sissy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now he's trying to get me to go jogging with him. I quote him "You'll miss your chance with a hot guy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually he said much more shameless things but I shall not embarrass him further! But he's funny! And nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And damn suay. Last time when I was so on, I couldnt find a jogging buddy (Bro's way too fast and lazy, dad's just plain lazy, but he's really tired as well, his schedule is crazy because he has to drive my brother here and there and my mother here and there and me here and there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now when Im like "Uhh...run...no", there's someone willing to run with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-717823142251534000?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/717823142251534000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/09/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/717823142251534000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/717823142251534000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-7764068895665749640</id><published>2011-08-28T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T09:48:26.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vent</title><content type='html'>Apparently some guy has been bitching about me at his school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, TWO guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, loser much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-7764068895665749640?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/7764068895665749640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/08/vent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/7764068895665749640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/7764068895665749640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/08/vent.html' title='Vent'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-2882655006134164350</id><published>2011-08-25T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T05:27:40.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Night Fever</title><content type='html'>I missed school today and yesterday because Im down with the flu. But my nose is acting up again and I got some nasal spray. Anyway, seeing the doctor cost my parents 73 bucks. 73 bucks for the common flu and for some nose thing which I can never get rid of!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there's supposed to be xcountry today. Good luck to whoever's replacing me HAHA. And good luck to everyone because it's raining now so Mac's going to be hellavu slippery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to hand in yingyongwen, bio prac and take two bio quizzes, one physics quiz and chem prac when I get back one Wed :( And my irresponsible Physics teacher lost my Spa 3 Exercise 2 and I might have to redo it! Bloody hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit/12.34pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out xcountry's cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;AND I JUST REMEMBERED I HAVE SOCRATIC SEMINAR ON WED IM GOING TO DIEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the typos, I was using my phone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-2882655006134164350?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/2882655006134164350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/08/wednesday-night-fever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2882655006134164350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2882655006134164350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/08/wednesday-night-fever.html' title='Wednesday Night Fever'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-409400251730268463</id><published>2011-08-22T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T04:58:26.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grain</title><content type='html'>HAHA I just remembered something which happened a long time ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at this magazine which wasnt really facing me. Anyway, it was the coverpage and I started giggling to myself and I was like "Steph! Look! Its title is 'groin' HAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I just kept laughing to myself and after I finally stopped, Steph said "It's 'grain'..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph: It's an 'a'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I actually laughed out loud when I thought about it. But in my defense, the 'a' really looked like a 'o'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a popiah gathering ytd. Everyone thinks Im weird now because I enjoy eating the skin without any ingredients. But I dont see why it's strange! Like it's really nice what!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-409400251730268463?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/409400251730268463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/08/grain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/409400251730268463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/409400251730268463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/08/grain.html' title='Grain'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-8765321165039319787</id><published>2011-08-15T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T01:12:40.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants</title><content type='html'>Hello! I've been thinking about starting an anonymous blog but I havent gotten to it yet because I cant think of a URL! Anyway, I'll still be updating this space now and then! I've been running about a lot for the past few weeks so I've hardly updated! And I've been very sleepy and tired lately because I hardly get enough sleep! I should stop going out so much. I keep telling myself that but my weekend is fully booked once again! HAHA I sound like such a busy person but yeah, I have a feeling I'm going to get grounded soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about running about, I HATE PEOPLE WHO 4SQUARE EXCESSIVELY. LIKE WHY THE FUCK DO YOU NEED TO TELL ME THAT YOU'RE AT HOME OR ON THE BUS?! I think people should not 4square unless it's an interesting place or you hardly 4square and you've found the opportunty to do so, like if you're having a meal with your friends. BUT WHY DO YOU 4SQUARE IF YOU'RE AT HOME?! Like firstly, it's not even interesting. Secondly, why the fuck do you want people to know where you live?! Thirdly, do you expect people to pay you a visit or something?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some people even use it when they're in school. Like wtf it's damn annoying and no one gives a fuck if you're in the canteen or your classroom! It's like "I'm at Topshop @ Ion". 3 minutes later, "I'm at Uniqlo @ Ion"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANNOYING LITTLE BASTARDS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many people who are like that! To hell with being offensive! Being irritating should be a crime too! Anyway I havent offended anyone for a really long time. I actually try not to! Which is why starting an anonymous blog will be great for my sanity! And I dont think a private blog helps because I wont know if people have the same thoughts and stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-8765321165039319787?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/8765321165039319787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/08/rants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8765321165039319787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8765321165039319787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/08/rants.html' title='Rants'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-9181589441987357333</id><published>2011-08-10T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T02:47:23.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>When I go out with Steph and Portia, I feel like Im going out with a couple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-9181589441987357333?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/9181589441987357333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/08/random_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/9181589441987357333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/9181589441987357333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/08/random_10.html' title='Random'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-7078082489909749337</id><published>2011-08-05T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T08:07:49.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Body Shop!</title><content type='html'>Tests ended today! Jy and I chionged out after school to flag cab. And we got one almost immediately! Was rushing back home because we were planning to go out afterwards to shop and get a manicure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anw I bought the tea tree thing from body shop! Am very happy. Not tea tree oil though, it's a mask. Anyway, ALL the tea tree stuff looked so healthy and good! Was tempted to buy most of them although I didnt really need them! But I decided to try one first. Shall try it tonight! I hope it's REALLY good or else I'll be very disappointed! And another thing I like about Body Shop is that they're so environmentally friendly! Plus they support so many causes, like they're against sex trafficking. I was reading the leaflet and it said that two guys got drugged and when they woke up, they were raped and it was filmed! :o Like what sick person would enjoy watching that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should work there someday! PLUS they're against animal testing and they support community trade! The tea tree oil's from Kenya so I hope the farmers there receive a fair amount! Omg I love them so much. I hope like all these stuff about them being against animal testing and supporting community trade is true though! Some evil corporations just write stuff like that but they dont and I'll feel very cheated! Anyway I feel very happy! Everyone, start buying tea tree oil there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I dont really know whats wrong with me! This is the first time I've ever felt so emotional about buying something! I think tests fried my brain :( I probably sound like a loser now gushing about Body Shop but it's so cool! And I need more sleep :( I shall become a better person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my mum keeps telling me not to meet guys online. It's like she treats me like a little kid :( I'm so sensible lor! My parents sheng zai fu zhong bu zhi fu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-7078082489909749337?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/7078082489909749337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-body-shop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/7078082489909749337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/7078082489909749337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-love-body-shop.html' title='I Love Body Shop!'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-2019883409152075947</id><published>2011-08-01T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T04:16:13.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Was playing something on Steph's phone amd she was beating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You... Butch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph : Did you just call me a butch?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I dont know why but it's so funny to me! But I keep replaying the scene in my mind. She might as well have said 'Nuh-uh, no you didnt!' with the head bopping and the gum-chewing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im so tireddd! THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME ALIVE IS KNOWING THAT FRIDAY'S GONNA COME. Unless the world ends on Thursday :( On the bright side, we get to skip the Chem paper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-2019883409152075947?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/2019883409152075947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/08/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2019883409152075947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2019883409152075947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-9071092345628902037</id><published>2011-07-31T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T05:54:40.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tests :(</title><content type='html'>I dont know why but this time, blocks seem scarier than eoys last year! Which is..weird. But actually we really only have to study for the three sciences and math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for Friday! Will be going shopping! :) I havent shopped once after coming back from HK! IT'S DRIVING ME INSANEEEE. I do go out though, and I dont know why but everytime I walk past Body Shop I feel very tempted to go in! I think it's the TEA TREE OIL advertisement! I cant remember what it does but it looks nice! Because it's TEA! And it sounds healthy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my membership card expired :( I didnt use it a SINGLE TIME after signing up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, good luck for blocks! And Im trying to cut down on using "like" so that it wont become a habit! So that next time when Im out working people wont think Im a bimbo and they'll take me seriously! Im also thinking of getting shoulder-length hair. I've actually thought about that for about a year now, but Im really reluctant to chop off my hair! And in the one year, my hair has grown EVEN longer so Im EVEN more unwilling to cut it! Sucks. But Im thinking that if I do get short hair, and if I become an executive in future, and if I stop using "and" and "like" so much, people wil be afraid of me and I'll become The Boss from Hell :) HAHA I dont know why I like it so much! My secretary will probably spit in my coffee but the thought of being feared of is pretty cool :) Actually, I'll be so boss-like, I'll have my own lounge in my office! And instead of drinking coffee, I'll have margaritas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-9071092345628902037?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/9071092345628902037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/07/tests.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/9071092345628902037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/9071092345628902037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/07/tests.html' title='Tests :('/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-240312145665266876</id><published>2011-07-25T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T01:14:27.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Hello! So anyway, my tui na experience was...horrible. It hurt like MAD. I think I have a pretty high tolerance for pain! Anyway, I thought that the person was only going to do strange things to my knee but she hardly touched it! She started doing CPR on my back and she was SOOO strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lying face-down and each time she pressed onto my back, AIR WAS PUSHED OUT OF MY LUNGS. And when she lifted her hands up, air just went back in naturally. So I was like...gasping for air involuntarily. HAHA I think I looked like a fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think EVERY SINGLE JOINT in my body cracked. From what I can remember, my ankles, knees, lower back, upper back, shoulders, elbows, wrists and fingers all made annoying noises! I think it's supposed to? But all my joints crack easily now. Which..probably isnt supposed to happen :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my shoulder hurt like crazy. Actually the entire left side of my body hurt! She said the problem lies with..the entire left side of my body == LOL I feel like some ahma. But she asked me to go back twice a week. But Im just going to go twice a month. Each session 65 dollars, crazy one lah! Is it supposed to be so expensive? If I dumb dumb go twice a week, she'll earn 520 dollars from me per month! Okay I just realized that tui na people earn a lot of money!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall go learn TCM in future!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-240312145665266876?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/240312145665266876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/240312145665266876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/240312145665266876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_25.html' title='-'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-4949842135697117493</id><published>2011-07-22T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T06:23:32.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Am really excited because my cute Malaysian nephew's coming tomorrow!!! The one I blogged about the other time! But anyway, this is going to be a really short post because I'm using my phone. Am supposed to be studying Bio but it can wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I havent gone out for so long! I feel disconnected from the outside world. And I dont really see the point in locking myself up at home because I end up doing stuff like this instead of studying. But I'll feel guilty if I go out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm going for tui na tomorrow! Am so excited!!! Like I cant wait for my knees to pop back into place! IT'S MAGIC! Even my ahma's shocked by how my knees crack whenever I bend them so I guess it's really time to do something about it, as long as it's not acupuncture! LIKE HOW CAN YOU STICK NEEDLES INTO MY KNEECAP?! IT'S LIKE STICKING IT IN MY BONE! Horrifying. Plus I went through it TWICE. Didnt work! Even made it worse! Feel super cheated. And I like Mac's mocha frappe! Had it with JY after running! (yes we're damn hiong LOL even yx cant believe it) Anyway I think it's sweetness is just right! But there isnt much of a coffee taste but I still like it! Shall try the latte frappe someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think my blog's becoming my to-do list. And I to me, my blog is really just a source of entertainment since I enjoy talking to/about myself so much. I shall get back to Bio now! :) Good luck for blocks/Os!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-4949842135697117493?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/4949842135697117493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4949842135697117493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4949842135697117493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post_22.html' title=':)'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-8193280822195819203</id><published>2011-07-19T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:04:07.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>So many things have been happening recently but I have been too lazy to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant even remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, went for breakfast with Ver Amanda and Fel a few days ago. I think we're suuuuuper childish omg. But anyway I had a great time! And we were..doing a lot of exercise! HAHA I had muscle ache the next day! It's worse than training!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I banged my head against this thing and I had a bruise! And I have four bruises in total but the bump on my head was the worse. I seriously felt like my head got ran over by a lorry lah. WE'RE NOT YOUNG ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im so confused about Physics! What right hand left hand. And it's like he jumps from here to there. Even Amanda doesnt get it! And I was telling Amanda that I would become a famous rapper one day LOL. I dont think I can rap lor. Like everytime I listen to Eminem I'll just like try to "rap-along" (It's not because I think Im cool enough to rap! It's just an instinct, like when you listen to songs you'll tend to sing along!) But then he's like so fast and Im stumbling on my words and getting the rhythm wrong. I think rappers are born! I doubt you can "train it out". Even if you end up sounding like you're rapping it probably wont be as uh..flow-y?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I have a good sense of rhythm HAHA. Amanda refuses to believe that I am musically inclined! But my piano grades were really damn good! Except theory. HAHA I had 0 for two entire sections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A PRODIGY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-8193280822195819203?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/8193280822195819203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/07/update_19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8193280822195819203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8193280822195819203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/07/update_19.html' title='Update'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-2635598117675810238</id><published>2011-07-11T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T00:24:33.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! Sorry I havent been posting.&lt;br /&gt;But I lost the blogging bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I saw a skinny pigeon today! IT'S A SKINNY PIGEON!&lt;br /&gt;I never knew pigeons could be skinny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll probably start blogging a lot again..in December? HAHA but yah I dont really feel like doing anything now. And I feel bad when I post without pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and recent happenings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TW buddies left. We brought them to Bugis and Orchard though! Because my buddy (WHO RESEMBLES SNOOPY!) wanted to take the MRT. And he's super excited about trains and he keeps showing me books and videos about trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished shuffling for dance. Moving on to retro! Actually I have always wanted to take dance, like out of school. But then I cant find people to join with me :( Plus dance-y people like Amanda and Ver seem too busy and Felina's just a lazy pig. And Amanda insists that I cant dance :( She hasnt even seen me dance before! But we took Bollywood together last time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep playing Angry Birds! Argh! It's not that I love it but it's just that I want to finish the levels. And it's so time-consuming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Steph has been really into this game called "Cows vs Aliens" HAHA. She loves aliens. Like, she watches a lot of alien movies. I hate those! It's not that they're scary or anything, it's just that they are so ridiculously annoying. I dont want to watch a puddle of one-eyed slime moving around!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-2635598117675810238?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/2635598117675810238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/07/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2635598117675810238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2635598117675810238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-8236354614050782580</id><published>2011-07-04T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T07:06:42.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YDFF</title><content type='html'>Youth Day Funfair this year was pretty boring! Because it wasnt open to all :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year's was pretty exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4np3e7dHpcg/ThHABabT9KI/AAAAAAAAEFo/POvETLnX_SA/s1600/2011-07-01%2B12.26.07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4np3e7dHpcg/ThHABabT9KI/AAAAAAAAEFo/POvETLnX_SA/s800/2011-07-01%2B12.26.07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625488540068738210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lynn's unsightly dandruff!&lt;br /&gt;We told her to bathe at least once a week but she wouldnt listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-618eZQFd6u8/ThHAAQ1LuFI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/wPVCsBUbpqs/s1600/2011-07-01%2B08.37.43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-618eZQFd6u8/ThHAAQ1LuFI/AAAAAAAAEFQ/wPVCsBUbpqs/s800/2011-07-01%2B08.37.43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625488520313026642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first balloon sculpture!&lt;br /&gt;Not bad right :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think Im supposed to get better at it but my second one turned out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V6NWl6FqBdg/ThHAAvw754I/AAAAAAAAEFY/rRaKvDukwio/s1600/2011-07-01%2B08.58.55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V6NWl6FqBdg/ThHAAvw754I/AAAAAAAAEFY/rRaKvDukwio/s800/2011-07-01%2B08.58.55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625488528616712066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horribly!&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why either! I think it's something to do with the balloon, like it's abnormally long or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Steph and I went around trying to spend our money. Like spending 10 dollars was so difficult for me! Nothing to buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we took part in 401's Knowledge Quiz HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did it together, and the HH allowed us to do so because I told her that our brains are inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE WON HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we were the only ones who took it. But we still got a pretty decent score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after that, we chanced upon a photobooth! AND WE SPENT 21 DOLLARS THERE. LOL. Needed to buy more coupons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RWnF0lxSNEg/ThHABaOFGGI/AAAAAAAAEFg/XCv9e1VFEIk/s1600/2011-07-01%2B11.40.26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RWnF0lxSNEg/ThHABaOFGGI/AAAAAAAAEFg/XCv9e1VFEIk/s800/2011-07-01%2B11.40.26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625488540013238370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LbWNa4nf6_4/ThHACNKmXOI/AAAAAAAAEFw/BL_RDdfj2JE/s1600/2011-07-01%2B12.47.58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LbWNa4nf6_4/ThHACNKmXOI/AAAAAAAAEFw/BL_RDdfj2JE/s800/2011-07-01%2B12.47.58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625488553688849634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and anyway, Lynn doesnt have dandruff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just flour from some game she played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for lunch with batchmates after that. Had limited eating options!&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go to Food Republic for teppanyaki, BUT IT WAS MET WITH VIOLENT OBJECTION :(&lt;br /&gt;Dont even know why they detest teppanyaki lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway our choices were limited because we had super little money on us!&lt;br /&gt;The richest had 30 dollars only I think, and Valerie went out with 7 bucks LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Actually the batch lunch was super impromptu so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to try our luck at Swensens and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vP22IqiukUs/ThHAi3HtOoI/AAAAAAAAEF4/3b-7ZhhRV7M/s1600/2011-07-01%2B14.52.42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vP22IqiukUs/ThHAi3HtOoI/AAAAAAAAEF4/3b-7ZhhRV7M/s800/2011-07-01%2B14.52.42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625489114706819714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie's obviously very excited. Look at the way she points! Reading tiny words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cea3d2GGXf0/ThHAjGX-JBI/AAAAAAAAEGA/loAJ8ZHTuVY/s1600/2011-07-01%2B15.21.52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cea3d2GGXf0/ThHAjGX-JBI/AAAAAAAAEGA/loAJ8ZHTuVY/s800/2011-07-01%2B15.21.52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625489118801568786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, photos taken with phone so they're not very clear + some of them are in portrait-form (dk how to say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANW, TAIWAN BUDDY COMING TMR!&lt;br /&gt;STILL DONT KNOW THE NAME OF THE GUY IM PAIRED UP WITH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I know him but I dont know his name!&lt;br /&gt;Super difficult to read and I always call him "Snoopy" (Not in front of him lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must go find out now. Cant possibly ask for his name tmr. Super paiseh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those who are confused, he's in the class I was assigned to in TW! So HH, JY, JY and I "chope"d all the 288 people. HEHE. So excited! Shall bring camera to school for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-8236354614050782580?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/8236354614050782580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/07/ydff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8236354614050782580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8236354614050782580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/07/ydff.html' title='YDFF'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4np3e7dHpcg/ThHABabT9KI/AAAAAAAAEFo/POvETLnX_SA/s72-c/2011-07-01%2B12.26.07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-8033578595110838948</id><published>2011-07-03T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T07:11:52.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Gahh! Wanted to post some pictures but Blogger wont let me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-8033578595110838948?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/8033578595110838948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8033578595110838948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8033578595110838948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-7245845309266610316</id><published>2011-06-29T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T06:48:46.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Lost my memory card! Now all my songs are gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So annoyed! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we learnt more steps to Party Rock Anthem today! (I'm taking dance for PE, we're learning how to shuffle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think that shuffling is easy but it's just that I look really stupid and uncool when I shuffle and I dont look like Im shuffling. Like Im shuffling but Im not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT BELIEVE I LOST ALL MY SONGS. THIS IS A DISASTER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-7245845309266610316?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/7245845309266610316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/7245845309266610316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/7245845309266610316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-7061545892661791975</id><published>2011-06-25T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T02:48:33.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HK</title><content type='html'>I took very few pictures in HK because we were mostly walking around and I was too exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to post them now. But seriously, I think throughout the entire trip I only have like...30 pictures???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it wasnt a pleasant trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like out of my four days there, the only things I can remember are smoke and leaking aircons. Everywhere, there's someone smoking and everywhere, there's leaking aircons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!! And I met a few crazy people! CRAZY NAKED GUY (Trust me, he wasn't trying to do the Naked Man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was like the most dramatic. The bus was stationary and there was some cop inside trying to get the guy to put his clothes back on and there was a big crowd outside and some people were filming it with their handphones and stuff. The guy had long hair so I thought it was a woman at first so I was really really disgusted. Like the crowd was mostly made up of men so I was like "ARGHHH DIRTY OLD MEN WHO DONT KNOW HOW TO LOOK UP PORN ON THE INTERNET!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh and they have adult video stores there! They're called AV stores. Actually I didnt notice until I saw the words "SEXY BABYSITTER" and there was another one called "Fun with Peaches". Then I saw the shop named "AV Store" so I was like "Hmm.. Audio Visual Store???" but NOW I realize it's "Adult Video Store". Yes, NOW.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, seriously the men looked...GLEEFUL. But after that my aunts told me it was a guy. And I only saw his back view. I didnt want to look at the front (I thought it was a woman! I didnt want to see a crazy woman's boobs!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, maybe all those guys were gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were a few others. There was one talking to invisible people, one clapping to herself, and another one who made lewd comments to girls. I think, I dont understand Cantonese but the boyfriends were really protective and the girls were like shocked and angry and disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and there are super many couples in HK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's like four schools surrounding our hotel, which is connected to a mall. And I dont know why but you can see students strutting around in their school uniforms at weird times, like 10am, when they're supposed to be at school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think they love double dates. Everywhere I look, two guys two girls having coffee. Plus there's this school with some cheongsam uniform. AND THE GIRLS GO SHOPPING IN THEIR CHEONGSAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even like going out in my hongzi! :O PLUS THEY DATE GUYS IN THEIR CHEONGSAM!! AND THEIR CHEONGSAM'S BABY-BLUE!!! :O Those guys have a thing for blue cheongsams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus it's not the sexy cheongsam with the super long slit at the side. It's like... an inch-long slit and the hem's at mid-calf. Plus they wore super long white socks and chunky white school shoes... Like..Velcro ones from Bata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on the flight back I thought I was going to die! Crazy turbulence because there was a typhoon! Signal 3. I was so worried I couldnt even finish my ice cream! But I watched great shows! HIMYM, Friends, Two and a Half Men, Big Bang Theory, and yeah I cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im having a fever :( Yesterday I went out for lunch at Chinatown and I saw three people posing and looking at me and I was like "Whats wrong with them?! Staring at me like that, so rude!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a few seconds later, I realized they were mannequins....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-7061545892661791975?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/7061545892661791975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/06/hk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/7061545892661791975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/7061545892661791975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/06/hk.html' title='HK'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-4534218940338145308</id><published>2011-06-16T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:02:52.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>Herros :) I just got back a few hours ago. A little tired. Have to unpack soon, and after unpacking I'll have to pack again :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im slightly sunburnt. Super black. I wanted to buy shades but it's like most of them dont have UV protection and I saw one which had this sticker which says it's Ray-ban but like... Ray-ban..15 ringgit???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bQBM93uoms/TfoNUnOWEBI/AAAAAAAAEDw/gft9hedcc48/s1600/P5250804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bQBM93uoms/TfoNUnOWEBI/AAAAAAAAEDw/gft9hedcc48/s800/P5250804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618818132875808786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look to be adopted by gcwok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph's awesome grammar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she changed it afterwards. Wrote this at the art museum. We were allowed to write!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOIT3dC8knw/TfoNUX-cFWI/AAAAAAAAEDo/lc_ux7zrxuU/s1600/P5250809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gOIT3dC8knw/TfoNUX-cFWI/AAAAAAAAEDo/lc_ux7zrxuU/s800/P5250809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618818128782562658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my handwriting looks really ugly here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But writing on a wall is difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I was bending down and writing it. Super awkward position&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Msia Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_bOJHglAxz4/TfoOZvwMlZI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/7nsFwOgWix0/s1600/P6140842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_bOJHglAxz4/TfoOZvwMlZI/AAAAAAAAEEQ/7nsFwOgWix0/s800/P6140842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618819320576251282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;amp;W!&lt;br /&gt;So sad that we dont see them here anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay actually I dont think it's like really nice or anything but still...!&lt;br /&gt;And I remember long long time ago, William and I were having A&amp;amp;W and he poked his chicken and blood oozed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOZED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL actually it's damn funny thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually for the first day we just took a bus to some area with a few shopping centres. Walked around. Didnt really get anything. The clothes there arent nice :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1QXLWcwyQjo/TfoOa63ykOI/AAAAAAAAEEo/vaW-PzcLbK4/s1600/P6150903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1QXLWcwyQjo/TfoOa63ykOI/AAAAAAAAEEo/vaW-PzcLbK4/s800/P6150903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618819340740759778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I found out that all my one dollar coins can't be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the hotel we saw some guy who looks like William!&lt;br /&gt;Went to visit our relatives after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UUcnWKq4wfM/TfoNVbrw53I/AAAAAAAAEEA/Hq7r6ZZx6N0/s1600/P6140862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UUcnWKq4wfM/TfoNVbrw53I/AAAAAAAAEEA/Hq7r6ZZx6N0/s800/P6140862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618818146957846386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look drunk here but nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nephew! Super cute right! He's 3 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sitting on my aunt's lap at first and I wanted him to sit on mine (HAHA attention whore)&lt;br /&gt;But anyway my aunt was like "You want to sit on 姑姑's lap?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Why!! I want him to sit on my lap! Oh wait, I'm the 姑姑 right! (Keep thinking Im his 姐姐)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt : (to him) You want to sit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : -Totally oblivious to his surroundings-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : 美腿okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : -obvlivious-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : You will never get a chance like this again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : -oblivious-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I carried him over anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves me a lot :) I think! I was carrying him around in the hotel lobby and he wanted to press the lift's button. And when they were going off he wanted to hug me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVHMUx49B1o/TfoPMw-MqFI/AAAAAAAAEFI/DwrTRoIBoAg/s1600/P6150902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yVHMUx49B1o/TfoPMw-MqFI/AAAAAAAAEFI/DwrTRoIBoAg/s800/P6150902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618820197076740178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute telephone booth!&lt;br /&gt;The pink's much pinker irl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, had breakfast and went to Jonker Walk. Had super yummy lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some famous stall selling chicken riceballs! The riceballs are super super super nice but the chicken's like tough like siao.&lt;br /&gt;But their business is still damn good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to close the gate so that customers would stop coming in since it was full already&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to some SUPER OLD departmental store. They said it used to be the biggest!&lt;br /&gt;It's called Madam King's or something. Four storeys, each floor is like... uhhh half the size of one floor of OG? Quite small.&lt;br /&gt;We bought clothes and toys for my niece and nephews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY NIECE HAS LIKE SOME SUPER MUDEROUS LOOK OMG&lt;br /&gt;YH AND I ARE LIKE SUPER SCARED OF HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Malacca's biggest shopping centre. It's called Jusco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, nothing much there either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin came to fetch us but his car is only able to take like 4 people. And there was 6 of us in total. So four people had to squeeze at the back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rilez8z86nc/TfoNV8oHgxI/AAAAAAAAEEI/Ppu4haiKM3o/s1600/P6150891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rilez8z86nc/TfoNV8oHgxI/AAAAAAAAEEI/Ppu4haiKM3o/s800/P6150891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618818155800920850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to show how crammed it is but like half of it is just my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I went with my grandmother, aunts and cousin.&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner with my other relatives later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SUPER CUTE NEPHEW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B417Ps0S1SY/TfoObfjIlSI/AAAAAAAAEEw/RkDyAacGkuI/s1600/P6150910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B417Ps0S1SY/TfoObfjIlSI/AAAAAAAAEEw/RkDyAacGkuI/s800/P6150910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618819350586234146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I keep thinking he's a girl. Because when I first saw him he was wearing pink!&lt;br /&gt;It's his sister's clothes, passed down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young I used to wear William's clothes too :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many waiters used to call me "Ah-boy" :(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my dad also lah! Keep making me cut short hair. I WAS SUCH AN UGLY KID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the baby's really cute! I cant remember his name, Miguel or Miquel?&lt;br /&gt;But he kept grabbing onto my finger :)&lt;br /&gt;I offered him lah! But he didnt let go :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't carry him! Quite sad about it but I was very afraid that I would drop him.&lt;br /&gt;Plus he drooled A LOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to super many relatives' houses. Like 4 in that one day.&lt;br /&gt;Was with one of my super distant relatives then she was trying to start a conversation&lt;br /&gt;Then she looked at me and she was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh... So you're in uni now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Momentarily stunned-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Secondary??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming old!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is today! Didn't do anything. Breakfast. City tour on public bus. The bus driver's so nice!&lt;br /&gt;We took it to the terminal and took it back to our hotel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with relatives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HG_7hoM8Y0o/TfoPMuKw9uI/AAAAAAAAEFA/QDabOlrCWzY/s1600/P6160936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HG_7hoM8Y0o/TfoPMuKw9uI/AAAAAAAAEFA/QDabOlrCWzY/s800/P6160936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618820196324144866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 year old using iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he HATES school.&lt;br /&gt;He's a cool kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cried for the past 6 days when he had to go to school and he told the teacher "I wont be coming anymore. It's enough"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA from a 3-year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad dotes on him a lot lah. If I did that my dad will chase me out of the house and tell me to wash bowls for a living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xZu7nIr57U4/TfoPMQo3AKI/AAAAAAAAEE4/Xm6VeXd6ZHY/s1600/P6160932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xZu7nIr57U4/TfoPMQo3AKI/AAAAAAAAEE4/Xm6VeXd6ZHY/s800/P6160932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618820188397306018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carried him around the hotel lobby again. But then this time round I dont know why but he felt heavier and I started sweating after awhile so I passed him to YH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to kope photos from YH if she uploads them onto FB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-4534218940338145308?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/4534218940338145308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/06/photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4534218940338145308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4534218940338145308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/06/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1bQBM93uoms/TfoNUnOWEBI/AAAAAAAAEDw/gft9hedcc48/s72-c/P5250804.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-1915089402091197607</id><published>2011-06-13T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:37:49.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>Going on my trip soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very excited! Okay actually Im only excited about the FOOD and the SHOPPING. The scenery's meh. Like there's nothing much to see anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cant remember a single thing about HK even though I've been there a few times. I think three? But I remember the chee cheong fun! With the prawns :) I like the prawns one. Anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIll snap pictures and update again, before going off to HK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE CHANGI AIRPORT! :) Am I the only one? I just feel really safe there and it's just so nice and quiet. Yet not scarily quiet. I think the library's scary. The silence is deafening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found out that EOS released some limited edition(!!!) lipbalms. Strawberry and some other flavour. DEAR ROCHELLE, IF YOU ARE EVER READING THIS, I &lt;b&gt;WILL&lt;/b&gt; HUNT IT DOWN IN HK. I WILL &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; FAIL YOU. Unless it's not in HK yet lah. Then &lt;b&gt;YOU&lt;/b&gt; shall order it on ebay for us! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my mum gave me 100ringgit (approx 40SGD)&lt;br /&gt;She thinks that it's sufficient for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;I dont think she understands that a bowl of noodles nowadays cost at least 3 dollars. But I accepted it anyway! Or she will start complaining that Im ungrateful and I'll go there penniless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND DO NOT WATCH INSIDIOUS. It is a terrible terrible show! I mean it is kinda scary but after that it just gets ridiculous. Like at the start I was like "OMG OMG OMG WILLIAM HELP ME WATCH ARH!" and there was this one part where there were like disturbances in the house and I was like "Oh okay and she will check the door and find nothing and nothing else will happen" but BAM a kid runs past and I half-screamed/jumped back in my seat. I was standing to get more Chocky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the last part the both of us just kept going "Wtf?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so terrible! "Ah-bsolutely horrendous!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still can't get over that stingy simlimsquare guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI PORTIA I HOPE TO SEE YOU IN HONGKONG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-1915089402091197607?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/1915089402091197607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/06/quick-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1915089402091197607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1915089402091197607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/06/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-4821930048564257290</id><published>2011-06-09T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T08:36:04.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Threadbare</title><content type='html'>Coconuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just tidied my closet and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw out about 8 necklaces, 5 bangles, more than 10 pairs of earrings and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw out 22 pieces of crap that I dont wear anymore and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw out all the other crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY CLOSET IS SO EMPTY NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing which is like normal is the uhm cosmetics part&lt;br /&gt;But I need to buy masks. I feel like my skin is dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least now I have a reason to shop! :) And I didnt throw them away. My mum's giving my random cute stuff that I dont want anymore to her colleague's daughter and my clothes are going to the needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite weird though, like if I dont have enough money to eat why on earth am I wearing a highwaist skirt???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT BUT BUT! Im going to Malaysia and HK soon :) WHICH MEANS SHOPPING! Actually I think Malaysia will be quite sian but the stuff there are cheap so...&lt;br /&gt;And after I return I'll invest heavily in online shopping! Never really liked it because the stuff always look great on the model but on you it looks like crap. But then I think the stuff on online stores are wayyy nicer though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a haircut! My head feels so much lighter now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-4821930048564257290?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/4821930048564257290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/06/threadbare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4821930048564257290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4821930048564257290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/06/threadbare.html' title='Threadbare'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-1238885972187353354</id><published>2011-06-05T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:31:37.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Streetsales</title><content type='html'>Streetsales ytd!&lt;br /&gt;Sold ice-cream. We met a lot of mean people. Like I dont mind if you smile and shake your head but then they just walk past us like "Oh I didnt hear you because you're too short"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESP THE ANGMOHS. I thought they would be nicer and more generous. (Okay some of them were) But majority of them just stuck up their noses and walked past. LITERALLY. You can see them tilting their heads upwards in slowmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my own at first and some other guy from another project was being very irritating. And he was like "You must go all out". I mean yeah I have to put in effort but I dont want to be annoying because people wont want to buy from me, right? Like "OH SHUT UP AND GET LOST". I think if you're nice and you dont try too hard, then they'll like you and actually entertain you. So I think he was trying to get me to fail because I was obviously doing much better than him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Dilys came after that and we made our way to Ion. And we met this SUPER SUPER I-WANT-TO-PUNCH-HIM PERSON. He's from the UK. And we, being superficial, decided to approach him because of our misconception that angmohs = generous + USD/pounds/euros/wtv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us : Hi, would you like to buy ice cream for charity or make a donation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : Uh, no, Im not interested. But how do I get to Little India?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Uhm you can take the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : But I want to take the taxi. Taxi's better. So if I want to take the taxi, which direction do I take it in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : I dont know because I always take the MRT. (Slightly pissed off that he has money for taxi but no money for charity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He reaches into his pocket. And Dilys and I thought that he was going to make a donation and I could hear myself going "HALLELUJAH!"  BUT THEN, he took out a piece of paper-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : -points at "Sim Lim Square"- It's near Little India, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us : Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : Is your English good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Uhhh it's understandable. (Already irritated at his attempt at insulting us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : (Repeats himself very, very slowly) So if I want to take the tah-xaye, which way do I take it in? (inserts unnecessary hand gestures)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : (Repeats myself slowly) I dont know because I always take the MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point of time I was already like "UHHH YOU FUCKER! You're the one with language issues!" And it's not like I speak with the overly exaggerated Singaporean accent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : Oh... How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilys : Uhhhh 16...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I didnt really want to reply but he turned to me and he was like "And you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : (sullenly) 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : Ohhh.. Thank you. Remember to go to school tomorrow! Have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Yeah have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilys and I were so disgusted by him, we didn't bother telling him that we were on a school break. Psychotic snobby perv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and some woman snatched the license from me to check if I was allowed to sell stuff. HAHA! She was like "What is it for?". I told her that it was for physically and mentally disabled children and she grabbed the license out of my hand and she seemed disappointed that I was telling her the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im making my shopping list for HK so if you want me to get anything for you, feel free to tell me! Or Im not going to get you anything. My luggage space is extremely valuable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-1238885972187353354?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/1238885972187353354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/06/streetsales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1238885972187353354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1238885972187353354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/06/streetsales.html' title='Streetsales'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-1224130370615893485</id><published>2011-06-04T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T08:03:29.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic!</title><content type='html'>Crazy, crazy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out like almost every single day and I was rushing my homework at the same time since I wont be in Spore for most of the 3rd and 4th week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon Tues and Wed were still alright because it was only school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thurs I had to collect my passport, then headed over to Amanda's house after that to bake brownies for Vernice! HAHA I think it was really really really horrible. Like we kept re-baking it. It's like the inside's soft even after more than an hour of baking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, went to see Ver perform. Bought a sunflower for her before that. And it's like Amanda and I were the only few who brought flowers there! It's like..weird.. We thought it was a super normal thing because whenever we go for our school performances there are usually flowers EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-46rD_ZVBFBw/TepHBFdfWmI/AAAAAAAAEDg/OpfEGZRS0Xw/s1600/SDC18889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-46rD_ZVBFBw/TepHBFdfWmI/AAAAAAAAEDg/OpfEGZRS0Xw/s800/SDC18889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614377969442052706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koped from Ver. I look so tiny here! But Amanda and I thought it was a formalish kind of thing, like smart casual so I wore jeans and she wore a skirt and...GUESS WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people were wearing shorts and FLIP FLOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for dinner/supper after that. Subway at 11. I'm not really a Subway person. I find the people intimidating. Like the person asked if I wanted cheese then I kept staring at the thing then I was like deciding which type of cheese to get for a REEEEEEALLY long time. Then Vernice was like "just say yes". Me to person : Yes. Person sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordering at Subway is really stressful. Yeah actually yesterday was the second time I've ordered. The first one went so badly I never tried again until yesterday. I still find Starbucks and Coffeebean scary too. Like they speak SO fast! I dont think Im the only one who thinks that way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-1224130370615893485?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/1224130370615893485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/06/hectic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1224130370615893485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1224130370615893485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/06/hectic.html' title='Hectic!'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-46rD_ZVBFBw/TepHBFdfWmI/AAAAAAAAEDg/OpfEGZRS0Xw/s72-c/SDC18889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-8189091844944641692</id><published>2011-05-30T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T04:16:55.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherlover</title><content type='html'>Steph showed me this video during Articulation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/X0DeIqJm4vM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH IT! It's funny! It's not that I enjoy crude humour but still..&lt;br /&gt;And it's so funny when JT sings "What is it dawg?" with his uhm...girlish voice HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-8189091844944641692?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/8189091844944641692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/motherlover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8189091844944641692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8189091844944641692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/motherlover.html' title='Motherlover'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/X0DeIqJm4vM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-593609417587637373</id><published>2011-05-29T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:30:19.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy KIWI Project</title><content type='html'>HELLO EVERYONE! Sorry for not updating recently. I keep thinking that I have JUST posted but then it's been about a week or so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Im here to blog about A Happy Kid Is Worth It (KIWI) Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We usually call it A Happy KIWI Project because it's cooler that way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A short into: A Happy KIWI Project is a YFC (Youth For Causes) group which aims to raise funds to make learning easier for kids with special needs! The group consists of students from RGS, NYGH and NJC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group has been selling T-shirts and will be organizing street sales in &lt;b&gt;JUNE&lt;/b&gt; at &lt;b&gt;Orchard, Nex, CCK, AMK and Bugis.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can support by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buying a shirt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Helping out in streetsales (For those who are interested, CIP points will be awarded) Sign up for streetsales &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahappykiwi.wordpress.com/volunteers/street-sales/"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Like" A Happy KIWI Project's FB page! &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/happykiwis?sk=wall"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/#!/happykiwis?sk=wall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shirts are really cool and they're &lt;b&gt;ORIGINAL&lt;/b&gt; designs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6rbIR-dHsc/TeNBbGcr3NI/AAAAAAAAEDE/NxFgG9B4KjE/s1600/jl-white.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 545px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6rbIR-dHsc/TeNBbGcr3NI/AAAAAAAAEDE/NxFgG9B4KjE/s800/jl-white.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612401494476971218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWAZaK1xkI0/TeNBa91WaQI/AAAAAAAAEC8/Jh9ErE32_0Q/s1600/222988_10150189319866284_520836283_7159903_4598412_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 545px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IWAZaK1xkI0/TeNBa91WaQI/AAAAAAAAEC8/Jh9ErE32_0Q/s800/222988_10150189319866284_520836283_7159903_4598412_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612401492164503810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1EMn34HvQPM/TeNBay9atJI/AAAAAAAAEC0/DJKyyTQjLgk/s1600/hk-brown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 444px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1EMn34HvQPM/TeNBay9atJI/AAAAAAAAEC0/DJKyyTQjLgk/s800/hk-brown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612401489245549714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I like the John Lennon one the most :) I'll take a picture of it once I get it! And there are more colours for each design!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sizes are unisex so you guys won't have to worry about it being too big/too small!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on the shirts, visit &lt;a href="http://ahappykiwi.wordpress.com/our-merchandise/"&gt;http://ahappykiwi.wordpress.com/our-merchandise/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Students from NJC, NYGH, RGS and HCJC have already ordered their shirts! BE COOL LIKE US AND GET YOURS TOO. HAHA. I know lah, "NY cool meh?" :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway! We're trying to get the shirts to HC highschool section too. WE SHALL DOMINATE THE BUKIT TIMAH SECTION WUAHAHA. Okay anyway, we're trying to get it to RV too! Or you can just order online or through me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4tUSYH5Wwhc/TeNGryPvy1I/AAAAAAAAEDU/uinYoCjHFjE/s1600/IMG000023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4tUSYH5Wwhc/TeNGryPvy1I/AAAAAAAAEDU/uinYoCjHFjE/s800/IMG000023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612407278669908818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yes, that's Black Shatter on my nails! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-593609417587637373?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/593609417587637373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-kiwi-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/593609417587637373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/593609417587637373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-kiwi-project.html' title='A Happy KIWI Project'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q6rbIR-dHsc/TeNBbGcr3NI/AAAAAAAAEDE/NxFgG9B4KjE/s72-c/jl-white.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-8148041595547228730</id><published>2011-05-22T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T07:22:01.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates</title><content type='html'>Watched Pirates today! In 3D. I usually dont like 3D because it makes me super giddy but this time it was alright! Just that the glasses were too big and for some weird reason the area above my ear hurt a lot so I kept taking it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still prefer the first few though! OH and I was like chionging both IH essay and Pirates 3 ytd. I was like "SHIT TMR WATCHING 4, MUST FINISH 3 TODAY" so in the end I multitasked. But I think 3 wasnt very nice either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IT'S SAD THAT THE WILL GUY BECAME THE CAPTAIN. But I like Orlando Bloom's voice. HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Amanda says that my voice is husky HAHA. Then a few minutes later Mr Lee showed us this video and the expert was like "People are more attracted to husky voices because when people are sexually aroused, their voices become huskier"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA but actually I dont think I have a husky voice. WE'RE TOO YOUNG FOR IT. But I think I "broke" my voice once. Actually Im not sure. Like in P6 I lost my voice and then after that I couldn't hit certain high notes anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the video Mr Lee showed us is really cool. I think he said it's by Discovery/Nat Geog. Not sure lah, but some documentary. Like this guy wore glasses that would invert everything around. So like when he's walking he'll see his feet on top and the sky below. Does that make sense?? Im bad at explaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAD THE JOB OF EXPLAINING THE OBSTACLE COURSE DURING OPEN HOUSE HAHA. Walao I was scared that the people wont understand what Im saying. AND THERE WAS THIS SUPER CUTE BABY HAHA HE GRABBED MY FINGER! And this may sound weird but my heart was thumping damn fast. But not for weird reasons lah. I think I was just really happy because for the past 20 minutes I had been wanting to play with him. HE IS THE CUTEST BABY OMG! Okay, not the cutest but he had curly hair! Plus he kept smiling at me and he kept sticking his tongue out. Then his dad was like "Haiyo you! Why you keep sticking your tongue out?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE. Maybe he does it to only me :) HE LIKES ME :) Im going crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-8148041595547228730?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/8148041595547228730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/pirates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8148041595547228730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8148041595547228730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/pirates.html' title='Pirates'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-5282045355328909629</id><published>2011-05-17T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T01:24:50.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeveless uniforms :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryan : Why your school uniform so translucent one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Walao can you stop looking?! Thank goodness Im wearing jacket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan : It's not that I want to look! But... it's so obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I always have a mini heart attack whenever Im in the school toilet looking into the mirror and some girl beside me lifts up her hands to tie her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeveless uniforms :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my Chinese teacher has armpit stubble :(&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I went to inspect it (NO WAY!), but it's just obvious.&lt;br /&gt;Like, she loves sleeveless tops and well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I used to be sitting in the first row so she would always be like right in front of us and whenever she talks animatedly, she'll start moving her hands around and ML and I will be staring at her underarms in shock/disgust and we wont listen to a single thing she says/even look at her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, it's not a fetish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just..disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay shall go rush out whatever I've left! I want to go out out out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-5282045355328909629?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/5282045355328909629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/sleeveless-uniforms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/5282045355328909629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/5282045355328909629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/sleeveless-uniforms.html' title='Sleeveless uniforms :('/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-1520822603965087775</id><published>2011-05-16T06:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T07:04:23.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOCUS!</title><content type='html'>I need to start concentrating and paying attention in class. Like I need to chiong a lot of shit tmr because I have been zoning out :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IM GOING CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN SOMEONE NOT TURN INSANE WHEN EVERY TEN SECONDS, YOU HEAR JENNIFER LOPEZ GOING "IT'S A NEW GENERATION" IN YOUR HEAD?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING CRAZY, I TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when "IT'S A NEW GENERATION" disappears, "I WANNA SEE YOUR PEACOCK, COCK, COCK" POPS IN. I guess it wouldnt be that bad if the entire song was playing in my head. BUT NO! IT WAS ONLY THAT ONE LINE. IM GOING MAAAAAAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, ran after school. Island. Met YX there. OOOOH OOOH OOOH! Finally got my mudpie. AND MY AVAST THINGY KEEPS DETECTING TROJAN HORSES DK FROM WHERE. NEVER OPEN NEW WINDOWS AND STUFF BUT KEEP POPPING UP. But at least it's doing its job! MAYBE SOMEONE IS TRYING TO HACK INTO MY COMPUTER! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay going to catch Pirates now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-1520822603965087775?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/1520822603965087775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/focus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1520822603965087775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1520822603965087775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/focus.html' title='FOCUS!'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-4554003501072206704</id><published>2011-05-14T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T08:30:21.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>J LO IS SO HOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. IM FANGIRLING OVER HER BUT SHE'S SO SEXY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THOSE WHO HAVENT, GO WATCH ON THE FLOOR MV. AND SHE'S 41 TURNING 42 WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-4554003501072206704?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/4554003501072206704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/random_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4554003501072206704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4554003501072206704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/random_14.html' title='Random'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-296990387159164906</id><published>2011-05-13T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T21:21:01.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CSM</title><content type='html'>CSM was WORSE than expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could have sneaked off and watched the races super easily but NOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway the first time Dilys, Steph and I tried to escape, we were quite successful. We were reaching the top of the slope already when BAM. We saw Mr C. HAHA then we told him we wanted to use the toilet at the other side and he was like "JC section also got toilet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;StephA (pointing at Dilys) : She wants to see her boyfriend compete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr C : Okay, she can go. The two of you, go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : But we also...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr C : DONT TELL ME ALL YOUR BOYFRIENDS COMPETING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr C : Aiya all of you go back lah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he followed us back :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time, Dilys and I told Miss S we wanted to go to the toilet. But then we went to the Milo van in the end LOL. But we didnt bring our bags along. And then I saw Mr C at the Milo van and we made eye contact LOL but I think he didnt remember me/he thought I was with the other class which was there as well. Then I told Dilys that Mr C was there and she was like "SHIT SHIT HE KNOWS IM NOT FROM THIS CLASS, RUN, RUN!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we RAN. LOL Okay, half of the time I was like "SHIT, DILYS, CAN WE STOP RUNNING? WE LOOK LIKE IDIOTS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really looked like idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got back with the class and they were playing bball with the guys. Steph and I were sitting at the side and we were like "WE WILL THRASH THEM. WE TOTALLY CAN. WE WILL KICK THEIR BUTTS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we played next and LOL. We got thrashed. I mean girls vs guys. Even though there were more girls than guys on court...But I swear, there were at least 2 guys who were like 1.9. And the shortest was more than 1.7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed miserably. And there were hardly any chances for us to intercept because once they got the ball, they shot. AND IF A FIVE-POINTER EXISTS, THEY WOULD HAVE GOTTEN IT. Many, many times. And when we wanted to shoot, all they had to do was put their hands above us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our referee was really...IDK LOL. Like he was quite funny and dorky and he was saying something like "You guys can play 4v4 and you guys will be like kampong kids throwing the ball happily around" then he started imitating "kampong kids"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTIL NOW, STEPH AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HE MEANT. But then he kept trying to teach us how to cheat. Like telling us to stand in a line and pass the ball till someone shoots it in because "the guys cant touch you all right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the game our class decided to go to the Milo van. And Dilys Steph and I sneaked off. So stupid! The most successful one was the easiest one! But only managed to catch the teachers' relay :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst CSM ever. Like I dont understand why we're not allowed to watch the races. Like our main purpose is to watch the races! It's not like we want to ogle at secondary 1-3 guys right! :( :( :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-296990387159164906?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/296990387159164906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/csm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/296990387159164906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/296990387159164906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/csm.html' title='CSM'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-4925379559259861581</id><published>2011-05-11T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T06:14:57.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone still use MSN nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-4925379559259861581?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/4925379559259861581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/msn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4925379559259861581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4925379559259861581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/msn.html' title='MSN'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-8630729610129946918</id><published>2011-05-09T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T01:38:56.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules of Engagement</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Jeff : If I die, you gonna get remarried?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey : Yeah, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff : Alright, do me a favour. Cremate me and throw my ashes in his face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I should start doing something more productive. Like...reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried out the instant laksa. HOW HORRIBLE. The noodles are IHKFJDSLNL. I threw like 3/4 of it away. DO NOT BUY INSTANT LAKSA IF YOU SEE IT AT THE SUPERMARKET. And I just remembered something amusing! When I went to Australia I saw that they had INSTANT SINGAPORE NOODLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA WHAT IS SINGAPORE NOODLES?! I wanted to try it but my dad said that I'll be wasting money :( But it's just Singapore noodles :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And WUAHAHA I think the DSLR is MINE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure yet. My dad seems very she bu de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SPEAKING OF DSLRs, I saw this super super super super bigass lens at Lucky Plaza. I didnt go into the building, it's just one of the shops outside. SUPER BIG, BIGGER THAN TELESCOPE. NOT KIDDING. DONT KNOW IF IT'S REAL OR FAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO, GO, CHECK IT OUT! (And yes, I know that I'm very free)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-8630729610129946918?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/8630729610129946918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/rules-of-engagement_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8630729610129946918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8630729610129946918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/rules-of-engagement_09.html' title='Rules of Engagement'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-6915396765032679411</id><published>2011-05-06T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T09:18:07.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Ben : I made sure that he saved my number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : HAHA you make him sound like a little kid! And you're like his dad or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben : (I CANT REMEMBER WHAT HE SAID BUT I SUPPOSED HE SAID SOMETHING ABOUT BEING 15 AND SOUNDING OLD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : You're the only 15 year old I know who goes "oh my". Like some ahma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben : Walao, can I at least be ahgong? &lt;b&gt;Old already bad enough, still must be tranny?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA. I think he's funny! And we were actually texting but I cant refer to my messages. BECAUSE MY PHONE IS TOOTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's actually my fault. I dropped my phone into the toiletbowl today HAHAHHA. AT SCHOOL HAHA. But thank goodness I took a lot of toilet paper for some unknown reason (I just felt compelled to!) before I entered and I just threw all the unused toilet paper inside BEFORE my phone dropped. So my phone landed on the toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And usually I'll probably be like "EWW GROSS" but Idk why I just fished it out without thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I quickly flushed and I dashed out of the cubicle and I was like SHIT WHAT DO I DO?! WASH MY PHONE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realised that's stupid and I might as well have flushed my phone down the toilet so I dried it first then cleaned it with wet toilet paper and Dettol wipes! (SMART RIGHT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the screen died. HAHA! But then after awhile it REVIVED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah now it's still quite screwed up. I cant view the messages in my inbox. Like once I read it, it'll be gone once I close the window. Like, gone. Forever. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mr T made me clear his plate in exchange for writing my NYAA. And he didnt even finish his food and there was like curry and it was so disgusting. JY has a picture as evidence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-6915396765032679411?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/6915396765032679411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/random_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/6915396765032679411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/6915396765032679411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/random_06.html' title='Random'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-4215829516036676486</id><published>2011-05-06T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T09:06:58.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOP!</title><content type='html'>Cabbed to Cityplaza first! HAHA we were being totally insane. Like SERIOUSLY, dont go there. I was having a headache and I felt like my eyes were going to bleed. There are super many obiang stuff with like one or two nice/okay ones. I DIDNT EVEN BUY ANY CLOTHES. Only bought cosmetics. IMPULSE BUY. But then the mascaras were sold cheap! Idk why either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4dyBz_OYww/TcQWo2V5d3I/AAAAAAAAECk/j7gRQ8GYpAM/s1600/P5060576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4dyBz_OYww/TcQWo2V5d3I/AAAAAAAAECk/j7gRQ8GYpAM/s800/P5060576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603628727393679218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to grab a bite in between because we were tired + hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most expensive cheapo milktea ever! HAHA okay that didnt really make sense.&lt;br /&gt;But at kopitiams it's usually 60cents. But it's 1.10 here!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I sound so cheapskate but you guys got see this type of milktea sell for more than a dollar meh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30IP58rN5p0/TcQWonL_6hI/AAAAAAAAECc/dhdzBuz8GQU/s1600/P5060577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-30IP58rN5p0/TcQWonL_6hI/AAAAAAAAECc/dhdzBuz8GQU/s800/P5060577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603628723325626898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a bus to Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;We were going to meet StephA for dinner!&lt;br /&gt;(EHEM SPECIAL MENTION)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1sLkVBs1CU/TcQWpc2ECzI/AAAAAAAAECs/3OYKyYB0nAk/s1600/P5060578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_1sLkVBs1CU/TcQWpc2ECzI/AAAAAAAAECs/3OYKyYB0nAk/s800/P5060578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603628737729137458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sorry JY for this picture. But the other picture was worse, for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SURE YOU WILL AGREE WHEN YOU SEE THE OTHER PICTURE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ybKrk3ZtjQ/TcQVrFj-wJI/AAAAAAAAECU/a0omgn8AcHA/s1600/P5060585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ybKrk3ZtjQ/TcQVrFj-wJI/AAAAAAAAECU/a0omgn8AcHA/s800/P5060585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603627666327388306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited DAMNNNN long to get in!&lt;br /&gt;And the waitress was like so kanchiong&lt;br /&gt;"TABLE FOR THREE. TABLE FOR THREE" HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we were like joking that she'll have nightmares and she'll be like "TABLE FOR THREE" in her sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Or collapse halfway while running around taking orders, and while she's on the ground she'll mumble to herself "TABLE FOR THREE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And StephA had to eat this mountain ice kachang with a tiny teaspoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me and JY trying her icekachang-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : Do you need help? It's like a mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph : Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me and Jy put down our spoons-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph : BUT I SAID I NEEDED HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA STEPH. Mountain Icekachang = Uncool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the pushcart pervert is gone! Actually I noticed quite long ago but I just remembered to mention it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yy3fUSa3B2k/TcQVqjnqTpI/AAAAAAAAECM/Lgw3TdVVLoE/s1600/P5060586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Yy3fUSa3B2k/TcQVqjnqTpI/AAAAAAAAECM/Lgw3TdVVLoE/s800/P5060586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603627657216020114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OOH and I bought rings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I only wanted the uhh..turquoise (?? looks more greenish to me) only. But then buying two was cheaper. So the aunty in me diedie also want to get another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont really like the one on the left. I think it's okay just that the bling bling too shiny already. I shall do the Michellephan vintagey thingy to it later so that it'll be cooler and less taitai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And "RACHEL! Why you take photo so lousy, put the rings so close together?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE THE BLACK ONE CANNOT STAND BY ITSELF HAHA so have to lean against the turquoise one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus it's the adjustable type so I dont want you guys to see the back! So ugly!&lt;br /&gt;But the non-adjustable ones are too big for me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFG9V3qOLSs/TcQVqWOXiZI/AAAAAAAAECE/DrTHGYC6LWQ/s1600/P5060589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFG9V3qOLSs/TcQVqWOXiZI/AAAAAAAAECE/DrTHGYC6LWQ/s800/P5060589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603627653620271506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiaying prefers the black one. She said "the green one got cracks one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THATS WHY IT'S COOL! HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VINTAGE. HMPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMPHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1vJtrCbwRcY/TcQVqLh3cnI/AAAAAAAAEB8/jzllL3k1CfU/s1600/P5060590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1vJtrCbwRcY/TcQVqLh3cnI/AAAAAAAAEB8/jzllL3k1CfU/s800/P5060590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603627650749264498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Maybelline stuff I got. HAHA it's by coincidence okay!&lt;br /&gt;I tried the BB cream on my hand then I was like "OOH" because it wasnt those thick heavy types (CANNOT STAND THOSE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought it. Actually I didnt want to buy it, I was heading to the counter with Magnum.&lt;br /&gt;But then I saw that it was on sale. So I bought it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I deposited the Magnum back because I was like "Aiya I want to find the set one"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I FOUND IT! In some other place in Cityplaza. Plus it was cheaper. And they had this Maybelline counter and the mascaras were so cheap. And it's not like imitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zka_ukxQynQ/TcQVp0it6iI/AAAAAAAAEB0/CD3zLz7zBYg/s1600/P5060593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zka_ukxQynQ/TcQVp0it6iI/AAAAAAAAEB0/CD3zLz7zBYg/s800/P5060593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603627644578818594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's day gift. HAHA. 6 masks. So xiao shun of me! Jy bought her mum heart-shaped bakwas but my mum doesnt really eat them and my dad will finish them instead ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yepps! I think I was very evil because I was like asking the Faceshop person "Uhh which one is for old people?" HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I corrected myself and said "Uhhh anti-aging!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME SO NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-4215829516036676486?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/4215829516036676486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/shop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4215829516036676486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4215829516036676486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/shop.html' title='SHOP!'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4dyBz_OYww/TcQWo2V5d3I/AAAAAAAAECk/j7gRQ8GYpAM/s72-c/P5060576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-7356444474102474689</id><published>2011-05-05T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T07:38:42.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules of Engagement</title><content type='html'>"Climate change is pushing the polar bear towards extinction. And who will help the polar bears if we don't?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Not the black bear. They're all like 'Yo, take that whitey'."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-7356444474102474689?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/7356444474102474689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/rules-of-engagement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/7356444474102474689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/7356444474102474689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/rules-of-engagement.html' title='Rules of Engagement'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-7030523956379918938</id><published>2011-05-02T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T07:46:40.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mSsBHlj_n34/Tb7BlXoo7oI/AAAAAAAAEBs/c-wTkUy4h1k/s1600/P5020548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mSsBHlj_n34/Tb7BlXoo7oI/AAAAAAAAEBs/c-wTkUy4h1k/s800/P5020548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602127834239266434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken with my laopok camera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA Didnt know my laopok camera also can use to take this type of photo. I set the ISO to 80. Very slow already but still not slow enough for nicer pictures! This is one of the super successful ones. But because it's a laopok camera, the background is extremely blur. (GOING TO GET DSLR! My dad was like raving about his DSLR less than two years ago. Then now he has a new one and he wants to sell the old one. And he refuses to give me his old one because he claims that "it is not good". I KNOW IT'S NOT GOOD COMPARED TO HIS 3000D BUT THEN IT'S BETTER THAN MY LAOPOK ONE RIGHT?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA there was this very weird picture. Okay very inappropriate and W was like "DELETE IT. IT'S SICK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway went out for dinner. I suck at deshelling prawns and I was trying to get the shell off with my teeth and W was like "WOAH. MINCED PRAWN. HARDCORE" HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep taking videos nowadays! At first I thought I sounded kinda weird but now Im started to love my voice :) HAHA. Narcissistic. AND I KEEP LAUGHING AT MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Long week ahead. BYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-7030523956379918938?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/7030523956379918938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/7030523956379918938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/7030523956379918938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/05/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mSsBHlj_n34/Tb7BlXoo7oI/AAAAAAAAEBs/c-wTkUy4h1k/s72-c/P5020548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-2679138471940698508</id><published>2011-04-28T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T07:00:09.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I dont really feel like blogging anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it's a at-the-moment kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel that people read my blog and assume that they know me well so they dont really make an effort to know me through conversations and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah Im not sure but anyway I wont be closing this page at the time being. Just going to see how thigns go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I TOOK UP ABOUT 8GB OF THE MEMORY CARD ALREADY. LOL I KEEP TAKING VIDEOS. I think videos are much more fun. Because it's like conversations are recorded down and stuff. But Im keeping them for myself! And friends! Got some too stupid cannot upload on FB (Btw I'll ALWAYS private videos. I think having random people whom watching your videos is scary!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-2679138471940698508?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/2679138471940698508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/04/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2679138471940698508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2679138471940698508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-3012597416021669945</id><published>2011-04-21T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T07:32:06.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY V-DAY</title><content type='html'>THIS IS A POST ON V-DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Valentine's day. Im not so..uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S HAPPY VALERIE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND PRESENTING TO YOU...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ql0PnR8ueHQ/TbA5gEJR-7I/AAAAAAAAEBY/BLvgMZznW58/s1600/P4190389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ql0PnR8ueHQ/TbA5gEJR-7I/AAAAAAAAEBY/BLvgMZznW58/s800/P4190389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598037559852792754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Those fingers arent mine. My fingers are very nice. HAHA. I must be going crazy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT we were faced with many difficulties that day and I almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our initial plan was to cab to Lotone, buy cake, leave at NYNY, take bus to stadium.&lt;br /&gt;BUT. Flagging cab = time. Traffic jam = MORE TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end we just cabbed straight to stadium instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we almost got into an accident. And I was coming up with a new plan and I was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay so we will blablabla. -Taxi almost crashed- GASPPPPPPP, anyway, then we will..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I very calm right? :) Ong once described me as "cool as a cucumber" HAHA because I was the only one who didnt flinch when she mentioned that there was going to be a pop quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, reached stadium, watched Val and XY warmup, saw them off to the call room. Went for our lunch. Our extremely, pathetic lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j-F1EBfZTSU/TbA4e-6Q73I/AAAAAAAAEBA/wn78NRulY58/s1600/P4190392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j-F1EBfZTSU/TbA4e-6Q73I/AAAAAAAAEBA/wn78NRulY58/s800/P4190392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598036441756135282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POCKY :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Valerie, how much we sacrificed for you. I didnt even finish my Pocky because your race was starting. I just throw the last few sticks away :( AND YOU DONT ADVOCATE WASTING FOOD (HAHA the video!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SORRY VALERIE, I LET YOU DOWN. Okay I seriously think Im losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, EVEN GOING TO LOTONE WAS A CHALLENGE. We reached the bus stop quite early but we couldnt get on the bus. Like SY V and YX got on and XY JY and I were left at the bus stop HAHA. Then Jy was like "Shit lah should have left Val at the bus stop alone then we go buy cake first"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmkdI7F44O4/TbA4euX1sDI/AAAAAAAAEA4/SzBO2Qtp9Pc/s1600/P4190394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmkdI7F44O4/TbA4euX1sDI/AAAAAAAAEA4/SzBO2Qtp9Pc/s800/P4190394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598036437316775986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iyw061Ws6jU/TbA4eSNbNyI/AAAAAAAAEAw/DpUIrQ_TAoU/s1600/P4190396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iyw061Ws6jU/TbA4eSNbNyI/AAAAAAAAEAw/DpUIrQ_TAoU/s800/P4190396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598036429756905250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h6YUucQ-htM/TbA4eEYfyVI/AAAAAAAAEAo/_GAeq7QHbHM/s1600/P4190400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h6YUucQ-htM/TbA4eEYfyVI/AAAAAAAAEAo/_GAeq7QHbHM/s800/P4190400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598036426045245778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After ordering drinks, JY and I said that we had to go to the toilet. So we rushed downstairs to get the cake. But we didnt know which cake so we SMSed YX and we were like pacing around like madwomen. I think the cashier was like "Walao these beggars, they want to buy cake anot?!" HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked quite stupid when we were looking at all the cakes anyway. Like lost and confused and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bought cake and went back up. Waved to the waiter and got him to take it in then we entered after that. Then JY made up some ridiculous story about meeting some weird person in the toilet LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAL FELL FOR IT. HAHA SO HARD TO BELIEVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xwefPoo0I0Q/TbA4du4waOI/AAAAAAAAEAg/o4d0MjhQ9hU/s1600/P4190401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xwefPoo0I0Q/TbA4du4waOI/AAAAAAAAEAg/o4d0MjhQ9hU/s800/P4190401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598036420274972898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LuePIlVuSyU/TbA3pMbwMEI/AAAAAAAAEAY/3Gdz5oZNN8s/s1600/P4190403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LuePIlVuSyU/TbA3pMbwMEI/AAAAAAAAEAY/3Gdz5oZNN8s/s800/P4190403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598035517673320514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eIHynNfQrkU/TbA876NILXI/AAAAAAAAEBg/zAGmzY2GsA8/s1600/P4190406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eIHynNfQrkU/TbA876NILXI/AAAAAAAAEBg/zAGmzY2GsA8/s800/P4190406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598041336755793266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was really really really full after the meal.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had to get the waiter to bring the cake out. Then I saw XY's empty glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was like "Eh XY you want to refill your cup anot? You look thirsty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then XY was like "Huh? No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like giving her the "WE HAVE TO GET THE WAITER HERE" look. But she was like giving me the "Whats wrong with your face?" look. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end I forced myself to finish my water :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like "EH WHY THE WAITER NEVER COME ARH? I go ask them refill"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LhmEc76Fflk/TbA3o3qGzgI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/X4UgPfqmv1E/s1600/P4190408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LhmEc76Fflk/TbA3o3qGzgI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/X4UgPfqmv1E/s800/P4190408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598035512096378370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l6syFUg4u24/TbA3ofR8YdI/AAAAAAAAEAI/JOiIKXTQ3LY/s1600/P4190409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l6syFUg4u24/TbA3ofR8YdI/AAAAAAAAEAI/JOiIKXTQ3LY/s800/P4190409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598035505552581074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then we went to Popular. JY and I stalled Val (Idk what she and SY were doing!) while YX and XY went to pay for her gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that YX said that she and I were going to the toilet. Then with me feeling super horrible because of the food and the cake and the water all inside me, had to run, yes, RUN around lotone with her because we had to find a photocopying shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FELT. SO. HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAY! WE WERE REALLY AWESOME. We as in everyone excluding Val because she fell for every single trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jZ_6qhWO6U/TbA3nh5jLDI/AAAAAAAAD_4/E6ZvyRCOkXU/s1600/P4190411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jZ_6qhWO6U/TbA3nh5jLDI/AAAAAAAAD_4/E6ZvyRCOkXU/s800/P4190411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598035489075702834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND CHECK OUT HOW YX HANGS HER JACKET ON HER BAG HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-20xejQb1o4c/TbA5fg9c3bI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/rvsTEyzGQM4/s1600/n806373909_1898130_7923578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-20xejQb1o4c/TbA5fg9c3bI/AAAAAAAAEBQ/rvsTEyzGQM4/s800/n806373909_1898130_7923578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598037550407933362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this photo. Even though I look weird here.&lt;br /&gt;But so do JY and YX :)&lt;br /&gt;But the six of us were so awesome&lt;br /&gt;We should take another photo like that this year. Like in the same position.&lt;br /&gt;BUT WITH XY'S HAND AROUND ME HMPH&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK SO LEFT OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YTyGP_-SU-s/TbA5fW8XYcI/AAAAAAAAEBI/45TyVWVWPtI/s1600/7722_1188821451779_1565631380_30488803_2547245_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YTyGP_-SU-s/TbA5fW8XYcI/AAAAAAAAEBI/45TyVWVWPtI/s800/7722_1188821451779_1565631380_30488803_2547245_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598037547719025090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-3012597416021669945?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/3012597416021669945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-v-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/3012597416021669945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/3012597416021669945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-v-day.html' title='HAPPY V-DAY'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ql0PnR8ueHQ/TbA5gEJR-7I/AAAAAAAAEBY/BLvgMZznW58/s72-c/P4190389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-3711622185022851209</id><published>2011-04-18T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T06:28:18.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINATOWN!</title><content type='html'>As promised!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cdjtn8wZBNo/Taw2yL1PRjI/AAAAAAAAD_g/wTyLipgh0cc/s1600/P4160343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cdjtn8wZBNo/Taw2yL1PRjI/AAAAAAAAD_g/wTyLipgh0cc/s800/P4160343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596908672712132146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAS8q5Mkwmw/Taw2xYt6PrI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/BzUkK1kEn1k/s1600/P4160345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAS8q5Mkwmw/Taw2xYt6PrI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/BzUkK1kEn1k/s800/P4160345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596908658991185586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; HAHAHA CHIO NOT?!&lt;br /&gt;HH and I saw it and we were like WTF LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of Katy Perry's California Girls music video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTCNVcFM8JQ/Taw2w-bNuGI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/PJvRRV-nsYk/s1600/P4160347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTCNVcFM8JQ/Taw2w-bNuGI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/PJvRRV-nsYk/s800/P4160347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596908651933448290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ww7BB-X2TpA/Taw12INnyrI/AAAAAAAAD_I/pOr18JdR3NY/s1600/P4160348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ww7BB-X2TpA/Taw12INnyrI/AAAAAAAAD_I/pOr18JdR3NY/s800/P4160348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596907640948509362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used this! HAHA Actually we were like "Okay, walk that direction. Lulu Hotel. Turn, walk straight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after like ten metres we were like "Wait... what? Go back and check"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to take a photo of it! CAME IN HANDY. Me and my geniusness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7tepezWFqy8/Taw11g8kTcI/AAAAAAAAD_A/8eOHoxcddhg/s1600/P4160350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7tepezWFqy8/Taw11g8kTcI/AAAAAAAAD_A/8eOHoxcddhg/s800/P4160350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596907630407994818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One thing I dislike about my camera.&lt;br /&gt;Takes SUPER LONG to start up. Like by the time I switched it on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I got was THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FvWtPlHRzJ0/Taw10h6Zu1I/AAAAAAAAD-4/NibDjy4kZA4/s1600/P4160353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FvWtPlHRzJ0/Taw10h6Zu1I/AAAAAAAAD-4/NibDjy4kZA4/s800/P4160353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596907613487479634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We expected Lulu Hotel to be some uhm..building which looks like a hotel?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, even Hotel 81 looks more like a Hotel than Lulu Hotel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMgLr-pa1J0/Taw1z6W3rdI/AAAAAAAAD-w/X3BAHXomXZA/s1600/P4160355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMgLr-pa1J0/Taw1z6W3rdI/AAAAAAAAD-w/X3BAHXomXZA/s800/P4160355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596907602869464530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FozjBdXclC4/Taw1zc8amPI/AAAAAAAAD-o/eb9OU0_X1zU/s1600/P4160356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FozjBdXclC4/Taw1zc8amPI/AAAAAAAAD-o/eb9OU0_X1zU/s800/P4160356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596907594973878514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bBL71LnK4Pk/Taw0iep03mI/AAAAAAAAD-g/Ph18mQtvJvs/s1600/P4160358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bBL71LnK4Pk/Taw0iep03mI/AAAAAAAAD-g/Ph18mQtvJvs/s800/P4160358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596906203863375458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8ZvKvC4Wog/Taw0h1AQZvI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/kwL0toDB29I/s1600/P4160359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z8ZvKvC4Wog/Taw0h1AQZvI/AAAAAAAAD-Y/kwL0toDB29I/s800/P4160359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596906192683165426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yi7x93vE2S0/Taw0hA2a_UI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/jaQQiaPB0Wg/s1600/P4160360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yi7x93vE2S0/Taw0hA2a_UI/AAAAAAAAD-Q/jaQQiaPB0Wg/s800/P4160360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596906178683272514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0EvqnttDm8w/Taw0gqWRe0I/AAAAAAAAD-I/WvFITLkyGRA/s1600/P4160361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0EvqnttDm8w/Taw0gqWRe0I/AAAAAAAAD-I/WvFITLkyGRA/s800/P4160361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596906172642851650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMAeFcMiBbY/Taw0f6bbhlI/AAAAAAAAD-A/oIV5VF2JUQU/s1600/P4160362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EMAeFcMiBbY/Taw0f6bbhlI/AAAAAAAAD-A/oIV5VF2JUQU/s800/P4160362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596906159779579474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TADAH! And HH's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-3711622185022851209?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/3711622185022851209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/04/chinatown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/3711622185022851209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/3711622185022851209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/04/chinatown.html' title='CHINATOWN!'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cdjtn8wZBNo/Taw2yL1PRjI/AAAAAAAAD_g/wTyLipgh0cc/s72-c/P4160343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-8076441411036721598</id><published>2011-04-16T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:56:58.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY DAY!</title><content type='html'>YTD WAS MADNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sadly for you guys, I cant find my card reader! So no photos :( I'll find it soon though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Ytd went to meet HH ML JY for "lunch" (AT 2.30 WTF! But more on that later because I reached at dk what time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah I went to CCK first because I checked the website and there's shuttle service. The shuttle bus was supposed to come at 2.15 but I waited from 2 to 2.30 and THERE WAS NO SIGN OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLOODY SHIT CAN. Then anyway, TOOK CAB. Cab driver didnt know how to go! Used GPS. GPS lousy shit! Somehow ended up at Boonlay. Then he wanted to drop me off there to get another cab and he would waive the cab fare. But anyway, somehow he found his way to the AYE and we ended up at Clementi, then FINALLY! I SAW THE BRIGHT BLUE BUILDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was super nice and he said that I didnt have to pay but just gave him 10 bucks anyway. Petrol = money! Apparently he started working for two weeks only and he drives around the Tampines area most of the time so yepps. FORGIVEN. At least he apologised unlike that bastardy smurf! Which I will elaborate on about later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I reached Ikea at like 3pm? AND HH WASNT EVEN THERE YET! She reached at 4 in the end. But anyway, after that HH and I went to CHINATOWN! Quite surprising. Got some nice stuff there. AND WE FOUND A LOT OF STUFF WHICH CAN BE FOUND FROM BLOGSHOPS. Got Topshop inspired stuff somemore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then HH and I (WE CALLED OURSELVES MAP PRODIGIES. Can totally go Amazing Race lor!) took a picture of the Chinatown map (at the MRT) and we got to Food Street and Ahn Siang Hill. Oakham Market! Didnt get anything :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went Orchard after that. CINE. YES. SMURF GUY. STUPID GUY IN SMURF-BLUE SHIRT. WITH HIS SLUTTY GIRLFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going down the escalator and he was standing right in front of us. And just as we were about to step off the escalator HE DROPPED HIS DRINK. And since I was right behind him I STEPPED INTO THE PUDDLE OF ICED LEMON TEA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he looked back and gave me the "Oh. Your entire foot's wet. I didnt do anything. Im not going to apologise" qianbian ttm face. LIKE, WTF?! Anyway Im going to throw my shoes away. SHALL GET NEW SHOES. HMPH. Cant even wash them! And it was freaking sticky! Anyway after that we got out of Cine and we saw some street performance thingy and SMURF GUY WAS THERE. ASSHOLE ASSHOLE ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY SO THICK SKINNED?! I EXPECTED HIM TO BE LIKE, REFLECTING. HAVING A HEART TO HEART TALK WITH THE SLUT ABOUT WHAT JUST HAPPENED. BUT NO! HE WAS ENJOYING A PERFORMANCE. ENJOYING. A. PERFORMANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to make up for the lack of photos, I shall present to you... A picture of me acting demure HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2oEruLF6Rg/TaqHx2Ka8FI/AAAAAAAAD9w/4esF7jJ5vp0/s1600/IMG000008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2oEruLF6Rg/TaqHx2Ka8FI/AAAAAAAAD9w/4esF7jJ5vp0/s800/IMG000008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596434777383825490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lMbtmqn7L4/TaqHyTzTp9I/AAAAAAAAD94/cMDw1Tzpggw/s1600/IMG000010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1lMbtmqn7L4/TaqHyTzTp9I/AAAAAAAAD94/cMDw1Tzpggw/s800/IMG000010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596434785339942866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balancing out the pukefest-ness with a fishface!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my demure look not bad leh. Can do this in class from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL Imagine me looking like THAT in class. So creepy. "Oh yes, derivatives are awesome. I totally agree with you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And jialat. My face so round. Must start photoshopping V-line already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND RANDOM CONVO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mum and bro watching Chinese game show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro : Aiya the answer is blablabla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum : OMG YOU UNDERSTAND CHINESE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHA. Evil parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-8076441411036721598?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/8076441411036721598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/04/crazy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8076441411036721598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8076441411036721598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/04/crazy-day.html' title='CRAZY DAY!'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2oEruLF6Rg/TaqHx2Ka8FI/AAAAAAAAD9w/4esF7jJ5vp0/s72-c/IMG000008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-6044743910448087977</id><published>2011-04-11T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T06:43:28.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><content type='html'>HELP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAIR IS DYING :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk why either! I think my hair's weird. AND IM NOT TALKING ABOUT THE HAIRCUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn annoying lah. I mean it's bad enough to get a horrible haircut but when there's people making a fuss about it I just want to punch them. Violent tendencies. But honestly, I feel like killing them. They're just so irritating and annoying. BAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what Im talking about is that it's like the freaking Sahara desert. I put on conditioner every day, wash it off, then put leave-on conditioner when my hair is still wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND BAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LN_Zwt5WYws/TaMDBv0umWI/AAAAAAAAD9g/UgdDYh1Sr_E/s1600/P3310205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LN_Zwt5WYws/TaMDBv0umWI/AAAAAAAAD9g/UgdDYh1Sr_E/s800/P3310205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594318490676664674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damaged hair. And that white fleck there isnt dandruff. It's a split end :(&lt;br /&gt;I snipped it off anyway! Have been hunting for more of those for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero! :) BUT STILL HAVE VERY DAMAGED HAIR :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4gkeYbcu78/TaMDBzKnEOI/AAAAAAAAD9o/QoS6qF3ZrT0/s1600/P3310206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N4gkeYbcu78/TaMDBzKnEOI/AAAAAAAAD9o/QoS6qF3ZrT0/s800/P3310206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594318491573752034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I found this strand which resembles a lightning bolt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TO DO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the conditioners I use are definitely not obiang! Plus I just had hair treatment a few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-6044743910448087977?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/6044743910448087977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/6044743910448087977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/6044743910448087977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LN_Zwt5WYws/TaMDBv0umWI/AAAAAAAAD9g/UgdDYh1Sr_E/s72-c/P3310205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-5511031494348993677</id><published>2011-04-08T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T06:56:04.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped!</title><content type='html'>LOL My parents are like trapped in their room now because their door knob just died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-KYUeHoXGY/TZ8SSg-9FHI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/5_FOs8fu3k0/s1600/P4080251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-KYUeHoXGY/TZ8SSg-9FHI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/5_FOs8fu3k0/s800/P4080251.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593209371518375026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in a desperate attempt to save their lives, my dad removed the entire door knob LOL. And he's still trying to fix it. And all my brother and I can do is uhm...nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered to help though! I offered my slim fingers HAHAHA. So byl. But yeah thats what I did and my dad didnt reply me. BOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the door knob has been a little weird for the past few weeks. Like sometimes when I try to open the door I'll twist the knob then kick the door open. HEHE :) WORKS EVERY TIME. But I didnt have a chance to try it just now because when I got to the CRIME SCENE the doorknob was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IDK HOW MY DAD REMOVED THE DOOR KNOB. Because it's like he's in his room and there isnt a toolbox inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay nevermind I just realised that he probably called my brother to do it from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAY! Busy busy busy day tmr. Got to wake up at 8-ish. Going to W's POP during the afternoon. Walao they say must wear stuff that are below your knees or something which means I'll wear jeans BUT IT'S GOING TO BE SO FREAKIN HOT! But I shall tahan! I SHALL TAHAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I got a haircut. Sucks. HAHA. BUT I BELIEVE MY HAIR WILL GROW AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT! Looks like bangs now. I shall attempt to pass it off as bangs tmr! Some auntie cut my hair for me lah. Haiya. But anyway I dont dare to complain to the hairdressers like "Uhhh it looks a little weird/ugly/IT'S TOTALLY FUGLY" because Im afraid they'll just get mad and stab me with the scissors/create bald patches (or both!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-5511031494348993677?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/5511031494348993677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/04/trapped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/5511031494348993677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/5511031494348993677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/04/trapped.html' title='Trapped!'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-KYUeHoXGY/TZ8SSg-9FHI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/5_FOs8fu3k0/s72-c/P4080251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-4173218144160946527</id><published>2011-04-07T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T04:27:59.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Got back paper today so I wanted to scare my dad a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I smsed him : I got 5* for Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I didnt receive a reply for a MILLION YEARS! Then I was like "Shit. What if he got a heart attack then it's all my fault?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a million years....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that good or bad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinking "Walao why he never panic one?!", smsed back : Ming zhi gu wen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : Upon how much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : HAIYA UPON 60 LAH. WHY YOU NOT SHOCKED ONE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him : Because I am your father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL WTS. Anyway I just found out why he took so long to reply! Because he usually replies quite fast. MY MUM TOLD ME THAT HE WAS FREAKING OUT HAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh Rachel got 5* only!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Upon how much?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should be upon 100!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didnt know my father will act cool in front of me! HAHA I keep thinking of "Because I am your father"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IM HAVING RASHES! :( Stupid hot weather! When I grow up, I want to move to some other country, probably New York or something and live there for a couple of years. I think it'll be fun. Anyway, since we only live once, I dont want to be stuck in Singapore forever. I'll still come back and work and die in Singapore though. HOMEEEE &amp;lt;3 (Super patriotic HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yah I want to experience life out of Singapore too :) And I want to wear pretty coats during the Winter! HAHA. I sound so stupid but I'LL NEVER GET A CHANCE TO DO SO IN SINGAPORE. I mean, I can lah, but I'll probably die on the streets from heatstroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RASHES UGHH! And the past few days seemed like YEARS. Like I cant believe my birthday was only 5 days ago! It's so weird! AND I WANT MY MUDPIE! Wanted to have it today but then we went to Venezia instead. I SHOULDNT HAVE ORDERED BISCOTTI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I dont really know what Im talking about now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-4173218144160946527?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/4173218144160946527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/04/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4173218144160946527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4173218144160946527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-424900150602809346</id><published>2011-03-29T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T07:09:43.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyeball dissection!</title><content type='html'>Had eyeball dissection today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY. BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be like fun because the eyeball was like squishy and soft. BUT NOOOO!! Removing the connective tissues alone was so horrible (XN AND I DIDNT MANAGE TO SUCCEED) and getting the iris out was SUPER DIFFICULT (didnt manage to do it either!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like wtf we were supposed to get an eyeball after removing all the muscles and shit but IT WAS SO DIFFICULT. It was like super tough and we couldnt cut it and after a million years we only managed to cut some random parts and the eyeball still didnt look like an eyeball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it looked like this :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waYKmpJyk3I/TZHjujp_G-I/AAAAAAAAD9Q/l7YqT6TcZLk/s1600/P3290196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waYKmpJyk3I/TZHjujp_G-I/AAAAAAAAD9Q/l7YqT6TcZLk/s800/P3290196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589499001528327138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, the eye kinda looks like Yoda's. IDK LAH, it reminds me of Yoda anyway. And no, I have not watched Star Wars. Am planning to do so because I'll feel dumb not watching it. Like since it's so famous although it's apparently boring and geeky. BUT I SHALL NOT WASTE MY LIFE AWAY. I SHALL WATCH IT SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to the point. That picture was taken right before we started dissecting. WHICH MEANS, NOTHING HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont even look like eyeball right?! And Idk why but StephY brought like a million eyeballs to school so we just koped from her. OKAY BACK TO THE POINT. So yeah, when we tried to get the iris out, OR IS IT THE CORNEA? Okay whatever, when we tried to get the part of the eyeball out, the black pigmentation started OOZING out. And it was like never ending, after we washed it and "drained" it, we tried dissecting again but MORE came out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the end JL was like telling us to throw away the eyeballs because time was up. Then XN and I frantically tried to saw the eyeball into half LOL. Damn wasted if we dont torture it okay! Will never get a chance again. MUST GRAB THE OPPORTUNITY. Anyway we were armed with scalpels and scissors and both of us were attacking the eyeball at the same time. And it's SOFT and it looked like it was about to explode but IT DIDNT. Super annoying! Like we stabbed it with the scalpel too and the scalpel was FREAKIN sharp but IT DIDNT POP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Killjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waYKmpJyk3I/TZHjujp_G-I/AAAAAAAAD9Q/l7YqT6TcZLk/s1600/P3290196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waYKmpJyk3I/TZHjujp_G-I/AAAAAAAAD9Q/l7YqT6TcZLk/s800/P3290196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589499001528327138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's watching you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I almost killed myself revising IH. WHY NO CLUES?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-424900150602809346?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/424900150602809346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/03/eyeball-dissection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/424900150602809346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/424900150602809346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/03/eyeball-dissection.html' title='Eyeball dissection!'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waYKmpJyk3I/TZHjujp_G-I/AAAAAAAAD9Q/l7YqT6TcZLk/s72-c/P3290196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-2322252957178975061</id><published>2011-03-24T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T04:59:23.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid questions</title><content type='html'>Stupid questions by ML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MUST SHARE THEM. Hopefully she'll realize that she asks really stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, non-biodegradable that means not biodegradable?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh, physician is the study Physics one arh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THERE'S STILL MANY MORE! But I cant remember them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and today I was doing some random hand wave thingy. Aiya I dont know what I was doing, and I dont know what I was celebrating. BUT ANYWAY! JL saw me doing it, then he was looking at me, and I was looking back at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JL : I dont know what that little dance was about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone : Her spasm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me : YAH! THEY KEEP SAYING THAT I HAVE SPASMS. Like I keep twitching or something but I dont think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JL : No lah! How can that beautiful dance move be a spasm?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway the point of this is to show you guys that I have beautiful hand movements HAHAHA. AND IM NOT LYING OKAY. He really used the word "beautiful". I AM B-E-A-UTIFUL. HAHA OMG okay Im not, but my hand movements are! I shall start seducing people with my delicate finger motions! Can come in handy next time also, maybe I'll be like some spy then I can trick government officials into divulging state secrets with my hands. LOL. I realized I like to humour myself a lot. Like you guys are probably reading and going "huh, wtf?" but I'm like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-crCBtUKj-L8/TYsxb4NX1PI/AAAAAAAAD9I/X7bv9_hzkEE/s1600/spongebob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 510px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-crCBtUKj-L8/TYsxb4NX1PI/AAAAAAAAD9I/X7bv9_hzkEE/s800/spongebob.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587614117697934578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep tripping nowadays! Like YTD! HAHA so malu! At the xcountry place, tripped in front of so many people. But I didnt fall, just tripped. AND THE BEST PART IS THAT I TRIPPED ON NOTHING. Like Idk why lah, I kicked the floor or something. I DONT KNOW HOW I CAN KICK THE FLOOR WHEN IM WALKING NORMALLY. Maybe my legs are too long HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I keep tripping over my own foot! It happens so frequently! And I can be walking normally and out of a sudden I'll just lose my balance. SOMEONE TELL ME, IS THIS NORMAL?! It's like I'm defying the laws of Physics! HAHA okay Im not, but I dont think Im that clumsy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im just too awesome for gravity. Gravity can't handle me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-2322252957178975061?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/2322252957178975061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/03/stupid-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2322252957178975061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2322252957178975061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/03/stupid-questions.html' title='Stupid questions'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-crCBtUKj-L8/TYsxb4NX1PI/AAAAAAAAD9I/X7bv9_hzkEE/s72-c/spongebob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-6027110063068278598</id><published>2011-03-23T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T02:33:54.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Xcountry</title><content type='html'>LOA today! Okay I actually rather go to school. I SHOULD HAVE CANCELLED LOA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, took this nice photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L3PCpKG4n7U/TYoEUP9qc7I/AAAAAAAAD9A/Z90SDvgWI0E/s1600/P3230146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L3PCpKG4n7U/TYoEUP9qc7I/AAAAAAAAD9A/Z90SDvgWI0E/s800/P3230146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587283033635582898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE RIGHT! HAHA But the bottom right hand corner got shadow! It's ET's head. Ugh. ET, the initials, not the alien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Im done talking about xcountry. Dont really feel like talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in a very very very bad mood now because of a very insensitive remark. Actually I think the person isnt insensitive lor! As in, some people make insensitive remarks unknowingly, but I think the person does it on purpose lor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay lets call the person X. Because I dont want to keep typing "the person" "the person". Very mafan. And I know I dont sound upset now but I AM. VERY. Okay fine I cried. BUT only for like a few minutes. Then I kept cursing after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY BACK TO THE POINT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I just realised my title very misleading, HAHA I hardly blogged about xcountry. OKAY WAIT, BACK TO THE POINT. I keep sidetracking.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's like X finds a chance to rub it in EVERY SINGLE CHANCE X GETS! It's about the same issue. And when X did it again recently, I just let it pass because I decided to give X the benefit of doubt that X really is a moronic insensitive fuckhead. It's like the first time X did it, I kept quiet because I OBVIOUSLY didnt want to talk about it. BUT X KEPT DOING IT AGAIN AND AGAIN. And each time our mutual friend would change the topic, WHICH MADE IT EVEN MORE OBVIOUS THAT I DIDNT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, Im not sure how I'll handle it when X does it again next time. Because the three of us are apparently close -puke- so I dont want to make everything awkward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I'm scared that Im just being sensitive and Im over reacting. That's what people will tell me! "Aiya you think too much lah, X is not like that" But Im not going to discuss this with anyone else! If only you guys saw what X did to me, the world would be a happier place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And only one person would understand what Im talking about but we're not on speaking terms anymore :( Sucks. And it's even weirder if you randomly start talking to someone whom you've stopped talking to for more than a year. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No number of frownies can express how I feel now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised. When I was younger, I had best friends whom I could do anything with, and share anything with. But as you get older, it's just a bunch of close friends, and you cant really depend on anyone. It's like, why do some people get more and more scheming as you get closer to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you start telling them stuff and they'll start using it against you. But I didnt tell X anything. X's just too smart :( I shall go sleep my pain away. HAHA Omg so act emo, "sleep my pain away".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SHALL GO SLEEP. Doctor said I have been lacking sleep. Seriously okay! Because I fell sick in Dec, in Jan, in Feb, and in March. I hope I dont fall sick in April!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, when I saw him in March, he said Im lacking sleep thats why I keep falling sick :) (See how I end the post on a happy note? Im like some freaky master, Im like a optimistic pessimist. Okay lah, idk. Optimistic realist? Not an optimist but not very realistic either! OKAY I DONT KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT KTHXBYE)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-6027110063068278598?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/6027110063068278598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/03/xcountry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/6027110063068278598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/6027110063068278598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/03/xcountry.html' title='Xcountry'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L3PCpKG4n7U/TYoEUP9qc7I/AAAAAAAAD9A/Z90SDvgWI0E/s72-c/P3230146.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-5441562875716434942</id><published>2011-03-15T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T01:49:50.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graces</title><content type='html'>Hellos :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally decided to blog about Graces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH PHOTOS I RIPPED FROM FACEBOOK :) HAHA Eh my photos are privated okay! I know you can go to the album but that's a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCbwYu4Z8lw/TX8gxhDIcLI/AAAAAAAAD84/zEevsRfn3k8/s1600/199403_10150128695629453_701354452_6582714_6043209_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCbwYu4Z8lw/TX8gxhDIcLI/AAAAAAAAD84/zEevsRfn3k8/s800/199403_10150128695629453_701354452_6582714_6043209_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584218098019889330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA I think this photo is funny. I dont know what I was doing!&lt;br /&gt;Like Im smiling and moving my hands around. IM SMILING TO MYSELF, like some psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, the POINT is that ML is looking at my hands with the "WOW THATS AMAZING, HOW DOES SHE DO THAT?!" look! Like I was performing magic trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE OTHER POINT. Minghui's face HAHA. Sorry MH!&lt;br /&gt;But I wasnt the one who took the picture anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uv4-54e12tc/TX8gxE3xWbI/AAAAAAAAD8w/h6pTjGxZOkU/s1600/196880_10150112698728080_541758079_6258502_7687012_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uv4-54e12tc/TX8gxE3xWbI/AAAAAAAAD8w/h6pTjGxZOkU/s800/196880_10150112698728080_541758079_6258502_7687012_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584218090456046002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very blur photo of us on the second night. See lah, insist that we shouldnt use flash!&lt;br /&gt;And I look like a little kid here. Everyone else looks 16 but I look like...12?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fTNaupUvFxg/TX8gwABdqQI/AAAAAAAAD8g/CSawqcYCyzw/s1600/189658_10150123427527760_736627759_6315059_4366331_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fTNaupUvFxg/TX8gwABdqQI/AAAAAAAAD8g/CSawqcYCyzw/s800/189658_10150123427527760_736627759_6315059_4366331_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584218071974652162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a clear one on the first night!&lt;br /&gt;I know the order's screwed. Too lazy to move them around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I very un-photogenic lor! I always look horrible in photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST BE MY FACE SHAPE. Like I have this huge and round face!&lt;br /&gt;My birthday wish this year shall be "V-shaped face"!&lt;br /&gt;Someone buy me the face rolling thing hor! I think Daiso got sell LOL.&lt;br /&gt;But I scared I use until my face deform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tmlnd4Rl-YA/TX8gv6Xo6aI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/d62l_98fS9E/s1600/183510_10150112686228080_541758079_6258359_7279135_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tmlnd4Rl-YA/TX8gv6Xo6aI/AAAAAAAAD8Y/d62l_98fS9E/s800/183510_10150112686228080_541758079_6258359_7279135_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584218070457051554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROOMIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY HAIR'S FALLING OUT! :( Not in chunks, that's scary. But yeah WHAT TO DO?! SUGGESTIONS PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a new camera :) Ugly compact one. Wanted to get EPL 2 or something, or even 1 because it was so freaking cheap. But then my dad insisted that I get waterproof + freezeproof + shockproof. Got 310. Quite fun, got fisheye and pinhole and SUPERMACRO! HAHA I think of supermario whenever I think of supermacro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WATERPROOF FOR WHAT LAH?! I also cannot swim! But anyway the guy gave me lots of free stuff :) Snatched it during the hourly promotion thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got two 8GB memory cards, a 16GB memory card, card reader, mini tripod stand, some floatation thing so that my camera wont sink into the sea if i drop it since my camera's only 3m waterproof, cleaning kit which i wont use, and three batteries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL FOR FREE. YES. I think YH recently bought an 8GB memory card for 55 dollars or something. AND I GOT LIKE, 32GB WORTH OF MEMORY FREE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very happy, plus they sold us at discounted price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 310's quite ugly on the outside. Chose white. It's the UNugliest colour. I just realised I digressed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yepps! SHALL END THE POST HERE. And regarding the hair issue, dont tell me to go Beijing 101 or Yun Nam or I'll rip your head off. (BTW Beijing 101 works! My uncle went for it HAHA and his hair damn black now + super thick. But my hair loss is not so severe, I just think that Im losing more hair than I usually do on a daily basis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-5441562875716434942?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/5441562875716434942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/03/graces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/5441562875716434942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/5441562875716434942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/03/graces.html' title='Graces'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bCbwYu4Z8lw/TX8gxhDIcLI/AAAAAAAAD84/zEevsRfn3k8/s72-c/199403_10150128695629453_701354452_6582714_6043209_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-3019511714703052081</id><published>2011-03-12T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T07:16:32.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner</title><content type='html'>Went out to celebrate my grandmother's bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shitty restaurant, but anyway as we were leaving, we saw fireworks! Not in the restaurant lah, from the nearby resorts world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LkRLyc4k4s/TXuMTNtt5yI/AAAAAAAAD8I/G_8oXsoZO_0/s1600/P1030696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LkRLyc4k4s/TXuMTNtt5yI/AAAAAAAAD8I/G_8oXsoZO_0/s800/P1030696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583210424782677794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this just looks like a freaky explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sEi_Mqpp2bA/TXuMSzK0NuI/AAAAAAAAD8A/-FdAyaSFw54/s1600/P1030695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sEi_Mqpp2bA/TXuMSzK0NuI/AAAAAAAAD8A/-FdAyaSFw54/s800/P1030695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583210417656968930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADAH! By the time I set my camera to fireworks mode the fireworks were ending already.&lt;br /&gt;Kns. But then Im getting new camera tmr :)&lt;br /&gt;Shitty dumb compact one.&lt;br /&gt;Dad believes that I should not have an SLR because Im too dumb for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA nah he just said he can give me his. BUT HIS SO FREAKING HEAVY. And big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, Im getting Olympus so me shall not complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think it's quite ugly lor. As in it's sleek and compact so it's ugly. I like those biggish and fat ones which look ugly and are vintagey but I call them nice looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum up, I think nice looking, compact cameras are ugly and big, fat, ugly cameras are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0v3s25HCtzM/TXuMSZWCJ_I/AAAAAAAAD74/fzgd18ldc1I/s1600/P1030694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0v3s25HCtzM/TXuMSZWCJ_I/AAAAAAAAD74/fzgd18ldc1I/s800/P1030694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583210410724698098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end of with a photo of YH and I! I think I look a little weird here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sfL9ctxWxvQ/TXuMSOcWjKI/AAAAAAAAD7w/qujyHiRTjSI/s1600/P1030691.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V0nyYJZBWZs/TXuMTgHoU_I/AAAAAAAAD8Q/DZBmVEx8SD0/s1600/P1030699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V0nyYJZBWZs/TXuMTgHoU_I/AAAAAAAAD8Q/DZBmVEx8SD0/s800/P1030699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583210429723202546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going IT fair tmr! HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-3019511714703052081?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/3019511714703052081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/03/dinner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/3019511714703052081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/3019511714703052081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/03/dinner.html' title='Dinner'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8LkRLyc4k4s/TXuMTNtt5yI/AAAAAAAAD8I/G_8oXsoZO_0/s72-c/P1030696.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-5174413619622299710</id><published>2011-03-08T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T06:00:30.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp</title><content type='html'>Graces seems like the MOST boring camp ever. I think it's pretty useless too. Like teaching you how to put on makeup. There's this thing called Youtube and this person called MichellePhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And walking in heels. How do you even teach a person to walk in heels? "Stand straight, dont be afraid to fall, dont hunch your back"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?! Cant the person just PRACTICE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the games are... the most energy-consuming game requires us to hit a balloon into the air as many times as possible without letting it touch the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im only looking forward to FOOD. Which may probably suck. Most probably will suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY LUGGAGE IS HALF EMPTY! I'll probably have the biggest bag there although it's quite small!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-5174413619622299710?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/5174413619622299710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/03/camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/5174413619622299710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/5174413619622299710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/03/camp.html' title='Camp'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-1633038424266471168</id><published>2011-03-05T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T04:12:09.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HIMYM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RO3qtH3hU4/TXIngg_hTbI/AAAAAAAAD7o/3umID-RlH54/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RO3qtH3hU4/TXIngg_hTbI/AAAAAAAAD7o/3umID-RlH54/s1600/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580566327831121330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a really bad day. This makes me feel better. My entire day's wasted because someone HAD to work. And then I got called "unreasonable" and inconsiderate. Rightt... Told me you wanted to bring me out, so I cancelled on my friends last minute, and I ended up watching you work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Im really inconsiderate and unreasonable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-1633038424266471168?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/1633038424266471168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/03/himym.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1633038424266471168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1633038424266471168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/03/himym.html' title='HIMYM'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_RO3qtH3hU4/TXIngg_hTbI/AAAAAAAAD7o/3umID-RlH54/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-6483549262522607717</id><published>2011-02-28T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T05:49:11.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eww</title><content type='html'>Was flipping through Bio TB when I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDkyFMmbki0/TWunLpde6aI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/f03WzPEtkI0/s1600/P1030527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDkyFMmbki0/TWunLpde6aI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/f03WzPEtkI0/s800/P1030527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578736381978405282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF! Why do they want to describe it as CREAMY? Whenever I think of CREAMY I'll think of cakes, cupcakes and nice food. BUT NOW, I'LL ONLY THINK OF THE BRAIN. Which looks like mouldy popcorn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-6483549262522607717?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/6483549262522607717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/eww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/6483549262522607717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/6483549262522607717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/eww.html' title='Eww'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDkyFMmbki0/TWunLpde6aI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/f03WzPEtkI0/s72-c/P1030527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-6291306822079389060</id><published>2011-02-27T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T06:12:43.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PS-Js3mJdFI/TWpXNoJjmfI/AAAAAAAAD7I/nRhwwI5aYOc/s1600/P1030492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PS-Js3mJdFI/TWpXNoJjmfI/AAAAAAAAD7I/nRhwwI5aYOc/s800/P1030492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578366980079196658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only like the beef. Dont like the chicken and the salmon :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQzsyoTn_vM/TWpXNfgLTPI/AAAAAAAAD7A/P8b06-t9li8/s1600/P1030493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JQzsyoTn_vM/TWpXNfgLTPI/AAAAAAAAD7A/P8b06-t9li8/s800/P1030493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578366977758153970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7-hcoFHWj6o/TWpXM22I4YI/AAAAAAAAD64/sVAwV2iBdNE/s1600/P1030494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7-hcoFHWj6o/TWpXM22I4YI/AAAAAAAAD64/sVAwV2iBdNE/s800/P1030494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578366966844416386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucks! Dont get it. Btw it's from Superdog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZ-vc8_bhhU/TWpWxQUY4AI/AAAAAAAAD6w/hK9pI0APHJg/s1600/P1030502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iZ-vc8_bhhU/TWpWxQUY4AI/AAAAAAAAD6w/hK9pI0APHJg/s800/P1030502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578366492645842946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4pUwQgXK7Pk/TWpWxFPoKdI/AAAAAAAAD6o/fReSdukYpNk/s1600/P1030504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4pUwQgXK7Pk/TWpWxFPoKdI/AAAAAAAAD6o/fReSdukYpNk/s800/P1030504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578366489673083346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I dont really like Best Fries Forever :(&lt;br /&gt;Was quite excited about trying it but meh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CBw-uCMnYqw/TWpWw_tPYZI/AAAAAAAAD6g/ruKwgKUsDWc/s1600/P1030514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CBw-uCMnYqw/TWpWw_tPYZI/AAAAAAAAD6g/ruKwgKUsDWc/s800/P1030514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578366488186675602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA see all of them! So feng gong shou fa all standing on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tmoCNsLM13g/TWpWwYigZLI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/5R2O185cbss/s1600/P1030515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tmoCNsLM13g/TWpWwYigZLI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/5R2O185cbss/s800/P1030515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578366477672670386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belgian Chocolate Chip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMbY1oZ7X64/TWpWwOq4H-I/AAAAAAAAD6Q/Ok5Kgc3hspc/s1600/P1030516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iMbY1oZ7X64/TWpWwOq4H-I/AAAAAAAAD6Q/Ok5Kgc3hspc/s800/P1030516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578366475023425506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA look how excited W is! Yepps I got my own cone because Im saliva conscious :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA no lah! Not that extreme. I was having sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I took this photo with flash and their reactions were DAMNN epic HAHA. All of them looked up at the same time with the "huh what's going on?" face. ESP MY DAD HAHA. Should have put the multishot or whatever thingy then can capture their reactions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised the photo very fail, focus on my mum's hand only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that every morning I step into class, there'll be a cup of hot coffee on my table. I SHALL BRING GREENTEA TO SCHOOL TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-6291306822079389060?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/6291306822079389060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/6291306822079389060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/6291306822079389060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PS-Js3mJdFI/TWpXNoJjmfI/AAAAAAAAD7I/nRhwwI5aYOc/s72-c/P1030492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-5071828331955690197</id><published>2011-02-20T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T06:07:18.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Some random photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sukiyaki just now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hCcq0Xbfass/TWEbmmkYHSI/AAAAAAAAD6A/Uw1xc616CZE/s1600/P1030424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hCcq0Xbfass/TWEbmmkYHSI/AAAAAAAAD6A/Uw1xc616CZE/s800/P1030424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575768163663486242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcpP54PfH-c/TWEbnBGNzqI/AAAAAAAAD6I/55iAnpZ-uVo/s1600/P1030425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VcpP54PfH-c/TWEbnBGNzqI/AAAAAAAAD6I/55iAnpZ-uVo/s800/P1030425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575768170784738978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n6SteQsANNM/TWEbmRK2d5I/AAAAAAAAD54/MtRHSILDYAw/s1600/P1030382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n6SteQsANNM/TWEbmRK2d5I/AAAAAAAAD54/MtRHSILDYAw/s800/P1030382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575768157919278994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA I bought it from NTUC! Favourite when I was a child, I would eat it layer by layer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5rdGvlDXwm0/TWEblqaAuzI/AAAAAAAAD5o/2Wy9ccdBhWg/s1600/P1030379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5rdGvlDXwm0/TWEblqaAuzI/AAAAAAAAD5o/2Wy9ccdBhWg/s800/P1030379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575768147513883442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I feel like I know you so well. And you understand me. You're like my best friend. I hope we will be friends forever! You mean so much to me! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha just kidding, you're just a turtle to me&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph is evil. I hope you gamble all your money away during CNY next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oKwFvkj72iY/TWEbmPh8BRI/AAAAAAAAD5w/hiFWhW4LFK0/s1600/P1030380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oKwFvkj72iY/TWEbmPh8BRI/AAAAAAAAD5w/hiFWhW4LFK0/s800/P1030380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575768157479240978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of Barney Stinson. (BUNNY STINSON, GET IT? HAHA. Fine, Im just amusing myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I havent gao dim my graces dress yet. Kns I think both dresses will get rejected because too short :( Okay maybe my dress for second night will not be rejected but then I dont feel like wearing it because it's quite short and Im scared I'll zaogeng on the stage then the people below will have free show. HAHA. Plus the teachers said there will be males sitting at the front sooo yeahhhh. Sekali the FEP perv is there HAHAHA! I'll throw my shoe at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont really like my heels :(&lt;br /&gt;I dont like graces at all (even though it hasnt started)&lt;br /&gt;So mafan, make us buy this buy that, think we very free go and find clothes arh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway Im actually quite free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of being free, I AM NOT FREE TMR :( I wanted to rush home and watch shows! BUT I HAVE TO GO FOR REMEDIAL :( My IH's deproving like mad. Okay my IH has always sucked, BT said if we get below a total of 9 for the two assignments, we'll have to go. Each assignment's worth 7 marks. I got 2 marks for my first assignment and it's impossible for me to get 7/7 for the second one(for me anyway, if I get full marks I treat everyone to kopi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by kopi I mean the 60cents per cup one, not Starbucks HAHA! (And I actually prefer the 60cents coffee to Starbucks, Idk I think it's nicer, and traditional-er. But Im like some ahma when it comes to food, I rather buy food from old old vendors who have tons of experience than go to uhh Idk, Macs? I dont like fastfood. I think it's un-nice and ridiculously priced. Like a 3 dollar plus bowl of noodles is so much nicer and it's filling :) Call me stingy but that's that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-5071828331955690197?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/5071828331955690197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/update_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/5071828331955690197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/5071828331955690197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/update_20.html' title='Update'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hCcq0Xbfass/TWEbmmkYHSI/AAAAAAAAD6A/Uw1xc616CZE/s72-c/P1030424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-1893963185360061235</id><published>2011-02-14T00:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T01:02:24.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Toilet Paper</title><content type='html'>I have an injured neck now thanks to LL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a REALLY REALLY stupid incident. LL, ML and I were at the toilet. MH too but she's not an important character (HAHA sorry MH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I was in a cubicle at that time already and I could hear them talking outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ML: EEYER you go toilet never take toilet paper one! (Our school's tp is placed strategically outside the cubicles so that everyone in the toilet will know which business you have to attend to by the amount of TP you take)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: Aiya the cubicle have lah! (Think she went into the cubicle by then) Which cubicle are you in? I throw to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nothing happens after a few seconds and no one mentions TP again-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And SUDDENLY, I felt like my neck was going to break. LL. IS. BEYOND. STUPID. I know a roll of toilet paper seems light, but (geek mode: on) because of acceleration due to gravity, the impact was just so great I FELT LIKE RIPPING LL'S HEAD OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a random note, I think that Shakespeare's super sadistic. Like Juliet pretends to die, Romeo dies, Juliet dies. And he makes Juliet say stuff like "happy dagger" when the she's about to kill herself. I mean killing herself to join Romeo in the uhh...wherever may be a happy thing. But in reality it's just sad. It shows that you have nothing else to live for and that's just pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Im not a romantic anyway so yepps. AND I JUST REALISED THAT THIS TOTALLY SUITS THE VDAY THEME. In a not-so-good way though but it's still on romance :) And it was really just a random thought, not like "TODAY IS VDAY. I MUST THINK OF SOMETHING TO DO WITH ETERNAL LOVE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah. Eternal love really rubbish lor, 50 years isnt eternal, it's just a long time. But if you're stuck with the same person for 1000 years you probably dont even want to see the person anymore. Familiarity breeds contempt. And Im a pessimist. I used to think I was optimistic. But then I became a realist. And suddenly Im a pessimist. I think it has its own benefits too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY SHALL STOP MY RUBBISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LL, I will haunt you in your dreams. Shall buy you 16 rolls of TP for your bday this year. And you can be the target in a new game I would like to call "TP bomb" (It's similar to waterbomb just that Rachel has all the tp now and she'll be standing on the third floor while you'll be on the ground floor so that the acceleration due to gravity will be awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I know that g doesnt change but the time taken will be longer so the speed will increase :) only smart people will be able to understand Rachel's theory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-1893963185360061235?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/1893963185360061235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/power-of-toilet-paper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1893963185360061235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1893963185360061235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/power-of-toilet-paper.html' title='The Power of Toilet Paper'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-3673976307973024545</id><published>2011-02-12T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T06:53:36.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on pervert + random photos</title><content type='html'>I just heard from someone else that SHE SAW THE PERVERT AT FEP TOO! Not today though, like BEFORE CNY. Well Im quite sure that it's the same person because same tactic + same place + Chinese national. Anyway, she said that she saw him pretend to trip (sounds familiar huh?) and he bumped into a girl. And after that he didnt leave. (AND I LOVE HER FOR WHAT SHE DID NEXT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went up to the girl (who got bumped into) and told her that the guy faked the trip. Then she shouted at the guy to get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently he's too fucked up and he still insists on falling into random girls in FEP. Sooo fucking despicable! Okay sorry am very angry at myself now for not telling him off. And I think even if I made a police report now there's nothing they can do about it. So yepps, EVERYONE BE CAREFUL WHEN YOU GO TO FEP! I suppose he'll still be there until serious action is taken against him. And since he has been there for a long time I think he'll be more brave and yeahhh I dont know what will happen to his next victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY! Random pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hbhDlqaEdqQ/TVaZV7wh5JI/AAAAAAAAD5A/wNGwPr24_oU/s1600/P1030226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hbhDlqaEdqQ/TVaZV7wh5JI/AAAAAAAAD5A/wNGwPr24_oU/s800/P1030226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572810191015109778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay whatever it doesnt look as nice in the picture, but this is Terminal 2. Took this when we sent William off. HAHA damn suay third day of CNY then fly off for training already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M80WVpOyRf0/TVaZVnTIOWI/AAAAAAAAD44/6kbNnjXV7k4/s1600/P1030217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M80WVpOyRf0/TVaZVnTIOWI/AAAAAAAAD44/6kbNnjXV7k4/s800/P1030217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572810185523083618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate BK there! They gave out free tiny drumlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AapNv6zzCpw/TVaZVAYLD4I/AAAAAAAAD4w/IeAUWNydtX0/s1600/P1030216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AapNv6zzCpw/TVaZVAYLD4I/AAAAAAAAD4w/IeAUWNydtX0/s800/P1030216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572810175075258242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERSHEY SUNDAE PIEEE&lt;br /&gt;I dont find it too sweet though, many people keep complaining that it is&lt;br /&gt;But my coke tasted bitter after the sundae pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xzEcxWyqCz0/TVaX8-3ZVoI/AAAAAAAAD4o/k8XN3lRrNU4/s1600/P1030215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xzEcxWyqCz0/TVaX8-3ZVoI/AAAAAAAAD4o/k8XN3lRrNU4/s800/P1030215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572808662840858242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NAILS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WISH. They're Yihui's! Damn nice it's called black shatter or something&lt;br /&gt;Heard they use some weird technology thingy, but it's ex-ish!&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you add extensions then you can pay like 200 plus for the manicure already lor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4s6o-ofNnQ/TVaX8eYbsrI/AAAAAAAAD4g/2KmfKWgP1ko/s1600/P1030208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x4s6o-ofNnQ/TVaX8eYbsrI/AAAAAAAAD4g/2KmfKWgP1ko/s800/P1030208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572808654121054898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ahma's homemade waterchestnut chips! SUPER NICE&lt;br /&gt;I finished half a container in a day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wmsB15cuUMI/TVaX8LgY8uI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/Kj8msTxqyUc/s1600/P1030198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wmsB15cuUMI/TVaX8LgY8uI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/Kj8msTxqyUc/s800/P1030198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572808649054155490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yihui's totally un-fake and un-temporary Chanel tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzdK1E5iUEU/TVaX70r25mI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/3LOUMi9aJV8/s1600/P1030191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lzdK1E5iUEU/TVaX70r25mI/AAAAAAAAD4Q/3LOUMi9aJV8/s800/P1030191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572808642928240226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random. Sharmain's. I thought it looked nice.&lt;br /&gt;Nice texture, kinda spongey and it has a nice subtle shimmer to it :)&lt;br /&gt;Cant really tell in this pic though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS PICTURE DOES NOT DO IT JUSTICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmosHbRjpQ4/TVaX7aUSPXI/AAAAAAAAD4I/Hzb_0BRbWJ4/s1600/P1030175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PmosHbRjpQ4/TVaX7aUSPXI/AAAAAAAAD4I/Hzb_0BRbWJ4/s800/P1030175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572808635850046834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Frank lipsmacker YH got for me :)&lt;br /&gt;From uh...idk, Australia?&lt;br /&gt;But she got it for me because HAHA I've been using OLDDD lipbalm&lt;br /&gt;Like I bought some 7 flavoured pack from Aus like freaking long ago, about 3 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;But got unique flavours lah! Cannot find in Spore one&lt;br /&gt;Even if can find also very ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway yeah she insists that I'm putting expired stuff on my lips but nope I think they work quite well. I had one REALLY expired one. Like it was crumbling apart. Super gross, but I didnt use it lah, I opened it after like 5 years and then I was like "Ewww...-throw-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GIzQBp0hvM/TVaZWGSWM3I/AAAAAAAAD5I/hKS3wK-H-NE/s1600/P1030234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3GIzQBp0hvM/TVaZWGSWM3I/AAAAAAAAD5I/hKS3wK-H-NE/s800/P1030234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572810193841304434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ!&lt;br /&gt;But then I was having flu so I had to play with a box of tissues beside me.&lt;br /&gt;AND I HAD A BIGBIG TAI OKAY! 8 or 9!&lt;br /&gt;But never play with money :(&lt;br /&gt;Or I can be some cai shen ye, throw money around in the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V9eRodadNDk/TVaZWk5q-uI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/Hcy-HlqS9gc/s1600/P1030235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V9eRodadNDk/TVaZWk5q-uI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/Hcy-HlqS9gc/s800/P1030235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572810202059307746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! Was digging through my old stuff when I found this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5RabVcGr38/TVaanP1zJcI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/CI5A6Z0CXDs/s1600/P1030293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5RabVcGr38/TVaanP1zJcI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/CI5A6Z0CXDs/s800/P1030293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572811587975325122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA omg I was a big Mr Midnight fan last time okay! I dont have every single book lah, I read the books at Popular HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Dont see why I should spend so much money when I can finish the book in a rather short time&lt;br /&gt;(YES I WAS AN AVID READER, A KIASU ONE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didnt specially attend his autograph session. It's just that I was at Jurong East MRT (idk why) and I went into Popular and BAM HE WAS THERE. And he was signing books so I made my dad buy me one and I got his autograph here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he signed the book too but I dont know which one + it's probably given away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ilCb2ilPpk/TVaaxGaOFKI/AAAAAAAAD5g/rPf-xZgSTq4/s1600/P1030295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0ilCb2ilPpk/TVaaxGaOFKI/AAAAAAAAD5g/rPf-xZgSTq4/s800/P1030295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572811757242422434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And because it's super old there's disgusting mould on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've just betrayed Rachel from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-3673976307973024545?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/3673976307973024545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/update-on-pervert-random-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/3673976307973024545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/3673976307973024545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/update-on-pervert-random-photos.html' title='Update on pervert + random photos'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hbhDlqaEdqQ/TVaZV7wh5JI/AAAAAAAAD5A/wNGwPr24_oU/s72-c/P1030226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-7643928383941197561</id><published>2011-02-11T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T20:32:06.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Influence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pmsK9-pCths/TVYMxrjxT8I/AAAAAAAAD4A/5ortM6Ragrs/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 560px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pmsK9-pCths/TVYMxrjxT8I/AAAAAAAAD4A/5ortM6Ragrs/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572655636563447746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im such a great exchange buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-7643928383941197561?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/7643928383941197561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/influence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/7643928383941197561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/7643928383941197561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/influence.html' title='Influence'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pmsK9-pCths/TVYMxrjxT8I/AAAAAAAAD4A/5ortM6Ragrs/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-2713488228693339933</id><published>2011-02-11T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T07:27:05.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGRY</title><content type='html'>FUCKING PERVERT AT FEP. Seriously I have never been so scared. Im more of scared than angry now. Usually when people touch me I get angry but that's because they touch and go. This time the guy was fucking perverted and psychotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I was walking out of this shop and he was standing at the entrance, then I kinda brushed past him since he was blocking most of the entrance (I thought he was the shopkeeper and was keeping an eye on us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH BTW I was at FEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah I was walking out of FuncDeke I think, if that's what it's called. Then I was walking towards Talismans that side (I didnt want to go there, just wanted to get to the escalator)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he suddenly appeared beside me and tripped. And his trip was obviously FAKE. Where got people trip will twist their body in a way so that their butt will brush against your hand?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE FUCKER TURNED AROUND AND SMILED AT ME. Thats when I knew he was a pervert. Then after that he continued walking. Then I pulled JY back then I was like "I think there's something wrong with that person"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I purposely walked slower so that we would be further away from him. BUT THEN HE STARTED WALKING SLOWLY TOO. So I was like wtf, and there was a group of people in front of JY and I that time, then he somehow conveniently walked SUPER slowly until he also fell behind the group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I quickly walked faster so that we would be infront of that group of people in case he did anything. Like at least we will have witnesses. THEN YOU KNOW WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE DIDNT EVEN TRY TO COVER IT UP, HE RAN TO CATCH UP. He ran past us, then turned around and waited for us. LIKE FUCK HIM FUCKING CCB KNN SHIT. Sorry super angry. Okay anyway, then JY was damn blur, she was like "you want to see leggings arh?" because I quickly turned into Talismans since it was crowdedish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I didnt really hear her because I was quite panicky by then. Then I was like "SHOULD I CALL MY DAD?" because he was in the same building. So I quickly called him then I was like "There's some pervert following, can you come up now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while my dad was on his way up, the fucker continued pacing outside and he kept looking at me and smiling. Then I was like "Okay lor see you can wait how long outside"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN HE WALKED IN. Like seriously, what will a guy do in Talismans?! So anyway he kept walking near me and kept pacing around and it was fucking obvious he was doing that to scare me because as he was walking he kept staring at me. AND EACH TIME HE STEPPED NEARER TO ME I GOT MORE AND MORE SCARED. And he looked crazy, like I was damn scared if I go "EH FUCKER WHY YOU KEEP FOLLOWING ME?!" then he'll whip out a knife and stab me. ANYWAY, MY DAD FINALLY CAME. I think he took less than 3 minutes but it felt like ten minutes to me. I was like gripping onto my phone and I could feel my hands shaking. ANYWAY, my dad was like "Who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I was like "the checkered shirt guy" (DAMN IT I SHOULD HAVE POINTED!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my dad was like "Did he touch you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He pretended to trip and brushed his butt against my hand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So my dad couldnt really confront him for sexually harassing me or something, whatever lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad gave him his deathstare. HAHA My dad's deathstare is deadlier than mine okay, so you know how horrible it is. Then the guy quickly walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that I got so scared I cried for almost an hour. And I just kept shaking, UNTIL NOW ALSO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY MUM SAID SHE OVERHEARD A FEW GIRLS YTD TALKING ABOUT MAKING A POLICE REPORT ABOUT SOME PERV BUMPING INTO ONE OF THEM. I THINK IT'S THE SAME GUY SO ALL OF YOU BE CAREFUL IF YOU GUYS GO. Really no joke, I regret not shouting at him in public today. That would have embarrassed him and then he probably wont target girls at fep anymore. So I think because of my cowardice some girls are going to be in trouble tmr, hope they will have the guts to shout at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway after that I was like "But I think I looked quite calm then"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then JY was like "PLEASE LOR YOU LOOKED LIKE YOU WERE GOING TO CRY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: YOUR LIPS SO WHITE LIKE SEE GHOST LIKE THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walao, but I got pokerface one lor. :( My blackjack very good one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad says that the guy is PRC. So yeah I cant scold people in Chinese. I think he will just "shen me?" HAHA. And I was panicking already and I think I was slightly incoherent even in English since JY seemed very confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YAH. A LESSON LEARNT. Okay actually not, I feel kinda pukey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-2713488228693339933?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/2713488228693339933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/angry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2713488228693339933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2713488228693339933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/angry.html' title='ANGRY'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-9113682915391874288</id><published>2011-02-10T06:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T06:09:03.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>HEHE very excited about tomorrow! Either going out with JY or Im going to get our stuff alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn happy. Shall post some pictures on Saturday so it doesnt look too wordy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEHHEEHEHEHHEHEHHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHHEHEEEEEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-9113682915391874288?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/9113682915391874288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/update_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/9113682915391874288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/9113682915391874288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/update_10.html' title='Update'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-4522865423166291370</id><published>2011-02-07T00:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T00:15:15.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Figured out I wasnt blogging much so TADAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway have to spend a lot of money on bday presents this week :( Why everyone's bday in Feb?! Going to ML's house on Friday :) It's a sleepover but I wont be staying over, just popping in and out at night and the next morning. And since it's CNY we will be playing blackjack :) Was talking about it with ML just now and we got SUPER excited. Hands super itchy. LOL gambling addicts. But wont it be quite awkward if you win your friends' money? Like I dont really care if it's my family members because I only play it with my mum's side and we're not close so who cares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Chewy Junior's so freaking disgusting. It's not CHEWY. It's SOGGY. Chewy is like GUMMY BEARS. Chewy Junior got the chewy concept wrong. Plus the cream tastes a little sour &gt;:( BEARD PAPA ALL THE WAAAAAY! I usually call it "papa's puffs" and people will be like "Whutttt?" I think papa's puffs sounds nicer than beard papa lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont really have pictures to post because most of the time I was playing blackjack/mj HEHE. So yepps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll still post lah, like Saturday or something. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-4522865423166291370?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/4522865423166291370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/update_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4522865423166291370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/4522865423166291370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/update_07.html' title='Update'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-5439610250150154208</id><published>2011-02-01T23:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T23:39:39.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Super bored now because my Funshion just died and I cant watch my movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, will your contacts fall out if you cry while wearing them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering, because it'll be funny. Im not sadistic okay! It's just funny if you see someone crying hysterically with two lenses stuck on her cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want:&lt;br /&gt;new laptop&lt;br /&gt;new handphone&lt;br /&gt;new camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop's dying. The graphic card's dying. Like ughh toshiba sucks, my aunt has the exact same model and hers is also dying, plus we bought it a month apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handphone's contract is ending! Yippee! If I get a new phone I wont have to keep switching on the bloody toshiba to update my twitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera's currently 6 years old HAHA. It's working fine but I found other cool cameras with cool effects. LIKE THE PINHOLE EFFECT OMGGGGG I LOVE IT LIKE MAD IT LOOKS SO HOLGA-ISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall try to take pictures of reunion dinner later! AND MY DAD'S FREAKING HILARIOUS. HE RECORDS US HAVING REUNION DINNER EVERY SINGLE YEAR. The video will be like almost an hour long and it's just of us eating and someone talking to the camera occasionally. Like doing commentary like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this video of our reunion dinner in 1996 I think? Then I was walking around in the baby walker and I banged into someone's chair because I wanted to see what they were eating. LOL I was such an idiot. Then my parents got a shock but my uncle pushed my walker away with his foot. HEARTLESS. And there's this part where I was jumping on my uncle's tummy. (He was holding me lah) His tummy's bigger now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was damnnnn greedy when I was young lah, like there's this video of my grandmother feeding me porridge. Then I had a mouthful and my grandmother was blowing at the porridge to cool it down. Then I started waving my arms frantically because I felt that she was taking too long. Then my ahma was like (in Hokkien)"Dan lah! (Wait) Tam jiat po(Greedy person)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was this video of William hitting me because I opened his present LOL, I could barely walk then. INCRIMINATING EVIDENCE OF CHILD ABUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye. (I know you guys love my abrupt endings)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-5439610250150154208?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/5439610250150154208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/5439610250150154208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/5439610250150154208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-5084619831773010488</id><published>2011-02-01T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T22:19:30.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheek blubber</title><content type='html'>I want a V-shaped face! Like Im super annoyed at the fact that my fats are all concentrated at my cheeks. LIKE WHY ON EARTH CANT THEY JUST MOVE TO MY TUMMY?! At least I can use the whatever wrap thingy and get rid of it. But it's at my CHEEKS. How can I wrap my cheeks lah?! I'll die from suffocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think if I gain another 5kg my cheeks will be on the verge of exploding, they'll start sagging down due to the weight and you guys can bid farewell to my chin and my neck :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FACE IS SO HUMONGOUS GAHHHHH!!! Must buy the cheek roller thing. It looks painful though, but my cheek blubber will be able to absorb the shock :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel like deleting my fb. Like I dont really use it. I wont delete it though, I just feel like it. There are SOME times when I do use it though, but other than that, meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND MY AUNT SAID IF I GET BETTER, SHE'LL BRING ME TO CHINATOWN AFTER REUNION DINNER! YAYYYYYY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-5084619831773010488?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/5084619831773010488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/cheek-blubber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/5084619831773010488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/5084619831773010488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/cheek-blubber.html' title='Cheek blubber'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-2640090234669655796</id><published>2011-02-01T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T03:52:06.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Herros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I've been neglecting this space. Half day tmr, want to go Arab Street/Kampong Glam/Little India. Anyway I dont really blog nowadays since there's twitter already, like I dont want to blog and tweet the same things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I painted my toenails! But then I suck at painting them and the nail polish got onto my toes. Not like my entire toe lah, that's just stupid. Anyway my dad said that he wants to puke when he sees it and he told me that he'll sponsor me pedi. LOL. The power of Rachel's nail painting skills: makes the misers donate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im having a sore throat!!! Damnnn pain, I think I havent fully recovered from the viral infection. BOO!!! Must drink liang tei later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-2640090234669655796?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/2640090234669655796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2640090234669655796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2640090234669655796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-8115387629115077008</id><published>2011-01-26T06:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T06:20:47.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid fringe</title><content type='html'>My fringe looks more normal now so I shall show you guys! It looked worse ytd. Hated it because it looked like bangs. Huihong was like "OMG YOU GOT BANGS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TUAsrYMeycI/AAAAAAAAD30/SUz7wJFw9bM/s1600/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 448px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TUAsrYMeycI/AAAAAAAAD30/SUz7wJFw9bM/s800/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566498263170730434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im not trying to act cute in the picture, it's just that smiling seems inappropriate since I dont like my fringe + I cant do :( When I do that my mouth just looks straight and practically disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I used to pout like that when I was younger, like when I was unhappy. Mum called it 猪嘴 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Im lazy to continue working on my new template. You can expect it some time this year though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I promised to post more pictures but I dont really have photos to post! No time to go out :( But CHEENA NEW YEAR IS COMING! HAVE NO FEAR FOR THERE WILL BE PICTURES! Unless I forget my camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-8115387629115077008?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/8115387629115077008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/stupid-fringe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8115387629115077008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8115387629115077008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/stupid-fringe.html' title='Stupid fringe'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TUAsrYMeycI/AAAAAAAAD30/SUz7wJFw9bM/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-1710111427450871276</id><published>2011-01-24T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T06:17:27.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed!</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I went to Watsons deciding to get a new mascara because I felt that my current one isnt doing much for me + it's finishing. (It's starting to get super gooey!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I went to the Maybelline section because I have decided to get on board the Maybelline train! So anyway, once I got there I was STUMPED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I was having a headache, I couldnt decide on which one I wanted. I have pretty stubborn lashes so I wanted to get a curling mascara. But after I got there I was like "What if my lashes are curled but they're thin/short, then whats the use?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So blablablablabla (DONT THINK BUYING VERY EASY HOR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was deciding between the four:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pardon the disgustingly pixelated pictures. I obviosuly had to rip them off google. Not so rich can buy all and take photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TT2G-ewdVqI/AAAAAAAAD3s/6NZgy6csBtU/s1600/1556869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 567px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TT2G-ewdVqI/AAAAAAAAD3s/6NZgy6csBtU/s800/1556869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565753122466125474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TT2G-G7Y8KI/AAAAAAAAD3k/la6b8X3EInI/s1600/hypercurl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 536px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TT2G-G7Y8KI/AAAAAAAAD3k/la6b8X3EInI/s800/hypercurl.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565753116069523618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TT2G9zwK_OI/AAAAAAAAD3c/J4rMuwZDZj4/s1600/maybelline_colossal_mascara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 600px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TT2G9zwK_OI/AAAAAAAAD3c/J4rMuwZDZj4/s800/maybelline_colossal_mascara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565753110922198242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TT2G9m245yI/AAAAAAAAD3U/x8m-7UWywlA/s1600/Volum_Express_Turboboost_Mascara_Black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 494px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TT2G9m245yI/AAAAAAAAD3U/x8m-7UWywlA/s800/Volum_Express_Turboboost_Mascara_Black.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565753107460712226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I narrowed it down to Hypercurl and the Colossal. AND FINALLY, I decided to be sensible and go home and read up reviews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEN THERE WERE SO MANY "IT WAS AWESOME" AND "IT SUCKED" FOR EACH OF THEM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end... I decided to get MJ Lash Expander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf. Im on the Shiseido train now. Okay not yet, but soon. But then I kinda like MJ, MJ's base works well for me so Im hoping that the mascara does too. -crosses fingers-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway it's quite cheap. But will still xin tong if you spend your money on some piece of crap. Plus Im not working yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER HAPPY BECAUSE I GAO DIM THE MASCARA ALREADY. BYEBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-1710111427450871276?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/1710111427450871276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/annoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1710111427450871276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/1710111427450871276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed!'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TT2G-ewdVqI/AAAAAAAAD3s/6NZgy6csBtU/s72-c/1556869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-6220638062436025394</id><published>2011-01-20T06:51:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T07:02:53.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phonephone</title><content type='html'>YAYYERS! No need to use the shitty phone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad said it's ready for collection tmr WUAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TThMVxQ-5KI/AAAAAAAAD3M/HAdQByn_8X4/s1600/P1030097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TThMVxQ-5KI/AAAAAAAAD3M/HAdQByn_8X4/s400/P1030097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564281276501779618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But looking at it now, it seems kinda cool. Using old big fat old phones with teeny weeny screens. Got the bo chup feel. And it's vintagey. Cool :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then it sucks. Some of the keys kok kok one, must press very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I suddenly feel like going to Chinatown. SOMEONE GO WITH ME. I think it's because Im watching Budget Barbie now. I dont think the clothes are nice though, but Chinatown..what to expect? I only want to go there to find nice nice food + goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I actually want to go shopping on my own some time. Like sometimes when you shop with your friends you feel embarrassed to make them stop because you want to look at something. And sometimes you guys just dont like the same things so if you go like "EH THIS ONE VERY NICE LEH!" then she'll probably be like "Really meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO YEPPS I WANT TO GO SHOPPING ON MY OWN SOON. BYEBYE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-6220638062436025394?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/6220638062436025394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/phonephone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/6220638062436025394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/6220638062436025394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/phonephone.html' title='Phonephone'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TThMVxQ-5KI/AAAAAAAAD3M/HAdQByn_8X4/s72-c/P1030097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-6432509405509977601</id><published>2011-01-20T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T01:35:39.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D:</title><content type='html'>Have some weird viral infection. Then now I cant balance. Like I cant even walk in a straight line! UGH! And when I was washing my hands, I turned around to get out and just because of that small teeny weeny turn I almost fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUAY LOR! Was planning to go shopping on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Im in the mood to post pictures but my camera isnt with me. And Im quite happy because today at least got people ask me how I am. Last time was total shit can. See me the next day and "YOU PON ARH?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually today when I went to my grandmother's house my grandmother was like "你pontend arh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall work on my image. And I have this weird vitamin B thingy that I need to take. It tastes so horrible! I almost vomited. IT SUCKS. And I have this gingko thing too. Dk what vitamin that is but then I shall go suck on an orange for now. Or a lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I STRONGLY BELIEVE THAT I AM A TEACHER'S PET. Like I think many teachers like me. Except WDD I think, after the time I didnt do her hw and she made me stand, and then I read the wrong paragraph somemore. But anyway, WDD sucks. FLY A KITE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I shall curse subtly from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-6432509405509977601?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/6432509405509977601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/6432509405509977601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/6432509405509977601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/d.html' title='D:'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-2841792636560057239</id><published>2011-01-19T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T03:31:32.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>- Some idiot on the LRT was trying to act cool by not holding onto anything and he almost fell. Twice. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he didnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went JP. Lied to Jieying we were stalking her and she believed LOL. Told her we were very bored, then spotted her and decided to follow her. She super hao pian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I LOVE TORI Q'S CHICKEN SKIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Miss T wants to send me to Nat J D: Going to embarrass myself by clocking 8minutes or something. NOOOOO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Got nailpolish today. UGHHHH Spent a lot of money. Must not hang out with JY anymore. BAD INFLUENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thanks to LHH, Jieying knows what I got her already. SHIT YOU LIM HUIHONG. I WILL NOT UNPRIVATE MY TWITTER FOR YOU. SHIT YOU!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-2841792636560057239?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/2841792636560057239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2841792636560057239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2841792636560057239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-6698167159395461378</id><published>2011-01-17T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T05:00:28.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update : Twitter</title><content type='html'>Okay got people complain that I never give the link LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually hyperlinked "this" but then I realised the colour of my links is the same as that of my text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://twitter.com/_rachelsim&gt;http://twitter.com/_rachelsim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have a very pathetic amount of tweets and followers now, I AM AWESOME AND I CAN DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im mad. But anyway I just started ytd so cannot expect too much :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mac tmr, shall try to update with a pictureful post soon! If all fails I'll use webcam and take a crappy quality picture of me and my &lt;s&gt;awesome&lt;/s&gt; fringe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-6698167159395461378?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/6698167159395461378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/update-twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/6698167159395461378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/6698167159395461378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/update-twitter.html' title='Update : Twitter'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-2186675399083908687</id><published>2011-01-15T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T19:32:17.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>Heyyos. I finally created twitter after I took SUPER SUPER long to realise that underscores are allowed. Sigh, Rachel's such a common name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I havent tweeted yet but &lt;a href=http://twitter.com/_rachelsim&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is my twitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to protect my tweets for obvious reasons. HAHAHA so that you guys will be forced to follow me! Jiaying teach me one LOL. Then I wont look pathetic with 2 followers or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sekali in the end I still only have like 5 followers AHHH! HAHA but nevermind! I shall not be image conscious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-2186675399083908687?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/2186675399083908687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2186675399083908687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/2186675399083908687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-3976078713241945145</id><published>2011-01-15T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T07:38:52.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- My phone died on me. Dont bother texting/calling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Got a top, a dress and two pairs of shorts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Got a haircut. Mum saw me and was like "Did you cut it yourself?!" D: "But at least I can see your other eye now" My fringe looks like bangs now. I look like a kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yepps, I guess I should get twitter so I wont have to blog rubbish like this. Help me think of twitter username! But HAHA my tagboard's gone so... Yeah and I need to work on my new template but I'm procrastinating WHEEEE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-3976078713241945145?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/3976078713241945145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-phone-died-on-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/3976078713241945145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/3976078713241945145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-phone-died-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-9178933777184022134</id><published>2011-01-14T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:49:06.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime I switch on my camera, I get a shock because this is what I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE : It really is quite scary. Up till now, I still get scared sometimes. PREPARE YOURSELVES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TTEKG0wjNgI/AAAAAAAAD3E/5KPlHInwFe8/s1600/P1030029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TTEKG0wjNgI/AAAAAAAAD3E/5KPlHInwFe8/s1600/P1030029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562238127137043970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TTEJwkQdgKI/AAAAAAAAD28/tAfrb6MvVoY/s1600/P1030030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TTEJwkQdgKI/AAAAAAAAD28/tAfrb6MvVoY/s1600/P1030030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562237744750362786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry, it's JIAYING LOL. I was testing my shutter speed by waving the camera around and snapping pictures at the same time. Obviously my shutter speed was kns, but it was set to low anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until now I still get freaked out lor. And the reason why Jiaying's translucent in the first picture is because it's the reflection of the window. We were at Taipei Airport and it was super dark outside because it was like 4 or 5 and the sun had already set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out later. Shall take pictures. BYEBYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-9178933777184022134?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/9178933777184022134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/everytime-i-switch-on-my-camera-i-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/9178933777184022134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/9178933777184022134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/everytime-i-switch-on-my-camera-i-get.html' title=''/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YNTEdDdb7BM/TTEKG0wjNgI/AAAAAAAAD3E/5KPlHInwFe8/s72-c/P1030029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7429581286975205701.post-8087860049567233156</id><published>2011-01-10T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T01:54:43.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLOS</title><content type='html'>Hello. Anyway I just did something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a "new" blog btw. I changed the link of my old one because there were posts which I didnt want people to read anymore. But I didnt want to delete them because they're MEMORIES :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could save everything as drafts but apparently you cant. So I had to create new blog lor. I was thinking of switching to tumblr/livejournal cos it looks cooler but then I think blogspot's not bad as well because you can do a lot of stuff with the template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by "people" I mean psycho stalkers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yepps I'll work on my template soon, going to remove certain stuff and I am going to take more pictures to post. I feel like I have been mean to you guys HAHA! I dont even know why you guys still read my blog. It's like I hardly update + no more pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I'll be going to school there wont be many pics D: Even if they are they'll be from my shitty sony ericsson hp. BEAR WITH ME UNTIL I GET A NEW HP WITH AWESOME CAMERA. Like iphone4 or something even though I dont really like iphone. So YEPPS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA And click on my ads hor! I know I sound very annoying. And I hit 50 dollars long time ago but Im greedy. It's a natural human thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I cannot be class treasurer. I'll just commit NKF scam no. 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7429581286975205701-8087860049567233156?l=rayy-chel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/feeds/8087860049567233156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/hellos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8087860049567233156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7429581286975205701/posts/default/8087860049567233156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayy-chel.blogspot.com/2011/01/hellos.html' title='HELLOS'/><author><name>RACHEL =)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09715727731424019566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
