<?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-7690016</id><updated>2012-01-28T10:23:30.657+08:00</updated><category term='Announcements'/><title type='text'>Rachelyn</title><subtitle type='html'>On bimbotic doodles</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>266</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-4134626041341265480</id><published>2009-12-08T13:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T13:55:22.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok I changed my mind</title><content type='html'>I would rather get a phone that seems pretty nice and extremely user-friendly and of course with good reviews, than getting one that is pretty but yet the brand has failed me before.
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After one big round, I’m back to choosing a Nokia. Hmmm reviews say the E71 is the best business phone ever created by Nokia. But I’m getting the improved version instead, the mighty E72.

Alright. I haven’t got it yet but I’m pretty sure I would like it. It would take some getting used to with the qwerty but Vanessa assured it’s gonna be really easy to get used to it. :)

And what’s even better? Surfing the net is even faster with this phone, according to reviews. Plus, the navigation key acts as a scroll. I can just swipe my thumb up and down to view the pages. Shiokness!

I’m pretty excited cos this phone isn’t expensive at all and my plan has ended. Woohoo! I just gotta arrange a time to get it.

Now my dilemma is which colour should I get? The black will never go wrong but the Topaz Brown looks really pretty. But the problem is, I’m gonna g-mask the phone after I get it so I hope the designs of the mask wouldn’t clash with the overall colour.

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Ok now I really can’t wait to get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-4134626041341265480?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4134626041341265480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=4134626041341265480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/4134626041341265480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/4134626041341265480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/ok-i-changed-my-mind.html' title='Ok I changed my mind'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i632.photobucket.com/albums/uu50/rachelyn87/Random/th_NokiaE72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-5902560046798520290</id><published>2008-02-26T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:10:28.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcements'/><title type='text'>It sure has been long</title><content type='html'>Woah! I haven't visited back to my old blog since 2006! 

I thought the grass on the other side would be greener. But still, there were cons. After weighing out the pros and cons for both blog hosts, I still prefer WP. =P But it doesn't allow me to paste any ads here to earn that extra allowance. I pretty much am broke now. It's not helping that I am addicted to online shopping.

Gawd! Casper spent most of my extra cash as well. I wonder what I should live on if I ever get in Uni.

Guess I shall alternate blogs for the fun of it.

Keep the money rolling in!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-5902560046798520290?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5902560046798520290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=5902560046798520290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/5902560046798520290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/5902560046798520290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-sure-has-been-long.html' title='It sure has been long'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-8947953041666382973</id><published>2006-11-17T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T15:48:18.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Announcements'/><title type='text'>To greener grounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://rachelyn.wordpress.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 568px; height: 323px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/blog/Moved.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kindly click on the above image to visit my new blogging space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-8947953041666382973?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8947953041666382973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=8947953041666382973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/8947953041666382973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/8947953041666382973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-greener-grounds.html' title='To greener grounds'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115647902496011869</id><published>2006-08-25T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:54.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus alert</title><content type='html'>This will be the first official hiatus I'll be taking.

Gotta take a break for a while before updating anything. The past few weeks with projects and exams has taken a toll on me.

While I bask in the sun during the weekend, I hope to get a tan that makes me look healthier. Heh. As well as think about what to do with some other stuffs.

Wish me luck in whatever I have to do.

I'm tired.

*sob*

Thanks guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115647902496011869?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115647902496011869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115647902496011869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115647902496011869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115647902496011869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/hiatus-alert.html' title='Hiatus alert'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115635302928674626</id><published>2006-08-24T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:54.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the *toot* happened?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What happened to my freaking alignment?&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Blogger is so screwed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115635302928674626?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115635302928674626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115635302928674626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115635302928674626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115635302928674626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-toot-happened.html' title='What the *toot* happened?'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115609693763298315</id><published>2006-08-21T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:53.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Westlife Face to Face in Singapore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just 2 weeks ago, I listened to Westlife songs (only!) for 1 whole week throughout that week to rush the final presentation. No 3 doors down, no The Click Five, no McFly, no nothing. Just Westlife!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And their songs really calmed me down and made me really relaxed that tense week.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I made a casual comment to my boy that if Westlife were to come to Singapore to hold a concert for the second time, I would definitely go and watch them.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YEAH!!!! They heard my cries!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.sistic.com.sg/cms/events/index.html?content=388"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Westlife - Face to Face&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 September 2006, 8pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to go! I want to go! I WANT TO GO!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyone else keen to go? *pouts* Cos I doubt my boy will want to go with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115609693763298315?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115609693763298315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115609693763298315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115609693763298315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115609693763298315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/westlife-face-to-face-in-singapore.html' title='Westlife Face to Face in Singapore!'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115583526531472347</id><published>2006-08-17T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:53.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Similiarity between home and exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The exam period is here again. My first paper is on a freaking Saturday. But no big deal since I could go back to school for project on National Day.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I kinda thought of an equation that involved my title for today.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Study = Stay home&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Stay home = Eat more&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Eat more = Become fat&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a style="font-family: arial;"&gt;∴Study = Stay home = Become fat&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;- - - - - - - - - -&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Damn tired now. Nothing can get into my head at all. Suddenly I miss being a kid. The only stress we face was probably winning in playing the brick game.

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Last night, I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; sitting on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; in the living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;, having supper (see lah! eat again!) and watching TV at the same time. Then I saw a baby lizard crawling on the floor towards the TV from my direction. I tried to scare it away by going near it. In the end, I took out the Baygon insecticide and sprayed it. It crawled under the standing fan and I didn't see it come out again.

This morning, I wanted to adjust the fan by moving it but I remembered the lizard might be underneath. So I didn't. Eeeeww. What if I squashed it while moving the fan?

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I was taking breaks while studying just now. My break was to surf Yahoo Auctions. This time, I'm looking for long wallets. Anyone knows where sells really nice long wallets?

So anyway, my mum saw what I was doing and came to kpo. She then asked if there were handbags for sale. I searched for her and she practically shoved me aside so that she could be in front of my laptop. She proceeded to look at the handbags on Yahoo and only concentrated on LV, Gucci, Coach, Prada, Burberry, Dior, Chanel etc. She didn't give a heck on those cheapo brandless ones.

So many times she asked me if this particular bag looks nice. I replied &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;"Nice. But don't suit you lah! Too young for you."&lt;/span&gt;

You know what she replied?

&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"I also want to look young ma."&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115583526531472347?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115583526531472347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115583526531472347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115583526531472347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115583526531472347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/similiarity-between-home-and-exams.html' title='Similiarity between home and exams'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115563991428296843</id><published>2006-08-15T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:53.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I forgot something</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Image%28568%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Image%28568%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There! Supposed to put it up in the post how my &lt;a href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/outburst.html"&gt;National Day&lt;/a&gt; was spent but I forgot!

Starting to really love full length mirrors! The one in my wardrobe is way too slim. I look &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt; in it. I hardly get space to see my whole body in it. -_- Might consider getting a w-i-d-e-r full body mirror but my room is kinda too full now. Still wanna put a tv and water cooler in my room. Maybe I might build a toilet in it as well. And I shall not leave my room a single step when I'm home cos I've got everything I need. Whahahaha!

So many things to put but such a small room I've got. Yucks!

By the way, I need a new table for my room. Any cheap and durable deals?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115563991428296843?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115563991428296843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115563991428296843' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115563991428296843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115563991428296843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-forgot-something.html' title='I forgot something'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115562438546337897</id><published>2006-08-15T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:53.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is nowhere near perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever since young, I had family problems. My parents quarrelled all the time, even til now they are still quarrelling. My sis and I hardly talk because of our age gap and our personalities are totally different. We never even had a "which guy is cuter" talk before or shared the same thoughts on which shirt is nice or whatsoever.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Young kids at my time have lovely families to have weekend picnics with, have "how was your day" talks with their families, annual vacations and stuff. My childhood was more of a nightmare. The things that I could recall from my childhood were only quarrels and yellings and fightings I see from my parents. In the middle of the night I would wake up to find my parents fighting and all I did was cry and shout for help.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then when it came to primary school, my dad pampered me a lot by writing excuse letters for my absence just because I was too lazy to go to school; sign my exam papers; drop by at school because I forgot my lunch money; chauffer me around wherever I wanted and rushed down to school and sent me to the doctor because my friend cut my hand with a scissors and I was bleeding badly. The memories of my dad being the wonderful papa were limited but they are still strong in my mind. What caused the change in my dad? How come he never brought me out for weekly movies anymore and spent his money on dinner with his 'friends' instead? Why did he search for other means of entertainment when his family was waiting for him at home? Why did he waste his whole life by living each day just like that? Why did he even changed to such a person?&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Secondary school was the peak of everything. People say secondary school is the best part of a person's life. You have your friends and memories to journey through the rest of your life. But secondary 2 was when I broke down and cried over my friends. It was also the time that Aasta passed away. There were lots of difficulties I went through to face the fact that she would never come back, even though I dreamt of her coming back to life many times and I wished I wouldn't wake up. I was in depression. It wasn't fair for me, at that age, to lose someone so close, someone whom I was closer to than my own family. I wasn't in the state of handling death situations, nor was I mature enough to see what was really going on. Plus the pressure at school and friends matter took my life to the edge. I almost gave up on life and everything. But I wanted to show everyone that I could take it. I wanted to let my mum be proud of me in everything I do, but it only led great disappointments to her and myself.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Poly life isn't that great either. No matter how hard I work, I got results that I didn't expect of. No matter how much effort I put into projects, all I got was disappointment in myself. I couldn't do anything right. All I did was to drag my groupmates down into the pit with me. But they pulled themselves back on track quicker than me. Me? Still down in the pit. After each project, I just fall deeper into the pit instead of having the strength to pull myself out. Disappointment is what I feel most when I get no support from anyone. Sucky to be in such a situation but I had no choice. Mum wanted me to continue my studies after the diploma. I wanted to start working instead. She was disappointed, I was upset. She pushed me even further and I fell even deeper. Everyone is pressurizing me. Why isn't anyone understanding me?&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sounds childish I know. But it's the time where I will breakdown in tears and lead myself into depression once more. And it's the time where I will coop myself in the room and wait for a miracle angel to visit me and tell me to get back on my feet once more. It's just another obstacle in life.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wished I had a perfect life. But too bad, there's no such thing as perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115562438546337897?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115562438546337897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115562438546337897' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115562438546337897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115562438546337897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-life-is-nowhere-near-perfect.html' title='My life is nowhere near perfect'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115513553071634137</id><published>2006-08-13T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:52.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Outburst</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Warning:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This is gonna be long. Lots of bitching to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Blogger is so screwed up. I've been trying to post photos up for a few days already. Unfortunately, all I've gotten was lots of waiting and disappointment with Hello and Blogger's image uploader. Forget it! In the end, I uploaded my photos to my dusty-old-cob-webbed-filled photobucket and managed to put up photos that I longed to show. *huge sigh of relief*

Anyway, the final presentation was over on Thursday. Lots happened and I was kinda struggling to deal with the emotion mix. Come to that later. Photos first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;

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&lt;b&gt;National Day 2006&lt;/b&gt;
Bet you guys were either out watching fireworks, having dinner, staying home tuned in to NDP on tv or watching NDP live. Guess what? I spent my country's birthday in Ngee Ann Polyfuckingtechnic.

But it was alright cos I had my friends with me.

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We had no means of lunching in school cos it was a public holiday and only ill-fated students like us needed to go back for projects. So we ordered &lt;s&gt;home&lt;/s&gt; school delivery from &lt;a href="http://www.brindas.com.sg/hmenu.htm"&gt;Brinda's&lt;/a&gt;, a restaurant that serves indian cuisines. Yum!

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It wasn't fun taking photos of people's arses. I ran ahead of them and they posed this for me. Haha. Cooperative leh.

&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/TT02/DSCF3388.jpg" border="0" height="808" width="1005" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
The path to the collection point. Lots of construction going on in school now.

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I believe a part of my school fees constitutes this.

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There! Brinda's right at your door step. I was kinda expecting them to come in motorbikes, but they got quite a lot of orders so the box thingy at the back of motorbike couldn't fit.

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&lt;/a&gt;5 packets for 5 hungry people. The others opted for Mac instead. Boring...

&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/TT02/DSCF3401.jpg" border="0" height="805" width="1075" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I was trying to take a photo of the delivery man. He thought I wanted to take the van so he wanted to step away. I told him to pose, and he did. Haha so cooperative! Nice smile you've got there, mister.

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The rice is probably 4 times more than the muslim stall I always buy from. And the chicken is buried in the rice. Plus, a coleslaw and pumpkin dunnowhat as side dishes and curry sauce! *drools* Just $5.00 for this. And I couldn't finish my food. =(

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Syahriah ate with her hands. Felt so at home wor. I wanted to eat with my hands too (wonderful experience), but nails too long. Consequences: yellow nails.
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We worked on our projects till about 8pm before we headed home. I reached home and ate instant noodles. There! That's my national day celebration for you. Pathetic.

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Alright. Back to the previous topic on the struggle with emotion mix.

Fun, sadness, anger, panic, struggle, confusion, theurgetoslaphermouthshut, all kinds of emotions I felt during the project period. I experienced thurgetoslaphermouthshut more than any other emotions. It all started with a really uncooperative group member who is our shitty group leader, unfortunately.

Why didn't we assign another of us to be group leader, you ask?

Get to that later. Introduction first.

Initially, this girl was sitting alone in class on the first day of the semester. We kindly asked her to join us (Ok. The US here refers to Su Lian, Syahriah and me.) cos the others were in their groups already. I felt bad about leaving someone out, so yeah, I 引狼入室 (invited the wolf into our comfort zone). Or you can say she's a 披着羊皮的狼 (wolf in sheep's skin). In order not to feel bad, I made my friends (and me!) suffer. Sorry.

This semester actually started off easy. The normal assignments and presentations were part and parcel of poly life. However, this semester had this integrated project that kinda sucked most of our energy and caused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;pimple outbreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; and the darkening of my eye area.

Things were going well among us and the new girl. We talked and laughed about everything.

Everything went well until the week after our post-test break. We learnt that our leader got committed to something else outside school and sorta drifted away from the group. And suddenly, she became bossy and stepped all over us. She assigned us tasks that we couldn't handle alone while she stole the credits.

This went on for the next few weeks. Tasks were assigned. We did our job. She made new changes. We had to start all over. She made changes again. We started all over again. She worked independently instead of cooperating with us. She made decisions without discussing with us. More of a one-man-show for her except that behind this one-man thingy, 3 other people are slogging away to produce results. What does she do? Make more changes without our consent and claimed it as hers. She enjoyed pushing responsibilities too.

Oh yes, about why we didn't assign another leader is because She insisted that

&lt;em&gt;she be leader for all modules la. Then easier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We thought that Leader was just a name and she really wanted to eased things for us because no matter what, the group works TOGETHER, not FOR the leader. But hell no! She made use of this name to be in total control.

I'm the kind of person who voice out whatever I'm not happy with. But my 2 other friends choose to keep quiet. Or maybe they just don't bother arguing with her. So the one arguing with her will be me alone. Completely alone. No backup at all. But I could take it. I'm pissed, I say it. Not keep it inside. At least that makes our liv&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;es easier wh&lt;/span&gt;en she knows that we're not happy. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then she started to make things difficult for my friends instead of me. I think somehow she knew that I wasn't a person she could mess with.

There were a few times when tutors asked her questions and she couldn't answer, she pointed her finger at either of us and expected us to clean her ass.

Tutor 1: So how's your website coming along?
She: *points finger at me* It's with her. (continues msn-ing)

The tutor then came to ask me about it loh. Fuck!

Another time, the tutor asked her something about a report we did.

Tutor2: Why did you include [insert a computer term] into your diagram?
She: *points finger at Su Lian* Erm... That's Su Lian's part.

Big fuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;**At this point of time, I'm fuming. Baby, sorry if I used too many fucks in this post. Too angry you see?**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I told myself so many times to forget about it, it's just a small problem. But no! She was going overboard. For the presentation, she assigned the 3 of us to present on the powerpoint slides that took barely 10 minutes out of the specified 30 minutes. The last 20 minutes of the presentation, she single-handedly constructed a live demonstration of our website. Not a big deal, you think? The website was created by she and me as well! But she wanted to do the demonstration on her own, hinting to us that she did the website alone and she deserved the credit! She even mentioned "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I presented de website (which is done by mi!!!)" in her blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Fucking pissed! The worst thing was just 10 minutes before our presentation, the 3 of us were busy going through the powerpoint slides and She offered to help us fill up our peer evaluation forms that looks like this.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/peerevaluationform.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/peerevaluationform.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;After a while, she filled up the forms and covered them faced down and told us she graded for us already. I was shocked at first cos the evaluation was supposed to be done by OURselves. But I thought maybe she gave us all the same grades, which was fair, so I didn't ask her about it.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;While we proceeded to the waiting room before our presentation, we went through last minute rehearsal and stuff. Then I saw our forms, still faced down, in front of her and I caught a glimpse of it from the back and saw this.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/peerevaluationform2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/peerevaluationform2.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Feel absolutely free to enlarge this picture to see what She did!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;If you guys understand the meaning of peer evaluation (which actually means I evaluate my peers on MY own, not letting a 3rd party evaluate on my behalf), what She did was seriously an awful act of dishonesty and fuckery! Instead of just grading us on her own form, she graded FOR us on OUR forms! She didn't even let us see or touch our own evaluation forms! What fucking shit is this? I was super pissed when I saw it. She was still trying to cover the dirty work she just did to us! Luckily I saw it! I sms-ed Syahriah and Su Lian while She was going through the presentation with them. When they saw the sms, they were confused at first. I explained everything I saw to them after the presentation and man, they were furious! We stayed back (She left the very minute we ended) and decided to report this to our tutors, hoping that justice can be made. We told our advisor and he said he would let the other tutors know. We even submitted a new evaluation formed that WE filled up on OUR own.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Syahriah was like "I never see people help me evaluate before loh" and Su Lian was really pissed lah. We were so angry I swear I could kill someone! It wasn't as if we didn't do our work! We did our part and contributed as much as She did and we definitely deserved getting a better grade. We don't deserve getting a B after all the effort put into the website which of course was changed by Her to make it look as if She did the website.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;All these bitching may sound confusing to some people but if She is reading this right now, I've got something to say.&lt;/span&gt;







&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;FUCK YOU BITCH! I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL FOR STEALING OUR CREDITS!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115513553071634137?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115513553071634137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115513553071634137' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115513553071634137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115513553071634137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/outburst.html' title='The Outburst'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115513717320062412</id><published>2006-08-09T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:53.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One last time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish this is the last time I ever cry, especially in front of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115513717320062412?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115513717320062412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115513717320062412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115513717320062412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115513717320062412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-last-time.html' title='One last time'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115460319763100865</id><published>2006-08-04T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:52.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crashing the night and meeting a haha cabby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The past week was indeed busy, busy, busy. We were kept occupied with school projects that could probably kill a million brain cells. The whole class &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(except for some lazy arses that didn't contribute)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; had a tedious night doing up our shopping cart for our website on Wednesday. I swear I've never felt so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;shagged&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; exhausted before. I could easily stay up for more than 30 hours without complaints. This time, I couldn't even reach my 25-hour mark and I'm gone to dreamland. Probably getting older.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We stayed back in school on wed, hoping to finish everything before the presentation yesterday morning. We needed the school network in order to do our stuff. At 10pm, the security people came chasing us off. At that time, there were about 20 people left. All were shoo-ed off. We made our way to the atrium, hoping to settle down there to continue our work, but the lights will be out at 11pm. So we moved on to the newly-built student corner.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Daryl got into some kind of shit for pointing his ..|.. at the security people. So they started an argument that ended up useless because we still couldn't stay back in school to continue our work.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joey's place was the next destination before going back to school the next morning. We needed to complete our codes and stuff using dreamweaver. But without the school's network, we couldn't do much. So we decided to do our website using localhost. Kinda troublesome because we had to change the connection here and there. Erm... no need to understand what I'm saying if you don't. Ha. Main point is that the security people have screwed up brains.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The 6 of us who went to Joey's place had fun, apart from work. A pity I couldn't video down some of the wacky things that happened at Joey's place.&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At 3am, Joey was half asleep on the sofa with the orange pillow and Sam(on the floor with a purple flower) completely asleep. Hakim seemed to be trying to find a comfortable position to take a nap while the 2 girls, Su Lian and Syahriah continues with work.&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Busy busy busy.&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joey got the comfy sofa. He could have went back to his room. -_-" Ah... Hakim finally got some space for his long legs.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But no idea why he woke up in less than 3 minutes and started to kpo around with the girls.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 351px; height: 263px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/TT02/Image552roundborder.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having fun, guys?&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At 3.30am, everyone was asleep except me and Syahriah. Then slowly Syahriah slipped into dreamland while I doodled around. I slept only at 4.20am.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was up before the alarm rang at 5am. That's like a mere 30 minutes of sleep for me. =( The rest got up as well. We packed our stuffs and got ready to leave. By 5.30, we were at the bus interchange already. We reached school at bloody 6am! That was the second time I went to school so early. The first was in secondary 1 where we had SYF rehearsals.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I once woke up at 5.30am for a morning swim with my cousins at Sentosa resorts. Wahahaha! Nuts!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We continued our work in the canteen. Had only 2.5 hours to complete our shit before the presentation started at 9am. I managed to get the shopping cart to work a bit but Hakim was struggling with the codes and I couldn't help them. Sorry =(&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I looked like a walking zombie lah. But no one told me. My dark rings were visible and pimples were all over. Eek! Damn projects!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Presentation went ok, I guess. Need to improve on some areas before the final presentation next week. Sleepless nights again.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, we had lunch in school. I couldn't eat much due to pain in the stomach. Old sickness. Then I had no strength to take a bus home and decided to take a cab home.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/08/cabbies.html"&gt;cab experience&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; considered a lot loh. But this cabby was really one of a kind.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The moment I told him my destination, he started talking to me, all the way till I reached my place. This is gonna be a long conversation.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cabby: Wah! So early finish school ah? Hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: Mmmm. Ya. Got a presentation this morning only.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cabby: Now students very good life hor? So early can go home. Hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: (I confirm disagree to this lah!!) No lah. Now students also have tough life. We have a lot of projects and assignments to do. No time for personal life.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cabby: You now in what year?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: 3rd year.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cabby: What course you studying?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: Business IT.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cabby: I have a child in poly also, hahahahahaha. In NYP, 2nd year. Hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: Oh.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cabby: After poly, you still want to go U study?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: Eh... Dunno leh. See my results how.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cabby: Guys different loh. After poly need to go NS. Hahahahahaha. After 2 years go back study, they sure return everything to teacher already. Hahahahahaha. Still study what? Hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: Ya. No choice ma. It's like that.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cabby: Now the people very lucky, can study. Last time people no chance to study one. Hahahahahaha. Study until secondary school also very heng. Hahahahahaha. I think your parents also won't have much education. I study until primary school only. Hahahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(notice a change of topic here)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: Last time people need to help out in with the family business or take care of younger siblings.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cabby: Ya loh. Hahahahahaha.Last time people think that women don't need study cos they will be married off one day. Hahahahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(notice another change of topic here)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: Mm.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cabby: But now women so successful. A lot of women now go drive buses. Hahahahahaha. Or you see a lot of career women. Hahahahahaha. Now got no women stay at home and cook one. Hahahahahaha. All study a lot and go out to work. Hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: Ya. Women now are more career-minded. But also depends on if the person academically inclined or not. Otherwise also cannot study.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Cabby: Ya loh. Hahahahahaha. The mind cannot study also cannot study one. Hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's not the end of the conversation. I just couldn't remember anymore after that. Kept hearing hahahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A bit annoying loh. Considering the fact that I had been up for more than 24 hours and had only 40 minutes of rest. I wanted to shut off when I board his cab but he kept going on and on and I couldn't bring myself to shut the uncle up. And I'm not exaggerating his amount of hahahahahaha. Probably more than that also lah!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11.40am. I reached home, clothes unchanged, dropped onto my bed and slept my way till 7pm. Had dinner and continued with some work. Went back to bed at 2am, woke up 6.40am this morning for a practical test.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See lah! Year 3 really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-as-year-3-student.html"&gt;no life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; loh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115460319763100865?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115460319763100865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115460319763100865' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115460319763100865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115460319763100865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/crashing-night-and-meeting-haha-cabby.html' title='Crashing the night and meeting a haha cabby'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115436747952059203</id><published>2006-08-01T01:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:52.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right. Sorry peeps. Been really lazy the past week, and gonna be pretty busy the next.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't be expecting any new posts alright? Don't miss me too much either. Heh. *I know someone who will*&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm fine right now, if you wanna know how I've been.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, it's way past bedtime (ya right. like I have one!)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be back with lots of updates. Promise.

Bye!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115436747952059203?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115436747952059203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115436747952059203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115436747952059203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115436747952059203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/lack-of-updates.html' title='Lack of updates'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115374788172441342</id><published>2006-07-24T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:52.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me no more youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was browsing through a junior's photos in Friendster where I felt so much life and youth in her photos. Then it kinda reminded me that I'm not anywhere near 14 or 15 anymore. No longer young. Cannot act cute anymore (wait! I don't act cute. I'm cute by nature, my boy says). And I'm actually wasting my youth on bloody school projects. Not that I have a choice la. But if I had a choice, I would have spent it on more useful things like this.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Image%28536%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Image%28536%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then also, I think about my friends who are already  in their working age and sooner or later will form a family of their own stage. I bet they already feel old. They probably feel worse than me, thinking that they no longer have much youth left. But never mind. Think optismistic.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You get to do this on your free time.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Image%28531%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Image%28531%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or simply have a dinner with your loved ones at Thai Express and play with your food after you're done with it&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Chilli%20Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Chilli%20Heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or steal a photo of your loved one's side burn while he's asleep&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Image%28532%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Image%28532%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's my baby's side burn for you. I find it ultra sexy. Hee~&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I intended to do a long entry. But have nothing much to blog about. Hardly met up with Baby the past week due to him overtiming the whole week. Poor thing. So yea, was happy he stayed over the weekend. Lotsa catching up to do.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- - - - - - - - -&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh and by the way, anybody had a boob job before can let me know? Just wanna find out more about it. Not that I'm interested in getting one. Just wanna know the processes done and the before and after differences. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- - - - - - - - -&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyone can suggest a nice and affordable place to dine at? I'm running out of places to eat with Baby. We love Thai food. We love cheap food. We love spicy food. We love convenient food. Anywhere?&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- - - - - - - - -&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Boring. I've lost touch in blogging already. Or rather, I've got no life to blog about. =(&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;*Updated*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I forgot that I have some random photos to show.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Image%28525%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Image%28525%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The kinda eerie path to the underground lecture halls. Picture it dark.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Image%28523%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Image%28523%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The most probably last group pic that we could take before Carol leaves. *sobs*&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently, I downloaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.microsoft.com/windows/windowsmedia/player/11/default.aspx"&gt;Windows Media Player 11&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; cos I saw the really cool black layout on Syahriah's laptop. However, it didn't look exactly cool on my laptop.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Portege%20A100%20%26%20WMP%2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Portege%20A100%20%26%20WMP%2011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I'm kinda getting used to the contrast. Nice.

And just last Friday, we had another formal presentation. I wore black blouse, black pants, black heels and carried a matching black handbag. Except my nails were white and I carried a white file. Another contrast.
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&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Image%28526%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Image%28526%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still think I look like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/06/recently.html"&gt;big boss.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Can see my white nails on Syahriah's shoulder not?&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Image%28528%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Image%28528%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing beats self-taken photos.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3 smiles to end this post. My life isn't that boring afterall. I have nice friends around me to take nice photos with me. Heh. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115374788172441342?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115374788172441342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115374788172441342' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115374788172441342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115374788172441342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-no-more-youth.html' title='Me no more youth'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115320836287882574</id><published>2006-07-18T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:52.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>胸大有脑？</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The ladies in my family always have a tendency to look at other women's boobs, tits, or breasts (whichever you like). We'll be kinda excited when we see BIG boobs women on TV that we would definitely make a comment about that woman. The Miss Universe advertisements have been rather 'hot' on TV recently. My family isn't a fan of Miss Singapore or Miss Universe but this particular girl came on screen in her bikini, bouncing around on stage, caught my mum's attention.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mum: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This girl why so big huh?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Better than those flat-chested and nothing to see one ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mum: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ya la. But hers a bit too big.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;: But still better than flat and empty ones ma. People want to see something in front, not just a piece of cloth covering the chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mum: (finally agrees) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ya lor, 'kong kong bian bian' nothing nice to see.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Maybe because the past few years all small that's why never win Miss Universe. This year they try send a big one there and fight with those ang mohs lor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mum: (giggles) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Ya hor. Maybe like that can win.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's just one example. Sometimes my sis would see big boobs and just say "Wah lau! Ta qian mian zhe me da! (her front so big), not heavy meh?"&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, I probably won't get a chance to find that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115320836287882574?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115320836287882574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115320836287882574' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115320836287882574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115320836287882574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='胸大有脑？'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115246041521970286</id><published>2006-07-09T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:52.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been busy with plenty of things lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm gonna make this post a quick one. Gotta rest a bit before World Cup finals. Erm, don't ask me who I want to win. Germany is out already. =( and I support neither of the 2 finalists.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Baby's graduation&lt;/u&gt;

After 3 years of &lt;s&gt;torture&lt;/s&gt; hard work, he finally received his Diploma in Architecture. Wahahaha! I'm so proud of him! Can't wait for the day I graduate. Haiz.

Anyway, he had to wear really formal. But he didn't take any photos of him very formally. After the ceremony, he looked like this.

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3rd from the left. Or 2nd from the right. Whichever way you prefer.

I didn't attend his graduation ceremony cos he only had 2 tickets. First priority would be his parents. And I doubt I could wake up that early either. So yeah, I missed Baby's very important day. =(

After the photo-taking and stuff, he came over to give me a afternoon wake up call. Then we slacked the whole day before heading for dinner with his poly classmates at Purvis Street, Miss Clarity Cafe.

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Taken by his friend, James.

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I prefer self-taken. Closer and more natural.

The food there is really cheap for a cafe. They have absolutely NO GST or service charge. They don't only serve western food. They have Ramen as well. And some other things.

The meals of the day...
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James, Baby and I all ordered the Chicken Ballotine. Kinda like the Chicken Cordon Bleu but it's not cheese but mushrooms stuffed inside. Yum!

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/IMG_4286.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/IMG_4286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Fish &amp; Chips

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/IMG_4288.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/IMG_4288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Bread-crusted fish &amp; chips

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Pan-seared dory fillet

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/IMG_4291.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/IMG_4291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
It's called Old Macdonald's. Don't really know what's inside. There a sunny side up, some potato wedges and some meat.

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Dessert was Mango sorbet that didn't exactly taste mangoey.

Chances of seeing Baby in formal attire were low so we took photos.
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Yes, I know I look fat. It's probably the blouse. By the way, that's my pretty purple wall!

&lt;u&gt;Sumptous dinner&lt;/u&gt;
It's been a long time since I cooked a sumptous dinner for my family of erm... 3. My mum, Baby and I. Baby and I decided to deep fry wanton so we went searching for wanton pastry at Carrefour. Then we went back to buy minced meat and prawns at Shop &amp; Save. Then hurried back home to prepare dinner.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(515).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28515%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
The very delicious Tom Yum Instant Noodles! My favourite supper! Home-cooked and with extra ingredients: peeled prawns. Oh ya, I like to eat my noodles directly from my pot. No need to wash an extra bowl.

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This is some Udon that Baby cooked for himself. Added extra prawns as well.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(516).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28516%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Ta-dah! Deep-fried wantons. Simply delicious. Nicer than those selling outside.

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Even the meat inside is more than those outside.

Home-cooked food is always the best!

Ok, the past week has been e-learning for all modules. But usually it's time for us to take this period as a break and spend our time with friends and loved ones. For me, I spent it wisely with Baby and this.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(520).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28520%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Calbee Big Bag Hot &amp; Spicy Potato chips! My favourite potato chips. Nothing can beat it. Not even pringles.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(521).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28521%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
It went through thick and thin with me while I was struggling with my e-learning assignments. Damn assignments. I've been sick on and off the past week. I really hate South Korea now ok? Damn damn damn 3000-word essay.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok gotta rest now. World cup in 2 hours time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115246041521970286?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115246041521970286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115246041521970286' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115246041521970286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115246041521970286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/07/been-busy-with-plenty-of-things-lately_09.html' title='Been busy with plenty of things lately'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115195353996073758</id><published>2006-07-04T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:51.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Same people not same life aka 同人不同命</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just now as Baby was about to leave, his sling bag knocked against one of my mum's flower pots along my corridor and before anyone knew it, it fell off the stand and broke!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I jumped when I heard the "piang".&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess how my mum reacted.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She was laughing lah! She was laughing along with Baby. Baby still joked around saying "Ah long (loan shark) come" or something.  My mum continued laughing. Like as if nothing happened.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Erm... Her flower pot broke lor. How come instead of being angry, she so happy about it? Siao leh.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I was thinking, if I were to break Baby's mum's flower pot, how would she react?&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She'll probably scream her head off and start wondering why her son is in love with such a blur goon. That's why, 同人不同命.

Seriously, I wouldn't want to find out how she would react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115195353996073758?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115195353996073758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115195353996073758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115195353996073758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115195353996073758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/07/same-people-not-same-life-aka.html' title='Same people not same life aka 同人不同命'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115156822928402485</id><published>2006-06-29T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:51.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've been getting minor injuries on my legs.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 weeks ago, I fell off the bus. Nope, you didn't read wrongly. I fell off the bus. Was walking down the steps, next moment, I found myself on fours on the sandy ground. -_- It's like the second time I fell of the bus in 5 years. The last time I fell was in sec 2. And my knees were scraped badly and bleeding. I limped all the way home. =( This time, I had jeans on (phew!) and just suffered a bruise.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Knee%20bruise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Knee%20bruise.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Getting mosquito bites on my thighs, my foot and even my toe! These mosquitoes really good at aiming those hard-but-shiok-to-scratch parts.&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No idea how I got blisters on my big toe, but this blister didn't hurt a single bit. Found it when I was in the showers. It felt like those bubble wraps where you cannot stop bursting the bubbles.&lt;/span&gt;

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Now the blister is no longer there. It got me too tempted to peel it off.


&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I trimmed my hair and I regret it.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Image%28494%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Image%28494%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I like the length. But not the mess. So decided to visit the saloon and get a trim to rid those splits.&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is how short it is now. I so damn regret can! And no, I didn't rebond it. It took me like months to grow that length. That's the bad thing about my hair. I want it long, but never long enough before I have to trim off the ends. Shit. I gotta start doing something about it. Nourish and treat it well.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I had a semi formal presentation.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think I wear like that quite nice. Hehe! And the photo turned out pretty good. The career woman behind the notebook. Wahahaha! But not the 'twist' pose. I didn't know it would turn out that retarded.&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That day, Vic greeted me "Good morning Boss." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Really look like boss huh? &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagine, just imagine. Me walking towards a big conference room filled with 20 people all sitted down, waiting for me. Then as I take my first step in, these 20 people greet me "Good morning, Boss."&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wah seh. I'm dreaming man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115156822928402485?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115156822928402485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115156822928402485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115156822928402485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115156822928402485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/06/recently.html' title='Recently'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115125159871708205</id><published>2006-06-25T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:51.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School starts tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The holiday always ends faster than any other days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Damn. &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mum is back from Europe after 12 days.  I was back much earlier than her. Sucky.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Projects gotta be continued. Yucks.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Attachment right after projects. That means no holiday before next semester. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only happy thing about school is...&lt;/span&gt;





&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;probably nothing. Urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115125159871708205?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115125159871708205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115125159871708205' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115125159871708205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115125159871708205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/06/school-starts-tomorrow.html' title='School starts tomorrow'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115099906239838058</id><published>2006-06-23T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:50.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一个已经不开心的家庭</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;刚才看了U频道的有话就说2，我便有个冲动想 blog 下这一篇 entry. 节目的题目是有关第三者和外遇。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;这让我想到一件对我影响非常大的事件。&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;大概5年前，有一阵子我会使用我爸爸的手机来 sms 我的朋友们。我会用爸爸的 sms 是因为我自己的用不够。用他的，爸爸就不用付那么贵的手机 bill.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;就在那时候我在爸爸的手机里发现了奇怪的 sms-es. By 奇怪，我是说一个60岁的老头不该收到的 sms. 我没把这件事告诉我妈妈，也没去问我爸爸。但是我心里很难过。&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;过了1、2年，我妈开始问我一些我不会回答的问题。她问我爸爸在外面除了工作，还有没有做别的事或者爸爸的行为是不是比往常有所不同。我都回答她我不知道，希望她不会再问下去。&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;一年前，妈妈发现了那些 sms-es 和对爸爸不利的物件。&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;她连一滴眼泪都没掉过。反而是我哭了。因为我知道妈妈的心理是多么的伤心、失望，但却在我们面前坚强的面对。&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;自那天以来，这个家经过了不少改变。妈妈已经憔悴了很多。她已经不像以前的快乐。我看到她这个样子，我几乎每个晚上都哭，直到我睡为止。我非常害怕妈妈会做傻事，也非常担心她会选择一个人去面对这个问题。&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;直到有一天，她对我笑着说，“我已经不爱你爸爸了。”&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;妈妈有尝试去寻找答案，但是爸爸否认了一切。妈妈没办法，就提出了离婚。可是爸爸不答应，妈妈就只能在黑暗中痛苦地挣扎。&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;现在这个家再也不是一个充满亲情和关怀的地方。它只是一个让我回来睡觉的地方。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115099906239838058?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115099906239838058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115099906239838058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115099906239838058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115099906239838058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='一个已经不开心的家庭'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115091799405197382</id><published>2006-06-21T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:50.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok, my ideal shopping place!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was such a coincidence that both Baby and I were on our first air trip in 7 years. The last time I took a plane was in primary 6 and he, secondary 1, exactly 7 years ago. =) Now we're taking it together.

Just 2 months after our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-from-genting_22.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Genting trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; in April, we were packing our bags for this Bangkok trip that I've been so anxious about. Other than the shopping paradise that Nana jie described, I wanted to taste original and traditional Thai food once more. The last time I went to Thailand was a primary school educational trip to Chiangmai, also the last time I took the plane. I loved the food even more than our own local food. Hot &amp; spicy tom yum soups can never fail to make my mouth water.

Anyway, we weren't the least excited about the trip only until the very day.

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Baby's dad sent us to the airport at 8am when our flight was at 10.55am. We met up with my cousin who was going Bangkok as well, but with his friends. His flight was at 9.20am. So we talked a lil while Baby had breakfast at Burger King. I took breakfast at some 'kopitiam' below BK.

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There. My breakfast.

After breakfast, we idled around before checking in our luggages.

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Our flight was delayed for 30 min. Ended up, the gate only opened at 10.25am.

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Mini plane of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://airasia.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Air Asia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;

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The interior was squeezy but who could complain? It's cheaper than SIA.

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This chicken and seaweed sandwich cost 80 baht. Approx S$3+. It was really nice.

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We alighted this way. Then a bus came to take us to the airport terminal.

During check out, Baby was telling me that a guy kept looking at me. I turned and realised he was a senior of mine back in sec sch. Then I a few others behind me. Small world!

We went to pick up our luggages and looked around for cabs. The bloody airport taxis charged 700 baht (S$29) for travelling from the aiport to anywhere around Bangkok. Cheat!

We paid only 300 baht (S$12.50) for outside taxis.
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We rode in this big taxi which car model I forgot. Very nice uncle.

I love the taxis in Bangkok! Not only they are freaking cheap (flag-down rate only 35baht = S$1.40!), they are sparkling clean as well! They use Toyota Altis man. Not like our lao kok kok Toyota Crown.

The taxis have really cool colours.
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Pink

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Orange

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Green

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Yellow

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Blue

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2 colour!
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Still have red and bronze but I wasn't fast enough to catch them.

I bet the percentage of taxis on the road is higher than personal vehicles. You see taxis everywhere!
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We reached our hotel, Asia Hotel, after a 30-min drive from the airport. Checked in and proceeded to our room. Photos of the room will come at the end of this post.

We settled our things in the room before setting out in search for food. We tried the BTS aka Skytrain that was conveniently located at level 2 of our hotel. Tickets for 2 cost 30 baht (S$1.25)!

Not only their BTS platform resembles our Mrt's,
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they also use these what we used to call Farecards!
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Their tracks look different though.

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Their seats are nicer and not as squeezy. But there's this smell I disliked.

&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, first stop was to the four-faced buddha temple that Baby needed to go to make offerings on behalf on his uncle. The sun was blazing that I was practically baked under it. Thus, we decided to find a air-con eating place.

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Day 1 Lunch. Mixed pork noodles. Very nice! Lunch for 2 only S$4, including drinks!

We walked around some more after lunch and went back to the hotel to change to cooler clothes. Then we took a cab to Suan Lum Night Bazaar.

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This place was bustling with crowds of tourists and locals. Cheap stuff, from clothes to furniture, were found there. I wanted to buy the cute chairs back but it's too cumbersome to bring back. =(
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Dinner just cost us 100 baht (S$4)! We bought 1 share of phad thai with 4 sticks of bacon, meatballs and sausage. I love Phad Thai! I declare it my favourite food now! But haven't tasted SG version, so not sure how it taste.

While shopping, I bought a few items and came across this shop that sold hand-painted t-shirts. This artist is damn good! So I asked for his permission to take a photo of him painting. Should have taken his hair as well. He looked like the Predator.

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He's really talented.

The day ended early as we were both quite tired and hot due to the humidity. Gosh! It was still better compared to the 2nd day.

We went back to our room to watch the World Cup. We couldn't catch any thai shows as it was the King's 60th anniversary as the King so they were showing the celebration on every thai channel available. -_-

&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

We were out early morning in search for cheaper deals. Proceeded to Baiyoke where I couldn't get anything I liked, but Baby got some tops.

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The alleys in Bangkok were pretty narrow but vehicles were squeezing their way through along with the people. There were a few times we were so close to getting knocked down by these reckless drivers.

We wanted to get some food from the street stalls, but considering the hygiene and not wanting to spend the rest of the day in the toilet, we settled for Indian cuisine at a restaurant for breakfast cum lunch.

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I cannot remember their names. Actually I don't even know how to pronounce them. We just ordered from the menu. Haha! It was the best Indian food I've eaten! And it's not roti prata. The potato curry was just fantastic!

We left Baiyoke and went to Siam Centre, a shopping centre near our hotel.

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The busy road outside Siam Centre.

We went to the food court and I was pretty amazed by how attractive it was. We weren't allowed to take photos there but I managed to take a few. Hehe.

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We ordered 1 'Kway Chap' to share, Delicious!, and a plate of fruits.

Then I saw many wallpapers that were promoting the World Cup. Then I came across Steven Gerrard's and took this photo to spite Syahriah.
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Haha!

We took a tuk-tuk back after that because we couldn't bargain with the shops there. Haha if we did, it would have just made us look stupid and 'suaku'.

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Taxis everywhere we go...

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The driver still stopped halfway to chat with his fellow tuk-tuk friends. Haha! We paid him 40 baht (S$1.70).

After a short rest in our room, we went for dinner at Maboonkong (??) aka MBK. Dinner was at Sushi Tei as Baby wanted something Jap.
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All these including drinks cost 495 baht (S$20)! In SG, I doubt you can get such a price.

Next, we went to Patpong, another night market. We were quite terrified of that place so we only spent a while looking around. I'll tell you why.
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Because of this!
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&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There were countless times we were approached by people to watch their girls dance on bartops in bikinis for free, or pay for their Pussy shows where girls will show their vaginas to the world and perform stunts with them, for example, putting a ping pong ball into their vaginas and shooting it out. Gross, I know. Despite my curiosity on how they do it, I was more grossed out by the thought of it, so I declined the offers.

All these performances came in a menu where you can select whichever you wanna watch, pay and &lt;s&gt;enjoy&lt;/s&gt; puke. Haha! I heard they would even fuck in front of you. Wahahaha! Live porn!

Baby and I were rather turned off by the sights of fat women dancing on bartops because the doors of the bars were kept open so we left Patpong.

We went back to Suan Lum! My favourite!

We took the Ferris Wheel this time round and took photos of how Suan Lum looked from the top. It's really big and very confusing inside. The 2nd night was extremely hot. We were sticky all over.

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Big!

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Pretty Ferris Wheel. Bling bling all over. Haha.

We didn't buy much that night. Kinda wasted. The place was too big for us to find what we wanted. But I got Bei's present that night. The girl who attended to me could speak chinese. Felt so warmth at heart to hear someone speaking a language you know. Aww...

We bought supper back to our room.
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The same Phad Thai again! Couldn't help it. It was heavenly! By the way, I know it looks like Mee Pok but it's actually fried thin kway tiao wrapped in egg. Ha!

We watched World Cup again. Then off to bed.


&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
We were deciding where to go as we have circled the areas we wanted to go on the map.

Next, Bo-Bae.

Weather was hot as usual. We were tempted by air con so we stepped into Bo-Bae Tower.

Hahahahahahaha! I cannot stop laughing now cos I cannot stop thinking of how bloody cheap the things are there. Everything is wholesale. Everything is so cheap!

I bought 36 pairs of earrings for just freaking S$8!!

Even during lunch, I couldn't stop laughing about my purchases.

At Bo-Bae, we used food vouchers.
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Go buy 4D!

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I had Tom Yum Seafood noodle soup.

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Baby had pork noodles.

We shopped from 10am to 4pm just in Bo-Baw tower alone! And we weren't complete! There were total of 6 levels and sub levels at each level. I don't know how to explain. All I can say that place is huge and confusing, just like Suan Lum. But better cos got air con.

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Ok, I know these 2 photos don't do any justice to Bo-Bae Tower (I wasn't allowed to take photos =( ) but be assured their things are very trendy and hip and freaking cheap!

We could barely hold anymore bags so our shopping came to a halt. We took a cab back to our hotel and rested our feet before setting out again at night.

Dinner was at Siam Centre foodcourt again. I'm not sure if I've been psychoed by others that Thai food is really delicious or their food is REALLY delicious, I had no complaints at all!

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Phad Thai, again!

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I had Duck Rice. Super delicious!

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Their Ha Gao, in my opinion, was better than Crystal's Jade.

We walked around a bit after dinner. Siam Centre, Siam Paragon and MBK were all neighbours.

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This is Siam Paragon. Grand but rather empty. More spacious than SG's paragon.

We spent our night shopping at Siam Centre on goodies to bring back home. We bought quite a bit of dried food back.

Tired and restless, we went back to the hotel, with Pringles and Coke for supper.


&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 4&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

Time to pack our bags for home. =( I didn't want to leave at all!

We were up too early and shops weren't opened yet.

Anyway, anybody remember this?
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Curly fries!! OMG! They were my favourite when I was a kid. I almost went on a hunger strike when A&amp;W closed down. =(

By the way, that was Baby's breakfast. Chicken burger.

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I had Teriyaki Fish with rice. Yummy!

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Oh man! I missed this!

Check out time was at 12pm and we had to do some last minute shopping at MBK. Bought a few bags and tops for Baby's mum and myself.

Rushed back to the hotel and took photos of our room before we bade that place farewell.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Taxi%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Room%20Key.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Room%20Key.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
The antique and heavy key that we could hear other guest carrying along the corridor because of the "cling cling" sound.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Siam%20Center%20Foodcourt.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Room%20view.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Room%20view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Our room faced the BTS track and main road.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Room.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/400/Room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;We booked the deluxe room. Spacious and comfy. I like! Damn! I left my pringles and coke there!

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Heavy%20burberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Heavy%20burberry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
All our purchases were stuffed into our luggages and this Burberry bag that cost 120 baht (S$5).

The time to finally bid the room goodbye has come.

Baby and I took a cab down to the airport. It was still early for check in when we reached. So we went for lunch at the restaurant.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Day%204%20Pork%20Noodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Day%204%20Pork%20Noodle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Baby ate pork noodles again. (Why keep eating the same ah?)

&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Day%204%20Beef%20Noodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Day%204%20Beef%20Noodle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
I ate beef kway tiao. More like kway chap. Haha. Very nice also la!

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Day%204%20Ice%20Tea%20&amp;%207Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Day%204%20Ice%20Tea%20%26%207Up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Thai ice tea and 7 up.

Even the food at the airport was cheap. I really didn't want to leave. Cos I know I wouldn't starve if I were thrown there.

We queued up to check in our luggages. Luckily we didn't exceed the weight limit for each person or we would have to pay.

&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Check%20In.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Check%20In.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Going%20Home.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Going%20Home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Home sweet home!

By right, this post would have been longer but if not for Blogger that lagged, I would have included more photos. This could be the first and last time I blogged with 60 over photos. It took me almost 3 days to sort out all the photos and edit them and then post them up. By the way, photos of my purchases will come later.

Hope you guys enjoyed this post. If anyone wanna go Bangkok, count me in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115091799405197382?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115091799405197382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115091799405197382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115091799405197382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115091799405197382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/06/bangkok-my-ideal-shopping-place_21.html' title='Bangkok, my ideal shopping place!'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115047558440718888</id><published>2006-06-17T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:48.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from shopping paradise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wallets half empty.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bursting luggages.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Energies drained.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will be back with a complete entry on my Bangkok trip. =)

Ps. Beibei, I've got your present. Meet up soon!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115047558440718888?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115047558440718888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115047558440718888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115047558440718888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115047558440718888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-from-shopping-paradise.html' title='Back from shopping paradise!'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-115000060423332088</id><published>2006-06-11T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:48.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangkok awaits me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muahahaha! Before anyone starts to wonder if I've been missing, I'd better let you all know I'm going off soon. On Monday, in fact.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yeah, if you remember, I mentioned my mum will be leaving for Europe on the same day but her flight will be at night while mine, in the morning. And then, my cousin told me he was going Bangkok on Monday as well! What a coincidence.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Image%28478%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Image%28478%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Left, my mum's. Right, mine. Europe vs Bangkok. My luggage's rather empty currently. Hoping to bring back a bursting luggage and a few more additional bags. Muahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mummy prepared good food last night for me because I won't be home today. Be at my boy's place so that we can go over to airport together. Mummy will be all alone. =( &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right. Now is lunch. Mummy's prepared good food again. I feel like I'm having the last supper or something.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;OK my friends. See you guys when I'm back on friday. Take care!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ps. Beibei, I owe u a birthday present. Get it from me after I return k? Haha and don't forget KBox!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-115000060423332088?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115000060423332088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=115000060423332088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115000060423332088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/115000060423332088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/06/bangkok-awaits-me.html' title='Bangkok awaits me'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114917056085055009</id><published>2006-06-01T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:48.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul not one, but TWOHILL!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;OMG! For a moment, I thought there will not be anymore entertainment in my life since the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-say-i-want-to-be-mean-lah.html"&gt;superband&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/blogging-in-class.html"&gt;disgust&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. But fret not you guys!

PAUL TWOHILL made the entertainment industry come alive!!!

Yes, Syahriah, Effie and who else? Come! Like TWOHILL people, come join the gang! Wahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's a drop-dead HOT pic of Paul Twohill for you girls.
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.singaporeidol.com/images/photos/pianoshow1_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.singaporeidol.com/images/photos/pianoshow1_13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;H-O-T!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*drools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114917056085055009?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114917056085055009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114917056085055009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114917056085055009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114917056085055009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/06/paul-not-one-but-twohill.html' title='Paul not one, but TWOHILL!!'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114904297194616367</id><published>2006-05-31T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:48.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging in class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can be real fun!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Currently, I have Mr. Chee Hock Wah &lt;s&gt;teaching&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;lecturing&lt;/s&gt; talking shit in class. Obviously not everyone is listening.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Image(450).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Image%28450%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
See?
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm less than 2 weeks away from my Bangkok trip. Mummy asked me how much I want to exchange for Baht. I told her S$300. Is it too little?? Advice please, from people who are experts. Especially Nana jie.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, this week and next's gonna be damn busy due to the fuckernnoying common tests. And after common tests, I'll be away for 4 days. Then I'll be back to reality where only presentations and exams exist. Shit!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The school's timetable is screwed up man. Year 3s have no life! I wish I were a Year 3 with just the workload of a Year 1. Juniors, you haven't seen anything yet! Stop complaining!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;By the way, did anyone watch Superband on Monday? Why the hell is Xia Suay Feng aka Summer Storm still in the competition!?!? OMG!

Are they erm... the least bit good?

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.mediacorptv.com/mblog/gallery/43/43-338.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://blog.mediacorptv.com/mblog/gallery/43/43-338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Hmmm...

The results show was really edgy for Brods. They almost got kicked out. If I were to choose 1 group to be eliminated, I would have gone for the group that got the lowest grade every week!

X&lt;s&gt;R&lt;/s&gt;SF fans, I'm sorry you guys have to spend so much money on voting for your idols. I wonder if you guys can claim the money back someday.

Shit! That was mean.

I can be meaner if I had to. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright. Class dismiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114904297194616367?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114904297194616367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114904297194616367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114904297194616367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114904297194616367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/blogging-in-class.html' title='Blogging in class'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114856593452158964</id><published>2006-05-29T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:47.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random updates #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've got loads of updates to fill you guys in. Bear with me.


&lt;u&gt;How I eat Teddy Biscuits&lt;/u&gt;
Not too sure who has eaten this before. But it was my favourite when I was a kid. I would always bug my mum to buy it whenever I see it in 'mama' shop.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(032).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28032%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(033).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28033%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
So here you see the full biscuit, right? This is what I'll do.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(034).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28034%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Head first! Then I'll slowly chew off limb by limb and finish the tummy up in 1 mouth.


&lt;u&gt;Yan Yan is addictive&lt;/u&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(417).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28417%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;

I wonder how many of you realise that the new Yan Yan (actually not so new already) has words written on every biscuit sticks?
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The interesting is, they don't have lucky 4 digits. Instead, they have words like...

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Seal... Loves to sun tan.

When I first noticed the words, I didn't really bother reading them. But just a few days ago, I felt bored and started copying whatever I saw on these sticks. I have a list of them. Anyone interested to find out more?


&lt;u&gt;Art class?&lt;/u&gt;

A few days back, my tutor wanted us to be creative and draw her something as part of the class discussion.

Nothing much to talk about though.

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Just enjoy our masterpiece. Creatively done by Me, Syahriah, Su Lian and Victoria.
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&lt;u&gt;Sweetie boy and a puzzle&lt;/u&gt;

Baby drew a Find-the-word for me.

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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(430).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28430%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you see what's this?


&lt;u&gt;Dinner @ The Line&lt;/u&gt;

Right. My mum got some dining vouchers at The Line at Shangri-La Hotel so we dined there last friday. I heard that it cost $68+++ per person for dinner there.

Woah!

It was buffet style though. If you can eat, then not 'lugi' lor. Otherwise, just wait for free vouchers. Haha!

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Lasagne

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(434).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28434%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Lasagne, Chicken in thai chilli sauce and Chilli lobster.

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Fishies. The fillets and salmons were simply delicious! I liked the one on the top of the pic. Some fillet in mango sauce.

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Fake sharksfins. Or maybe the sharkfins all taken by others already.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(437).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28437%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Raw octopuses? Erm... not mine though. Baby wanted to try it. But nope, not to his likings.

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Chocolate fondue! That's marshmallows covered in chocolate, by the way.

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Mocha ice cream with almond shavings. Fantabulous!

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(440).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28440%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Some cakes. Cheese cake on the right. Sedap!

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Tiramisu! Damn good ok! The best I've ever eaten.

That's all for the photos. I forgot to take photos of the first few dishes because I was too hungry. =X Sorry for the bad quality.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Xinyu's full month celebration&lt;/u&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Xinyu is my cousin's new born daughter. We celebrated her full month yesterday at her grandma's place.

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Adorable, isn't she?

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Pretty small too.

1 week ago, we celebrated another baby's full month. My other cousin's baby boy, Josh turned 1 month and 8 days old yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;

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That's him. He's pretty big for a 1-month old huh?&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you realised, Xinyu is the baby in the background. =)


Talking about babies, how can I forget this lovely yet mischievous rascal?


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The soon-to-be big baby

&lt;/u&gt;Kaikai is turning 2 this September.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Pic032.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Pic032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
He's learnt how to call people already. Awww... One of his first words were "Jie jie".

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Hee.

That's all for my random updates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114856593452158964?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114856593452158964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114856593452158964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114856593452158964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114856593452158964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-updates-2.html' title='Random updates #2'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114866250985227727</id><published>2006-05-27T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:47.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired more than want to blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feel like blogging but tired.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114866250985227727?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114866250985227727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114866250985227727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114866250985227727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114866250985227727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/tired-more-than-want-to-blog.html' title='Tired more than want to blog'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114810274313769009</id><published>2006-05-20T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:47.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is life I guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, I'll be attending my baby nephew's full month celebration at my cousin's house. Then I'll be attending my Grandaunt's wake probably in the evening.&lt;/span&gt;
 
 &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is this what people say "A new life is born and another life is gone" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114810274313769009?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114810274313769009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114810274313769009' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114810274313769009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114810274313769009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-life-i-guess.html' title='This is life I guess'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114794931118436996</id><published>2006-05-20T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:47.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st field trip in so many years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The very last field trip I had was most probably in secondary school. On thursday, I had another chance to experience another field trip. Haha! Sounds very kiddy but it was fun having friends around. But it will be better without some tutors around. Frog and Bear. Eeeeww...

So anyway, the field trip today was to National Library (NLB) and Changi International Airport Services (CIAS).

First, we headed to NLB for a short tour. We made some fantastic discoveries at the Education &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Pets%20Coursebook%206.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/200/Pets%20Coursebook%206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;section. Hakim found the Pets Worksheet!

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Pets%20Coursebook%206.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Pets%20Coursebook%206.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I went to search for Pets Coursebook. Only a few were found. I also found Higher Chinese for Primary 2. Haha!

The Pets Coursebook right, got bird, squirrel, bunny, monkey, mouse and turtle! But I can't remember which order they are in. Just remember that after each year, me and my classmates will be guessing what is the next animal and what colour the book would be. And there would be the respective animal on every page of the book and we all used to challenge see who will find them first. Awww... those memories...

Other than that, the books there were boring.

We had lunch after the tour.

After lunch, we assembled back at NLB. While waiting for the other class, we took a photo.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Image(410).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Image%28410%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This photo is damn precious ok? The 4 of us used to be in a group! But Sulian got switched to another class. Now Carol's in another class. With "Jappies". Wahahaha! Poor her. What a group of jappies. Ha!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Image(411).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Image%28411%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We reached CIAS soon after. Settled in an auditorium for a talk on how CIAS handle their daily work. I forgot most of it already. The speaker was quite humourous la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"We will clean the interior of the planes before each flight so that the passengers will feel comfortable. If the plane not clean, means is done by the competitors."

Haha. Not funny eh? Ok then they brought us on a short tour to their kitchen area where the food is being stored, prepared and transported to the planes.

We were made to dress like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Image(412).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Image%28412%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Look like cleaning ladies? Carol is not with us. Her class went to DHL instead.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Image(413).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Image%28413%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
My group in Year 3, TT01.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Image(414).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Image%28414%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a long time since I had new photos in my phone so yup, just wanted to take photos.

After the tour, we had refreshments. The people there prepared cakes for us. Yummy ones! But the yummiest chocolate cakes were gone before we knew it. Everyone dashed out like they were starving. So I had some fruit cake which I had no idea what fruits were on top. Taste like pineapple and peach and mango and orange.

To sum up everything, the field trip was fun just because I had my friends with me.

By the way, I'm going to Bangkok on 12th June. My mum is going Europe on the same day. I'm going for 4 days. She, 12 days. 同人不同命啊！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114794931118436996?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114794931118436996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114794931118436996' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114794931118436996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114794931118436996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-1st-field-trip-in-so-many-years.html' title='My 1st field trip in so many years'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114796156817940173</id><published>2006-05-18T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:47.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks is all she's got</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Initially, I wanted to blog about the field trip I had today. But that can wait.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today, my Grandaunt passed away at 5.12pm after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/3-unpleasant-news.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 weeks of struggle with stroke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, we have to face the difficulty of letting my Grandma know she's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114796156817940173?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114796156817940173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114796156817940173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114796156817940173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114796156817940173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/2-weeks-is-all-shes-got.html' title='2 weeks is all she&apos;s got'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114771536819226782</id><published>2006-05-16T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:47.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not say I want to be mean lah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But hor...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why the fuck is &lt;a href="http://www.superband.com.sg/summerbreeze.htm"&gt;夏日风&lt;/a&gt; still in Superband?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They deserve to be eliminated simply because...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- they cannot sing (especially the girls! Don't you get 周崇庆's hint??)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- they cannot dance (just look at them argh!)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- it's a torture for non-夏日风 fans to see and hear them (that's because most of their fans are well, deaf?) &lt;- No offence to disabled people. I'm just saying their music is awful!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- it's a waste of time (they get the lowest score each week yet won't get eliminated just because they are from some 'party' and this 'party' is ridiculously rich and don't mind spending the money on votings)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- it's a waste of space on stage. Their staying put means better bands will be eliminated. Is that even fair?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- the guys sing alright. They can sing better with some practice. But big NO to the girls. (许环良说：你们能来到这里真的是有缘分) I add: BUT no 天分！&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- getting the lowest score from the judges every week. (Now, what's the use of the judges, somebody tell me?) Now even to the extent of failing! 19/40!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This competition is getting tougher each week but their performance is getting worse. I really don't understand what is happening! Even my mum feels this competition getting a lil too unfair. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right after the results were announced. 12am. Lucify eliminated. Summer breeze stayed.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mummy: &lt;em&gt;(super worked up)&lt;/em&gt; Can complain or not huh?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: I think got a lot of people complain after tonight's results lor. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mummy: Huh! Now can complain not? Now can call in not?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me: Later you see whether they got give some email or website lor.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After seeing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superband.com.sg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.superband.com.sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; appearing on tv,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mummy: Eh! Faster! Go that website and complain leh! They get in is kelong (cheating) one lor!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See? My mummy also know how to get hot ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114771536819226782?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114771536819226782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114771536819226782' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114771536819226782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114771536819226782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-say-i-want-to-be-mean-lah.html' title='Not say I want to be mean lah'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114745236883159706</id><published>2006-05-13T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:46.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cried my eyes out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneypictures/8below/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eight Below&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (official website) was very very upsetting. 8 dogs left alone out in the snow for 175 days because the plane had insufficient space for them and the storm was too bad for any to fly back to get the dogs. So throughout these 175 days, the dogs had to fight for survival against the cold and hunger.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/walt_disney/eight_below/paul_walker/8below6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2 died. 1 injured. This was more than enough to make me tear for 1 whole hour.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/walt_disney/eight_below/8below_oldjack1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/movie/gallery/1156078/photo_23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This show was a remake of a japanese film, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0085991/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nankyoku monogatari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, which had 15 sled dogs initially but only 2 survived. I bet that film would have made me cry even more.
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyone wanna watch it just let me know. I've got it the movie downloaded.
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/walt_disney/eight_below/8below_dogs3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But remember your tissues if you are a animal lover.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114745236883159706?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114745236883159706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114745236883159706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114745236883159706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114745236883159706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-cried-my-eyes-out.html' title='I cried my eyes out'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114720005162021819</id><published>2006-05-10T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:46.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna watch Eight Below freaking badly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Damn! I wanna watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0397313/"&gt;this show&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;so badly!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.reviewjournal.com/promotions/eightbelow/images/eightbelow.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.reviewjournal.com/promotions/eightbelow/images/eightbelow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; It has got to be one of the most touching shows I've ever watched (but haven't) and definitely one that I'll cry most.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I teared while watching the trailer. Damn touching. The huskies are so pretty! Baby huskies are cuter though. Ha!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0397313/trailers-screenplay-E26287-10-2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watch the trailer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.

It's got a rating of 9/10! Must watch! And Paul Walker is so cute in this film. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114720005162021819?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114720005162021819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114720005162021819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114720005162021819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114720005162021819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wanna-watch-eight-below-freaking.html' title='I wanna watch Eight Below freaking badly!'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114675891052180142</id><published>2006-05-04T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:46.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 unpleasant news</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were news from my mother that my Grandaunt is in a coma due to a stroke.

Next, I heard another news that my cousin's girlfriend's dad died in a car accident in Shanghai.
Then I read Kenny Sia's post on his dad's 1st anniversary.

3 news in a day can be a great blow. But life still has to go on, strongly.

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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I pray for my Grandaunt to get well soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114675891052180142?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114675891052180142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114675891052180142' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114675891052180142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114675891052180142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/3-unpleasant-news.html' title='3 unpleasant news'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114667292892764429</id><published>2006-05-03T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:46.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as a year 3 student</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lunch today was pathetic. The 7 of us, Joey, Sam, Daryl, Hakim, Syah, Sulian and I had to da-bao our lunch because the canteen was overflowing with students.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It wasn't the first time the canteen was packed, but it was the first time in 2 years of my poly life I've ever seen it this packed. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Minimal walking space; very long queues; no spare seats; new faces.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was sure more than half of these canteeners were year 1s.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So as we da-bao-ed our food and settled at the study area, with the 7 of us squeezing a bench, lunch was especially quiet.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then Joey made a comment.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Is this the life of a year 3?"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114667292892764429?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114667292892764429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114667292892764429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114667292892764429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114667292892764429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-as-year-3-student.html' title='Life as a year 3 student'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114628264640503315</id><published>2006-04-29T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:46.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop losing your temper can?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A person's temper can be really unpredictable. Everything can change within seconds.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mum hasn't shouted at me ON a weekend for a very long time. Weekends are the time for sleeping late and waking up late as well. She used to make a fuss out of this going to church thingy but now she doesn't bother anymore. But still, she will talk to me about church and our religion, hoping that I will start going to church again. Seriously, if my church masses weren't so boring, I might even consider going.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But this time it's not about going to church that she made a fuss about. It's been probably a year ago since she shouted at me to wake up on the weekends. Today, she did it again.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just because of the stupid, old and breaking down desktop PC. I totally had no idea what she wanted when she started screaming "Can you come and help me not?"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is it you want me to help you with? How do you expect me to know if you didn't say it properly? So of course, I ignored her and continued to sleep. Besides, I was sick. All I heard were screams and complaints all coming out as forms of grumbles. Imagine the sound of a snorting pig. (It's just an example.)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No idea how long the screams continued. Words became clearer and clearer to me before I replied her a weak "What?"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Are you going to help me not?!" seriously impatient tone already.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I lied in bed, not making a sound, cos in fact, I'm suffering from a sore throat and a cold.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I coughed a few times. My mum said "Later you cannot go eat I tell you."&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I actually made plans to JB later with my boy and his colleagues for dinner, but we 2 will go in first for some shopping. My mum always threatens me by abusing her power as a mother. Sometimes it's so damn frustrating. I got up immediately, but reluctantly.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I saw what was going on. She couldn't get online just because she entered into safe mode. -_-&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I helped her solve the thingy already and she shouted, "What you do?!"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I explained to her how things worked and stuff blah blah blah. She said she even called up Singnet to get help. How adorable.

But that's not the point! The point is does she even need to flare up over such a trivial matter? I was so fed up at her at that moment. She could only aim her cannon at me because for a fact, she knew that even if she screamed for my sister, my sister will never even be up because she only came back in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should I even be complaining about it because I'm the younger daughter? Or should I blame my sister for not spending sufficient time at home with my mother?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not like we don't share the same mother ok? I'm attached but I still make plans for my mum. Last week we had lunch at Cafe Cartel together and I offered to pay, my mum refused. I felt really bad for letting her pay all the time. She IS the one who's been giving me allowance. Not my dad. (Not that my dad didn't contribute. It came to a time he told me to get allowance all from my mum instead from him.) I still know where my limits are. Like me and my boy's 1st year anniversary, it clashed with my mum's birthday. My mum had no plans for the afternoon so I asked her out for lunch together. Then I had to tell my sister about it before she came to join us. Otherwise my mum will be all alone on that day. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously, 10 years of age gap is rather big. I find it really hard to talk to my sister about certain things. We don't even have any heart-to-heart talks. She will only talk to me about studying hard and going to a U and getting a job etc. But no that-guy-is-really-cute kinda talks.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have no clue where this blog entry is going. It's like one thing relates to another. Now I am reminded of my cousin. She was more like a sister than the sister I have at home. We talked about everything under the sun. But all these stopped already.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Just to conclude, everybody has their own tempers. But it's how you control that matters. Because if you lose control of it, it's bound to make somebody's life difficult.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright. To JB later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114628264640503315?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114628264640503315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114628264640503315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114628264640503315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114628264640503315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/stop-losing-your-temper-can.html' title='Stop losing your temper can?'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114596608977679047</id><published>2006-04-25T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:46.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting birthday gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's my sister's birthday today. She's 10 years older than me. Haha should I be laughing at her cos she's getting really old? Or should I cry cos I'm getting old as well? But anyway, on this day but 1 year ago, I still remember shopping for a birthday present for her with my boy. I wanted to buy her something nice yet personal and original.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bought a photo frame.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Original right? Haha the photo frame had "Me and my big sister" written on it. So I put a photo of me and my sis when I was just born in it, wrapped it up and gave it to her.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She was happy, I supposed. Cos she was laughing at me being so cute. =P&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To prove my cuteness, I purposely took a photo while my sis was out.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/400/Image%28394%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There you go. Cute me. 10 year old her and few month old me.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So while I'm getting older day by day, I've run out of ideas for getting gifts. Like what can I get for my mum? I've gotten her handbags, perfumes and brought her out for countless dinners. No more things to get her.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[I suddenly recalled a funny conversation between me and my boy with my mum as the subject. He was saying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Actually your mum don't need presents at all. Just a 'Happy Birthday' and you being nice to her, she's more than happy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I replied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No leh. That time my mum said, "Your jie bring us go eat lunch, that's all meh? Nothing else arh?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See? My mum isn't like any other mothers. Haha.]&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok so what can I get for my sister? People who know me and have seen her will most probably understand my situation. I can't possibly buy her a handbag or a fanciful dress. I could probably get her some gadgets but how could I afford it? And what does she need?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This year, everything's a lil different than before. I didn't get any gifts for my mum and sis. I've run out of cash. I know, bad daughter and bad sister. I will pay them back once I start working. =)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;
For now, I can only give them things I make myself or things that are &lt;s&gt;cheap&lt;/s&gt; low cost. But next year ya?

By the way, when I was back at school yesterday, all I saw were crowds and crowds everywhere. The year 1s all travelled around in classes. And maybe they were new to the surrounding, they all stayed around for a longer time. Thus, occupying the whole canteen. With not even any walking space available, poor Joey decided to skip lunch.

Other than that, school was boring. For one of my IS classes, 5 of us (Joey, Weihan, Chai Fong, Syahriah and I) were in the same class. And the tutor split us up for class activities. What's worse was I was in the same group as some bimbo that I wished I could just shut her mouth! &lt;a href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-swear-its-my-unluckiest-day-ever.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"That lovely lady in pink."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was pissed. What's with her sucking up and bloody bitchy bimbotic attitude? Just making a fool of yourself in class.

Pity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114596608977679047?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114596608977679047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114596608977679047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114596608977679047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114596608977679047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/getting-birthday-gifts.html' title='Getting birthday gifts'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114572274386618995</id><published>2006-04-22T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:46.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Genting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have so many things to blog about. Firstly, my room. Secondly, the Genting trip with my boy. Then most probably I'll whine about school.

Alright. First thing first. My room.

Last Saturday (15/4), I ordered the paint I wanted for my room. Then I could only collect it at around 4pm the next day. The great thing was it started pouring at my area and my boy and I were stuck at the shop. The rain was too heavy to walk home. So we took a cab. The cab fare was $2.40. Ha! I felt bad so I paid the uncle $3.00. How dumb!

So we started painting my room only around 5pm. And we painted through the night, while taking long breaks in between. We completed everything by 3am. Slept at 4am. Painting was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/collage.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/collage.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first pic on the top right is the before. The rest are the afters.

Nice? By the way, due to the lousy camera, the colour turned out dark blue. But it's in fact dark purple and light purple.

Yup, my room is done. And I love it! Too bad I only spent one night in it before leaving for Genting.


I kept reminding myself to eat more during the trip to put on some weight. I HAVE put on some weight, but maybe still not enough.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/collage1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmm... 36 to 37.4kg. Not too good?


Secondly, the Genting trip. I feel so ashamed to even mention this but still, I shall say it. I haven't travelled out of Singapore since 12! Which is like 7 freaking long years! Nope, not even to Malaysia. Haha. I keep turning down travelling opportunities that my mum gave me throughout these years. For no reason. I could have fully utilised my passport you know? Anyway, my passport photo was taken when I was 12 and only been chopped once. To Chiangmai, Thailand, that is. The custom officer had to take a second look at it to confirm it was me. -_-

I felt so sua ku!

Anyway, the journey to Genting wasn't that enjoyable due to the lousy condition of the bus. We paid for a 24-seater bus but ended up getting a 28. We requested for the middle seats but ended at the back. The ride was super bumpy but still, we were able to catch some sleep.

7 agonising hours. Imagine.


The moment we reached, we checked in to Hotel First World (budget la) and rushed for lunch. The food was great. Seriously cheap. (I think)

We didn't do much on the first day, considering the fact we reached only around 3pm. Walked around and ate. We visited the 'Ripley's believe it or not' exhibit.

I'm kinda lazy to type. Just enjoy the photos. Click to enlarge them.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Day%201%20&amp;%202%20Food.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Day%201%20%26%202%20Food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Day%203%20&amp;%204%20Food.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Day%203%20%26%204%20Food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Food we ate!


Ripley's! I had always wanted to visit this.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Ripley%20part%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Ripley%20part%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Ripley%20part%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Ripley%20part%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We went to the Patio bar at night for some drinks and music. The band was really good. Enjoy. Just a short clip though.


&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4_TAScZ4tM4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They can sing songs in English, Chinese, Cantonese, Thai and Malay!


Day 2, we went to the outdoor theme park.

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Random%20part%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Random%20part%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have no idea why I kept feeling like I'm in The Park. (that 3D movie)

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Random%20part%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Random%20part%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And why do they call it Corkscrew?
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Smart%20&amp;%20Retarded.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Smart%20%26%20Retarded.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Retards.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Retards.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Go%20kart.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Go%20kart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/AE%2086.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/AE%2086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vGqDTBpAY9E" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
A stupid video taken while I was behind the wheels. The vehicle in front was way too slow. My boy suggested we overtake him.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Space%20shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Space%20shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is one fantabulous ride. I can't describe it. You just have to try it yourself.

Watch the video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4dwVEN_jRPY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Dear%20archery.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Dear%20archery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He looks smart, doesn't he? And a lil too skinny.


Anyway, you should really watch a movie when you're at Genting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Movie%20steal.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Movie%20steal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's about $7.50 for a pax inclusive of a drink, popcorn and 1 packet of Kit Kat. You can only watch a movie on weekdays with $7.50 in Singapore. With NO drinks!


Day 3 started to get boring. If you went for 3 days, it would be too short. If you chose 4 days, it would be too long. But it was fine for us. We just walked around abit and ate a lot on that day.

1 place we hung out everyday was the snooker centre. We went there everyday without fail. Cheap la! Cannot blame.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Home%20sweet%20home.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Home%20sweet%20home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Day 4 was home sweet home in a luxurious double deck bus with massage chair and personal entertainment.

There you go. My very fruitful Genting trip. Ha! Now I'm looking forward to Pulau Redang and Hong Kong.

Oh ya, I said I'll whine about school. School will be starting in slightly more than 24 hours time. Suddenly the holiday seemed so short. I think I've been complaining for the 1375th time that school holidays are short. But the real sad thing is that TT02 has been split up to many different classes.

=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114572274386618995?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114572274386618995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114572274386618995' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114572274386618995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114572274386618995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-from-genting_22.html' title='Back from Genting'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114518569175433488</id><published>2006-04-16T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:45.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Genting to Genting to put on some weight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm on a mission to Genting to put on some freaking weight. I weigh a scary amount of 36.4kg currently!! Kinda contradicting myself when I used to say I want to lose weight and stuff. Haha but when I see that number on the weighing scale, I'm utterly shocked and feeling a lil too unhealthy? I don't know. Heh. But I can feel something is not right with my body somehow or another.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So my boy did tell me that there are some secret eating places in Genting that are a Must-try! I've packed my bag for tomorrow's trip. Shall be back in sg with at least 38kg.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I've got my room painted. More on that when I get back! Haha I just painted my room and only spent 1 night in it. Now I'm off to Genting. I'm gonna miss my room so much!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, pictures of my room coming up pretty soon. See ya my friends. Welcome to year 3!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114518569175433488?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114518569175433488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114518569175433488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114518569175433488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114518569175433488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-genting-to-genting-to-put-on-some.html' title='To Genting to Genting to put on some weight'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114493803813099462</id><published>2006-04-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:45.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got 3 things to celebrate today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;According to the bible and what my catholic school once taught me, Good Friday is the day Jesus died on the cross for us. 3 days later, it'll be Easter Sunday, where he rises again. I'm not too sure if I've got my facts right. That's what I know about Good Friday. Initially, I forgot what GF was about. I had to hear it from my boy! *shakes head profusely* I don't know why I'm being such a failure as a catholic.

Anyway, my mum's birthday happens to fall on Good Friday this year. My sis and I had plans to bring her out for a nice dinner but my mum said she's gonna abstain from meat.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The thing about catholics is that we are to stay away from meat on fridays. Yup, and this is GF so there is a good reason to be 'vegetarian' just for a day. Obviously my family don't follow this tradition except for my mum.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So yup, my mum wants to stay meat-free and we can't possibly bring her out for dinner and order her a salad (though that was our first thought) and we have the good food to ourselves. Heh. The dinner has been postponed to next week, after I get back from Genting. But for now, I wanna wish her a very happy and healthy birthday!!


&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Mummy%202006%20bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Mummy%202006%20bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I rummaged through my old photos and collated a few of my mum's (and a bit of me) photos. I purposely put the ones that have me in them bigger. Haha I like can?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Ok that's already 2 things out of the 3 I'm celebrating today.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The last thing is that on this very day but 1 year ago, my boy and I got together!! Haha on my mum's birthday some more! What a brillant idea, baby!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Good Friday to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Mummy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy 1 year to my boy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114493803813099462?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114493803813099462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114493803813099462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114493803813099462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114493803813099462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-got-3-things-to-celebrate-today.html' title='I&apos;ve got 3 things to celebrate today!'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114477352843932054</id><published>2006-04-12T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:45.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irresponsible or bo-chup?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This conversation just came to my thoughts in the midst of slacking.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mum (to my dad): There's something wrong with the TV, get someone to fix it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dad: What for? I also don't watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can someone tell me is this being irresponsible or simply bo-chup?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114477352843932054?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114477352843932054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114477352843932054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114477352843932054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114477352843932054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/irresponsible-or-bo-chup.html' title='Irresponsible or bo-chup?'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114461282798992761</id><published>2006-04-10T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:45.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My room&lt;/u&gt;
Still unpainted. I'm left with 1 week to start and finish on the painting before I go off for the holiday that my boy and I planned for so long.

The thing is, the cabinet is still in my room, occupying a lot of space and definitely too heavy for me to move it out on my own. I managed to clear the entire cabinet of junk I've accumulated throughout the years. Haha I found some really old stuff in it. Thankfully not some lizard corpses.

&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;u&gt;My boy&lt;/u&gt;
He got his driving licence quite a long time ago and I was probably the last to know. He meant to give me a surprise. Heh. Then within a week or so, he got a car.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;

His uncle got a new car, so gave him the old car. Where the hell do you find such a nice uncle? Yup, so anyway, he wanted to bring me to Geylang to try the hokkien mee over there but kept putting it off. So yes, baby, you have to bring me there one day!


&lt;u&gt;New hair&lt;/u&gt;
I got something new this holiday. A new hair colour, that is. I can be considered a "I never" girl. I never had highlights. Haha but I have them now! And at a rather cheap price as well.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/collage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/collage.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Please don't mind the geeky glasses =(&lt;/em&gt;

Had them done at my boy's aunt's salon, thus the discount. He got some highlights on his fringe too, from the leftovers of my highlighting solution. Hah! But he DIY-dyed his hair 1 day after and the highlights weren't as obvious.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(343).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28343%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
Yup, so that's us in his car after our salon session. His dad was driving us to the supermarket to get a duck for his grandma to cook her famous "Lor Ah".
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;u&gt;My boy's grandma's "Lor Ah"&lt;/u&gt;
Had dinner at his grandma's place because he wanted to learn the making of "Ah Ma's Lor Ah".

He claimed that 1 "lor neng" can eat with 1 bowl of rice!

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(345).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28345%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Just look at the colour of the eggs and duck!&lt;/em&gt;

So indeed it was yummilicious, fabudelicious, very goodilicious! There were many other dishes but I was so focused on the duck that I didn't eat anything else except the duck and the eggs. Usually food like this will taste better after a few days but seriously, the standard of this was as good as those cooked for 3 days!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Erm... so I guess that's about it. Nothing much to update. Being really busy the past weekend. School starting soon. Better enjoy the last 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114461282798992761?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114461282798992761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114461282798992761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114461282798992761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114461282798992761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-updates.html' title='Random Updates'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114354375395091587</id><published>2006-04-03T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:44.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hills Have Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/fox_searchlight/the_hills_have_eyes/thehillshaveeyes_bigreleaseposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/fox_searchlight/the_hills_have_eyes/thehillshaveeyes_bigreleaseposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I caught &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0454841/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Hills Have Eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; 1 week back. It's kinda similar to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0295700/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrong Turn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005JMDX.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005JMDX.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;based on the characters used. Mutants. However, Wrong Turn is more gruesome and bloody. The mutants were more cruel and armed. Want to watch it, can borrow vcd from me. Heh.

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The following pictures are from the scenes of THHE.&lt;/span&gt;

So anyway, THHE is a remake of the 1977 version. No idea how the past version was but the 2006 version is s-i-c-k SICK! Because there was a rape scene. Human-to-human rape is scary enough. But it's mutant-to-human rape in this show!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/fox_searchlight/the_hills_have_eyes/emilie_de_ravin/hillshaveeyes3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/fox_searchlight/the_hills_have_eyes/vinessa_shaw/hillshaveeyes1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Actually I cannot be 100% sure the mutant raped the poor girl. What we can see is that he pinned her down and undid his pants and opened her legs. Porn! Haha! But no bush, no dicks. Sorry to disappoint. I'm sure 99% of me told myself that WAS a rape.

My boy and I were wondering how his dick will look like since he was a mutant. Mutant dick. Eeeeww...

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/movies/photos/h/hills_have_eyes_060307/05.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.mtv.com/movies/photos/h/hills_have_eyes_060307/05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And the mutants were able to speak in english, unlike those in Wrong Turn. They grumble and growl and make so much noise and you still cannot make out a single word they say.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/fox_searchlight/the_hills_have_eyes/_group_photos/emilie_de_ravin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/fox_searchlight/the_hills_have_eyes/_group_photos/emilie_de_ravin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Familiar faces I saw in this movie were Claire from Lost (the pregnant one) and Carter from A Cinderella Story. He looked kinda cute in this movie.

I'm not going to tell the story la. I cannot tell stories. Either you watch it, or ask me to explain to you verbally. Alright?

Anybody wanna watch Dorm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114354375395091587?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114354375395091587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114354375395091587' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114354375395091587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114354375395091587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/hills-have-eyes.html' title='The Hills Have Eyes'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114356536315699556</id><published>2006-03-30T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:44.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TT02 is no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Year 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/class%20photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/class%20photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/ladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/ladies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;
Year 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/DSCN0743.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/DSCN0743.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/DSCN0738.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/DSCN0738.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/DSCN0738.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We used to be a class of 21 people.

Some stayed while some left. Some left for good. You know, like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/natschmat"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Natasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, she's moved to Japan with her husband. I still respect her courage of walking out the exam hall just 30 minutes into our Bstats paper. Ha! Another was Fu Ann, the ah beng. I miss you two like nuts!

Then some of us switched to other classes and we hardly even meet up anymore. Like Alvin Tay, Xiao Si (ccksian as well) and Sulian. Then Weihan as well.

New faces appeared. Like Ka Ho (ccksian also! but my senior), Terry and Siti. Maybe some I don't even know or haven't even spoke to before.

Year 3, TT02 is no more. We are all over the school, in different classes, with different people. Most probably other people from other classes are in TT02. Carol is one of them. But we are not with her.

Is this part of growing up? Making new friends and then get separated again and again?

&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/TT02%20Year%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/TT02%20Year%201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wish we were still the same old TT02.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114356536315699556?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114356536315699556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114356536315699556' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114356536315699556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114356536315699556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/03/tt02-is-no-more.html' title='TT02 is no more'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114347244506135862</id><published>2006-03-27T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:44.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'>April is coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have no better title so I just wrote what I thought of.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just checked my timetable for this coming semester, and I kinda freaked out when I saw it. I passed all my modules but I didn't see T02 in my timetable. Instead, it was T01.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scared the hell out of me.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But yeah, I guess most of the rest are in T01 as well. I wonder why the school is so free to help us rearrange our classes. Sometimes they do things that really upset us students. No matter what, it seems like students can never gain from schools (apart from the studying knowledge).&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will I get sued by saying this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114347244506135862?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114347244506135862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114347244506135862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114347244506135862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114347244506135862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/03/april-is-coming.html' title='April is coming'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114311732554195987</id><published>2006-03-23T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:44.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm addicted obsessed crazy lah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Kai%20&amp;%20Chad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Kai%20%26%20Chad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114311732554195987?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114311732554195987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114311732554195987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114311732554195987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114311732554195987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-addicted-obsessed-crazy-lah.html' title='I&apos;m &lt;s&gt;addicted&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;obsessed&lt;/s&gt; crazy lah!'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114309603417882614</id><published>2006-03-23T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:44.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muahahaha I look like Ayumi!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know, Leen? I look like Ayumi leh! Muahahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Ayumi.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Ayumi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Actually I tried many photos of myself. The most number of times of celebrities that came out were mainly Ayumi (yeah! super high!), Kristin Kreuk, Sammi Cheng, Rachael Leigh Cook (omg I loved her since pri 6!), Jennifer Garner (Bennifer! heh), Namie Amuro and Alyson Hannigan (This one time, at band camp...).&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The results aren't just random leh. I tried using the same photo, the results were the same. Muahahaha high sia! Ayumi leh!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I tried with my boy's photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Dear%20%26%20Andy%20Lau.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANDY LAU!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;OMG! 1 of the 4 heavenly kings ok!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; He also had results like Tony Leung, Jay Chou and Stephen Chow (king of comedy).
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha in case you didn't know, my boy sings like Andy Lau. Don't believe, ask Beibei or Weiliang. Haha lucky them.
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was having much fun with this so I tried Beibei's and Kaixin's photo as well. Beibei looked like Zhang Ziyi and Kaixin looked like Gong Li. I'm starting to believe they have the potential of becoming geishas. Heh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114309603417882614?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114309603417882614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114309603417882614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114309603417882614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114309603417882614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/03/muahahaha-i-look-like-ayumi.html' title='Muahahaha I look like Ayumi!!!'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114302133909025014</id><published>2006-03-22T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:44.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky shit thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few nights ago, my cousin freaked me out with a friendster profile of some girl who *gasps* resembles me!

At first I was thinking, "Nah it can't be lah. Hahaha this world got so small meh?" Then when I opened up the page, I was astonished, shocked, freaked out, scared and everyemotionwhenyouseeaphotocopyofyourself.

What a small world this is. She's connected to me through 2 of my friends (not through my cousin though. He tiko la, was looking at girls' friendster). And yup, I'm not close to the 2 of them.
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Ok, something about this girl. She is currently studying in NP as well! Ah!! Double shock ok? Like I'm seeing double already. Then she's maybe my age or probably younger. Oh yes, she has straighter hair than me. Her eyes are bigger than mine. She has a sweeter smile.

=(

The thing is, she resembles the younger version of me, the primary school me. There was one photo of her that really looked like me when I was about 8, 9 years old. I can't find that photo of me, otherwise I'll make a side by side comparison.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/freaky%20profile.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/freaky%20profile.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;

I'm kinda sure some people will make "Where got look alike? Don't have lor." or "You (refering to me) blind ar? She so much prettier than you leh!" kind of remarks. Haha but did I mention she resembled the younger me? That's why only my cousin pointed it out that she looks like me. He knows me from the very day I was born. 10 years ago, I don't even know more than half the friends I know now. Hehe.

So in order to convince some people, I made a side by side comparison of her with my long ago photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/freaky1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/freaky1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Baby me vs young adult her

It's this photo of hers that I was taken aback. I have another photo exactly like hers taken when I was younger but I just couldn't find it!


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/freaky2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/freaky2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Click to enlarge&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
All I can say about this is that she has a babyface. Ain't I right? Look carefully!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anyway, if any of you guys reading happen to know her, erm... tell her I said Hi. But don't tell her I took her photos without her consent ya? She ought to know the risks of posting photos on the net. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I gotta go grocery shopping now, even though it's raining. :(&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;By the way, I'm doing away with my tagboard. Getting too many spam messages. Just leave comments will do. Alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114302133909025014?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114302133909025014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114302133909025014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114302133909025014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114302133909025014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/03/freaky-shit-thing_22.html' title='Freaky &lt;s&gt;shit&lt;/s&gt; thing!'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114293117591445959</id><published>2006-03-21T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:43.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've come to realise something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I said I wanted a blog revamp. And that was when? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-need-blog-revamp-im-getting-tired-of.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;June 07 2005!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Revamp so long all I did was to change the bloody background colour of it. From purple to white. Oh great!

This just proves that I'm super &lt;s&gt;busy&lt;/s&gt; lazy, &lt;s&gt;occupied with school work&lt;/s&gt; not determined and &lt;s&gt;not creative enough&lt;/s&gt; a sucker in html. Hmmm... I'm used to working with html when I just started this blog. My old layouts were gone (thanks to my hard disk, crashing at the wrong time). Now, I've to do everything from scratch. Will need some time ya? Since I've got a month before school starts.

Talking about the holidays. I haven't really looked for a job cos I told myself I wanna get my room painted this holiday but that is only if I've cleared it. Too much junk ok!

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See the amount of junk in my room last year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's just terrible! Everything is everywhere!
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then look at it after I've cleared some of the junkies away.

&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Floor is cleared, table is cleared.

Now, that table doesn't exist in my room anymore. I've chucked it away since I don't have any use for it. Yeah~ And I have another table. A lower one that I use it everyday.

My room isn't very neat but at least it IS a room. Not a pig sty, according to my mum. She's the one who's stopping me from clearing my room. Cos there's this cabinet that is taking up lots of space in my room that I wanna get rid of. She says to keep it there first.

-_-

So yup, no job = no money. No money = cannot pak mahjong, cannot lim kopi, cannot go gai gai, cannot hire someone to revamp my blog for me. No money still must clear my room! Where got mood? Cham leh!

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I should make a deal with my mum. This holiday I clear my room, paint it and re arrange my furniture as well as to get a blog revamp then hopefully she sponsors my trip to Genting and KL in April. Ok, now I better go do up an agreement on this so we can both sign it when she gets home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114293117591445959?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114293117591445959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114293117591445959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114293117591445959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114293117591445959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/03/ive-come-to-realise-something.html' title='I&apos;ve come to realise something'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114248658608888488</id><published>2006-03-16T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:43.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things you might not know about me (as a kid)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still keep my baby pillows and bolster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I call my pillow 'chou chou' and carry it around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I stopped drinking milk from milk bottles at K2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still am wearing the shorts that I wore when I was a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cry like a baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I whine quite a lot to my boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can fit into children's clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I still think there is, somehow, a monster under my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My dad treats me like a 3 year old, which I have no idea why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wish I could sleep in those up-down sarong thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114248658608888488?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114248658608888488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114248658608888488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114248658608888488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114248658608888488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/03/10-things-you-might-not-know-about-me.html' title='10 things you might not know about me (as a kid)'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114236217208751725</id><published>2006-03-15T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:43.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boy says I'm still a kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Pic028.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Pic028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think it's kinda true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114236217208751725?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114236217208751725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114236217208751725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114236217208751725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114236217208751725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-boy-says-im-still-kid.html' title='My boy says I&apos;m still a kid'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114219905936833999</id><published>2006-03-12T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:43.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's 74th Chinese Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just feel like posting photos but can't possibly post for the sake of posting. So, I'm posting the photos taken on my grandma's bday. &lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy-birthday-tata.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 year ago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, my grandma was 73 years old. This chinese year, she's 74. Next, she'll be 75.

I hardly blog about my paternal cousins cos I hardly meet up with them, except on CNY. Not too close with them as well.

Hmmm... so anyway, birthday dinner was at a restaurant at IMM. Think the name was something beach. Is it long beach? I can't remember. It served mostly seafood and my poor lil cousin was allergic to most seafood. The few dishes that were veggie and non-seafood, were spicy and she can't take spicy food! Poor her. She could only eat the fried rice served at the end. But she did take a few bites of the spicy stuff. Then gulped down a whole lot of ice water. Ha!
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The people at my table excluding 2 latecomers. My maternal relatives added up to a bit more than 20 people but only 16 people turned up. Sad case.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another sad case. We met up at 7.30pm for dinner, but dinner only started at 8.30pm. Due to latecomers. Tsk tsk tsk. Birthday dinner leh, also not wedding! Haiyo.
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;老佛爷驾到！
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老佛爷 very nicely posed for the camera woman (my sis) and gave her 2400 volt smile.
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This table (excluding the male offsprings) was the old adult section. Woman in pink and green are the daughter-in-laws. Son-in-laws all not present. Tsk tsk tsk. Strictly ignore the person acting cute at the back.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The food was nice, to our surprise. As in, it was acceptable considering the fact the restaurant looked pretty much like a higher class kopitiam. Cleanliness was a problem, definitely. Terrible. Horrible. Vegetable.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But the food nice la. It was kinda weird cos my 3rd aunt was the only 'old' adult (actually I'm also considered adult la hor, but young one) at my table. The rest were kids and teenagers.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Funny thing is, we were the only family that were passing plates over to each other. We ordered 1 black pepper crab and 1 chilli crab. So we exchanged plates after a while. Otherwise, it's because we couldn't finish them, we passed it over to the older people. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't remember what dishes we had. No sharks' fins or abalone. We are thrifty people.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The restaurant played the 'Happy Birthday' song so many times. There were many others celebrating their birthdays ok? Not just my grandma hor! So funny. My table was the noisiest when the song was played. We clapped and cheered. The situation was quite funny but now I think back, super paiseh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cannot blame la. 1 table got so many choir people. Haha it runs in the family man.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My uncle's wife actually bought a cake and brought it to the restaurant. So I thought we were going to cut the cake there. But &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we brought it back from the restaurant to my aunt's place again. Like duh! What for bring it to the restaurant then? Show nice only ar? &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got cake leh! Some more my cake so big!
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Back at aunt's place, we took photos. My sister was the camera woman right? That's why she kept taking photos. But it's not possible not to take a photo with the lady in subject, my ah ma!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/DSCF2354.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/DSCF2354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
I think my grandma looks nice in blue. Heh. Whoever said old people should wear bright colours like red and hot pink should really stop lying to these old people. &lt;/span&gt;
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My sister took photo with her, I cannot don't take right? Haha see! Matching colour leh! Swee boh? My ah ma smiling more happily!&lt;/span&gt;
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Now the both of us. Haha I like this photo so much! &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last year we had 2 cakes for my grandma, this year we had just 1. This time no durian cake. But a very lovely birthday cum valentine's cake. &lt;em&gt;(This post was actually delayed for almost a month)&lt;/em&gt; Muahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;
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Romantic hor? My sister took 6 or 7 photos of just the cake alone! No idea how many roses are there. Count for me, somebody. &lt;/span&gt;
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The Empress Dowager with her lovely cake.


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Her offsprings. Can see who oldest? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Click to enlarge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
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The old adults. LOL! Ssshh.. Don't tell my mum ok?&lt;/span&gt;
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The younger people. My grandma has her way of calling us. You know the thing about old people, most of them weren't educated so they always cannot pronounce names easily. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Click to enlarge to see the different names she had for us. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
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I love this pic! Her offsprings surrounding her, and the offsprings of her offsprings surrounding the rest. Nice! Happy family!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alright, it took quite long to get this done. Time for bed. Till I blog again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114219905936833999?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114219905936833999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114219905936833999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114219905936833999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114219905936833999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/03/grandmas-74th-chinese-birthday_12.html' title='Grandma&apos;s 74th Chinese Birthday'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114114363531655789</id><published>2006-03-07T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:42.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smelly boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really dislike taking public transports with a bunch of sweaty and smelly boys. Mainly because they are sweaty and smelly.

Eh... So there was once I was on this bus towards Bishan. Coincidentally, it was some marathon event along the expressway and many school joggers boarded the bus from one of the stops after the expressway.

The bus immediately was filled with a strong stench that even a person with blocked nose could smell it. This group of 7, 8 boys, all sweaty and noisy stood beside me. A few of them got seats in front and on the other side of the aisle. I can't be more suay ok? I was fine with it since the bus was rather packed on a warm afternoon and I got a seat, so yup, no problem with it.

I was trying to get some rest, with companion of slow soothing music in my ears. Then the calmness was broken by a wet feeling I got from my right arm.

Bloody hell! One of the boys' shirt touched my arm! It was still wet (obviously by sweat!) and cold. I almost puked! I couldn't use my hand to wipe it off, otherwise my hand will be coated with their sweat. Eeeewww!!

For the rest of journey, till they got off, I never had a single moment of peace. The music I hear turned into noise and more noise. Gross! They were fidgeting the whole time! Like they couldn't stand still just throughout the bus ride.

I seriously don't mind it at all if the person next to me was





&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/400/Jackie%20Chan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;him, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/400/Andy%20sweat.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*screams out loud* HIM!! I'll be glad to wipe off his sweat for him! LOL! I mean, how often do you get to stand next to a great superstar, not to mention wipe his perspiration off? No doubt they are a tad too old for me, but I don't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course there will be another person I don't mind wiping his perspiration off for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114114363531655789?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114114363531655789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114114363531655789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114114363531655789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114114363531655789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/03/smelly-boys.html' title='Smelly boys'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114080573283384397</id><published>2006-02-25T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:42.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder is it because I haven't been crying for a long time, when I do, I just can't stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114080573283384397?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114080573283384397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114080573283384397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114080573283384397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114080573283384397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-just-cant-stop.html' title='I just can&apos;t stop'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114017895704458196</id><published>2006-02-17T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:42.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored, just too bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everybody, kindly do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Rachelyn"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; for me ok?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;See my title?&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yup, that's why.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Updated*&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I was still wondering where I heard this Johari window term before. I realised I learnt it in school! Thanks to LMS which stands for life management skills, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114017895704458196?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114017895704458196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114017895704458196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114017895704458196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114017895704458196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-bored-just-too-bored_114017895704458196.html' title='I&apos;m bored, just too bored'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-114008521742209478</id><published>2006-02-16T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:42.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>人类是自私的动物</title><content type='html'>我时常问自己，交朋友是不是一定就要交聪明的。在你生命中，你会有几个会在你有难的时候，伸出援手，或一直陪在你身边支持你？难道聪明的朋友就会成为最好的朋友吗？是不是聪明就能让你觉得有安全感吗？聪明又如何？不聪明就没资格和你在一起吗？

为什么人类做什么都只往往为自己着想？难道身边的朋友就不值得为他们着想吗？

我突发奇想，人类是非常自私的动物。就算我觉得在我身旁有许多会帮助我的朋友，但他们都是因为想利用你的好，才会这么帮你。最惨的是，那些只需要你的帮忙才来找你的人，得到了帮忙就把你丢一旁去。我相信我也是这种人。在需要的时候才去找朋友，不需要时，一点联络都没有。

我太自私了。但是，难道你不会吗？

我根本就不知道我在这胡说些什么。&lt;strong&gt;也不是在针对任何人&lt;/strong&gt;。因为太无聊，所以才用华文。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-114008521742209478?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114008521742209478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=114008521742209478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114008521742209478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/114008521742209478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='人类是自私的动物'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113993981772901760</id><published>2006-02-15T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:42.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How was your valentine's day?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like I said, v day is nothing special, I spent it by playing pool with my boy and his mum, and went shopping after that. Just like every other day.

A few days before Chinese New Year, I was out with Beibei, Weiliang and my boy at Kbox. Weiliang left after awhile and the 3 of us went shopping for CNY after that. My clothes are limited (they still are) so I had to buy new clothes, otherwise I'll end up wearing something too common or something too old. We stepped into U2 at PS and saw a sale going on. You know the thing about sales, every lady sure to get excited over it. I guess I was over-excited.

I hardly buy anything from U2, except from online, nor have I ever really stepped into any U2 outlet. When I saw their tank tops going at 2 for $20, I thought it was rather cheap. And their colours are definitely nicer than giordano's. I bought 2 then. Beibei bought some other tops as well. To date, I have 6 tank tops of different colours from U2.


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Scary, I know. The purple and orange were newly-bought. There goes 60 bucks. By the way, the 3rd one from the left is supposed to be blue! But my dad mixed his dark pants with the light clothings, my top was ruined by it!

Shopping ended and I didn't get what I needed. Girls.

The next shopping trip was held when I met Beibei at town after school. We were at Taka where I saw this top that I loved at first sight. Freaking nice!

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It is very fitting I thought it was meant to be mine! Hahaha but it cost 49 freaking bucks. I haven't got my ang bao money then so I was considering whether to get it not. In the end, I left the shop without getting it and I regretted it the whole CNY! I couldn't get any top to match my pants!! I even asked Leen to help me search for other outlets on CNY eve so I could go down to get it since Taka closed early and I was in the east area. Argh!

This top is so nice that Beibei, my boy, my sister &amp; mother (!!!) and Nana jie agrees with me. Right?

My point is, my v day was spent on shopping and eating. So after getting my ang bao money, I was so determined to get the top. Whether there's occasion or not, I'm getting it.


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And yes, I finally got it! The colour looks funny in this picture due to my bed comforter. Personal note to Beibei: Yeah!! I got it le!!!

And I know it's seriously too late to talk about CNY. No mood to go through the whole process. And I'm not interested to reveal how much I've gotten since I've spent about 1/3 of it already. Arh!!!!!!!

Stop spending money, bitch!

Meanwhile, some photos to post.
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I was bai-nian-ing at my boy's place. His relatives dropped by for dinner and I managed to see Kaikai after so long. He's such a big boy now! Don't be mistaken. He's not crying. He's &lt;s&gt;trying to smile&lt;/s&gt; smiling!


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Nah, he's not whining. He's still &lt;s&gt;trying to smile&lt;/s&gt; smiling.


And this is Jovan, my boy's nephew!
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Arhmmm...


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Mum ummuumm mmm...


Jovan, look here!
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Boo...

Ok, I have a weakness for babies.

I can't be more glad than having NO MORE projects now! I'm like so relaxed already. School is about to end, study breaks are coming, so are exams. But after the exams, I'm gonna get my room painted! I've waited so long!

The freaking projects are stressing me so much for the past weeks. And everything sort of went well. Just a few photos of my class after our presentations.


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I like this photo. And I've only recently realised how skinny my legs are. I swear I didn't have a clue about it.


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Candid? Nah, it's natural.


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/DSCN0740.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/DSCN0740.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Very nice! Find any girl or guy cute, just drop me a message ya?

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/DSCN0741.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/DSCN0741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
This is candid.


We had another presentation the next day.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/DSCN0743.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/DSCN0743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
I suggested the girls switch places with the guys, that is we stand on chairs and the guys remain on the floor or they look too tall on the chairs. But my tutor is so tall, she could just mix with the guys. =)

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/DSCN0744.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/DSCN0744.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/DSCN0744.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Let me explain about this pic. Carol and I were pointing at somebody and making funny faces. But it wasn't taken nicely.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Back to v day. I don't like flowers. I think that girls like to receive flowers because every other girl is getting them. I used to think that receiving flowers can be romantic. But they aren't practical. Like how I tell my boy about not getting me flowers, my logic was:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm making an investment. Save the money for buying flowers. Next time, get me diamonds.&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Anyway, it's time for bed and I gotta start studying when I wake up. While some of us hate v day, I hoped the others enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113993981772901760?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113993981772901760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113993981772901760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113993981772901760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113993981772901760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-was-your-valentines-day.html' title='How was your valentine&apos;s day?'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113988814667143303</id><published>2006-02-14T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:41.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm too lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or rather, too cheapskate, or maybe because my mobile is left with only limited battery level, I cannot not wish everybody&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;through this pathetic little space of mine. I still think &lt;a href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/02/couples.html"&gt;there's not really a need to have v-day since it's so artificial&lt;/a&gt;. Bleh! But I'll be out today, with my boy and his mum! We aren't celebrating v-day. Just having a few games of pool and see how the plan goes.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, that's all for now. Gotta get ready now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113988814667143303?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113988814667143303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113988814667143303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113988814667143303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113988814667143303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/02/because-im-too-lazy.html' title='Because I&apos;m too lazy'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113976584255845455</id><published>2006-02-13T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:41.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is happening to this world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Note: I'm not being rude in this entry or discriminating against the elderly and definitely NOT a sexist thingy here. Men and women are NOT equal when people always argue that we, women, can be treated equally as men in the society. Yes, maybe. But that's not the point here. Women can be equal as men in this society. But maybe not physically equal. Women has no penises, do they? Unless she's a she-male. Too bad for them. What a big digression.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So anyway, I was watching the news a few days back on these group of korean grandmothers, aged from 60+ to 70+, learning karate. I saw them breaking pieces of porcelein plates (not the ones we use to put our food. I call them plates cos I don't know what are they are really called.) 5 at a time and I was shocked! I mean, can Singaporean grannies do that? My grandma can't, I know that. It's amazing to see these korean ah mas learning such thing as a form of leisure or self-protection.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I was at Chinatown with my boy and my mum on Saturday. We saw this uncle, aged around 70, walking around Chinatown. Not big a deal ya?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He wore a fucking dress! &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now how's that sound? Big deal? He didn't just wear a dress. He wore high heels, carried a handbag, wore accessories and had a pair of dark shades on. His outfit was mainly red, thus the attraction. No wig, though. He was almost botak and his facial hair was unshaved. I don't know. Is that the 'in' thing? Everyone was staring at him, mocking him. He walked around like nothing was wrong. I'm not mocking him here. I didn't even take a photo of him to put it up here. If I did, I'll be very rude.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For a moment, I found what he did was hilarious. But I felt guilty after that. No one knew what he was thinking. He could be a lunatic or a fucking gay, for all he cares. But seriously, he's a walking-joke and it worried me to see people like him, especially someone his age, in public. People like him just bring stares. Where are his family members?? I mean, imagine your grandfather doing the same thing. You won't be pissed, you know? Instead, you'll be very worried about his mental health.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry, I digressed again. My point is men and women still has their differences. Like men cannot wear skirts. It's weird. The thing is, the world seems to be changing. Take the old man in a dress and the grannies learning karate for example. Man = woman?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like that... can men help their wives give birth in future? Women, on the other hand, can skip NS because it's really not a women thing to go through such a thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113976584255845455?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113976584255845455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113976584255845455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113976584255845455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113976584255845455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-is-happening-to-this-world.html' title='What is happening to this world?'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113948393666911188</id><published>2006-02-09T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:41.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you and have a nice day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before I start blaming the taxi companies for being inefficient on helping in-need-of-cabs-urgently callers get a cab or taxi drivers for not appearing at places &lt;strong&gt;where&lt;/strong&gt; they should be and &lt;strong&gt;when&lt;/strong&gt; they should be or my place is too 'ulu' or all three together, I should blame it on my oversleeping sickness.

I bet everyone likes to steal a couple minutes more of sleep every morning before work or school. I like it too. However, my couple of minutes will just lead me back to a deep sleep. The next time I wake up, it will be an hour later. Thus, late for school.

BUT

I'm always very late for my thursday class at 9am. Not that I'm not late for other first class of the day, I still am. But thursday 9am, java class, I can never fail to be late at least 15 minutes. I have been late for 30 minutes when the lesson is only an hour long. I've missed quite a number of morning classes till I get a warning letter informing me not to skip another.

I set 2 alarms but they can't really wake me up fully. All I do is snooze them and goes back to sleep. Snooze and sleep and the cycle goes on for another 5 times. The alarm clock will then get so frustrated that it turns itself off. Weird.

So I tried to get a cab from downstairs, but they were mostly occupied or on call. I tried dialing for a cab instead. Their operators were all so busy I could only get through at my 4th attempt. Very nicely, the operator asked for my name and location and destination. Then she told me to hold on, while she searched for a cab for me.

While I was tuned in to the modern yet classical music, I was hoping I could hear a taxi number after awhile. All I could was:

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Recorded operator: There are no cabs available. Press 2 if you want us to continue searching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Pressed 2)&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Annoying music...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Recorded operator: There are no cabs available. Press 2 if you want us to continue searching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;(Pressed 2 again)&lt;/em&gt;

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Annoying music...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
The whole thing repeated itself like 3 more times before I heard this.

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Recorded operator: Sorry, but there are no cabs available. Press 0 if you wish to speak to our customer service operator. Press 9 if you wish to end this call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;

I could have hung up, but no, I pressed 9. And I heard

&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Recorded operator: Thank you for using Dial-a-cab. Have a nice day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
I almost slammed my phone on the ground! Fuck man. You can't get me a cab and you expect me to have a nice day? Nice one!

I dialed again and the same process went on. Sometimes I just have no idea why I have to do things to agitate myself despite knowing the consequences. Shit!

Class was at 9 right? I got onto a cab at 9.20am. Great! I was just in time for the presentation though. It went well. No more java nightmares anymore. Had enough. It's time to start studying. I MUST STUDY!!

Please excuse me while I go &lt;s&gt;get my nails done&lt;/s&gt; study.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113948393666911188?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113948393666911188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113948393666911188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113948393666911188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113948393666911188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/02/thank-you-and-have-nice-day.html' title='Thank you and have a nice day!'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113882017575264955</id><published>2006-02-02T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:41.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Glorious Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, maybe not so glorious. Apart from the sumptuous meals during CNY, I had spent quite a bit on food even before getting my ang baos. I'm starting to get sick of abalone and shark's fins, unless they are the super best grade, high class restaurant quality kinds. I was refering to canned abalone. Sick! &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I prefer having simple dishes like sweet &amp; sour fish (the one my ah ma cooked, the best!) or just a simple steamboat. I can do without 'statutory' food, honest. Cos, one, I'm not any daughter of a bloody rich businessman and two, neither do I find those food delicious compared to the chicken rice at Lucky Plaza.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So just a few photos to show, in case my blog becomes too dull and quiet due to the post cny sicknesses I have and stress in school work etc. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just a day before CNY eve, my boy and I wanted to eat something good (good here means anything but food court) so we decided on Pastamania. Affordable and filling.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Prawns%20&amp;amp;%20Shrooms.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Prawns%20%26%20Shrooms.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
Prawns &amp; Shrooms lovers alert! Best pasta for you if you really really like mushrooms and prawns! I swear, the prawns are damn fresh!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Prawns%20&amp;amp;%20Shrooms%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Prawns%20%26%20Shrooms%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
Add cheese and you're ready to dig in.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Hawaiian.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Hawaiian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
Don't like pastas? Go for pizzas then. The hawaiian pizza at Pastamania is a wee bit smaller than Pizza Hut or Canadian Pizza but the cheese is nothing but AWESOME! Oh gosh!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Hawaiian%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Hawaiian%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
Super tempting can? Like cheese? Go for this!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then a few days later, my boy and I dined at Sakae Sushi for lunch and then Secret Recipe for dinner. Close to a hundred bucks just for two meals in a day.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No photos for Sakae Sushi. You can see the same thing at any sushi vendor. And it wasn't that worth. No more sakae for me. I rather eat ramen.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We both ordered Chicken Cordon Bleu at Secret Recipe. Why? Simple. Cos got cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;! A hellotta cheese, in fact!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Chicken%20Cordon%20Bleu%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Chicken%20Cordon%20Bleu%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
It's supposed to come with fries, but I had mine changed to rice cos I wanted to eat more. Haha my appetite has grown these days. I ate more than my boy, but my weight is dropping. Any idea why??? Freaks me out!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By the way, can you see the cheese flowing out from where I cut it?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;See it clearly!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Chicken%20Cordon%20Bleu.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Chicken%20Cordon%20Bleu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
It's just amazing how the cheese flows non-stop!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I kinda got sick of eating cheese n cheese. Haha now I'm craving for something really spicy. Like the BBQ sting ray my sis or dad (I can't remember) bought back. It's so damn spicy my mum was complaining. Usually adults can stand the spiciness, but my mum was like "ssszzz.. wah so hot! ssssssssszzz... *cough* wah lau!" Oh yum!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/hot!.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/hot%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
Just look at the amount of chilli on top! Mouth watering yet??&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/hot%20x%202!.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/hot%20x%202%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
I can't remember who finished it. It's really delicious and erm... red.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not forgetting desserts. Always finish up with a warm brownie out from the microwave and a scoop of ice cream on top.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(196).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28196%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;
Totally home made. Nah, not really. Brownie and ice cream not home-made. I just prepared it myself. Yummy but sinful...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's all. Want brownies? I still have a whole box of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113882017575264955?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113882017575264955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113882017575264955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113882017575264955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113882017575264955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/02/food-glorious-food.html' title='Food Glorious Food'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113819290819384751</id><published>2006-01-25T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:41.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The old man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;has done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/08/old-man-at-home.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He doesn't learn, does he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113819290819384751?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113819290819384751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113819290819384751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113819290819384751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113819290819384751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/old-man.html' title='The old man'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113803437066837171</id><published>2006-01-23T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:41.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear it's my unluckiest day ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's just NOT my day!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First, we had our IS presentation and some dumb masscommer was like "Sorry but I'm confused. I like your presentation but what is it about?" You blind or deaf ar? Slimming is the topic lah!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Second, another dumbass masscommer was like "that lovely lady in pink". What the? I mean, ya, guys can say that (like what Carol said) but not girl to girl. And what's with your fake english accent? Masscommer means must speak like that?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Third, I think the librarian has got nothing better to do than go around confiscating students' food or telling them not to do this, not to do that. Yes, we know the 1st rule is to keep our volumes down, but don't need to confiscate our food right? You hungry you say lah! I can leave a slice of bread for you. No, white bread isn't healthy. How bout a piece of lettuce?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fourth, CMA test 2 was screwed. None of the questions were familiar. It's not even the same as the tutorial questions! I was struggling so badly I almost cried and tore the paper in half. Throughout the paper, all I could think of was retest.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fifth, a girl injured me and I'm limping. Period.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sixth, I limped home wanting to watch Campus Superstar but my sis and mum were watching Da Chang Jin.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seventh, my thigh hurt so badly I can't even lift it up. Limped around at home. No one bothered to ask what happened.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eigth, so many other presentations not done and yet submission this wednesday and thursday.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Argh! Somebody please get rid of all the tutors!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113803437066837171?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113803437066837171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113803437066837171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113803437066837171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113803437066837171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-swear-its-my-unluckiest-day-ever.html' title='I swear it&apos;s my unluckiest day ever!'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113777788180216982</id><published>2006-01-21T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:41.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know, you tell me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I think the school is damn stupid! No, maybe the tutors are. But the tutors work for the school right? They both are stupid. It's because they always put submission deadlines of projects together and exams all cramped in a short period of maybe 1 week. I doubt anyone will actually start revising on the first week of school. Most probably everyone starts revision only 2 to 3 weeks before the exam. For me, I start maybe a week before.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a paper on this coming Monday, as well as 2 project submissions and 1 presentation! What kinda shitty arrangement is this? Everything is cramped into 1 short day of just *gasp* 24 hours! Never enough right? Maybe enough when our projects can be submitted on different days. But this school... Argh! And yeah, I have 2 other presentations the same week.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So if I did a count, I would have not 1, not 2, but 6 freaking school things to submit next week!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's worse is 2 of the presentations, me and my group members totally have no idea what is it about. Oh great!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And what can you say about someone who leaves the country to KL to do her shopping while her group members are struggling with a freaking huge amount of projects to deal with???&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fucking selfish, I call that someone!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You come back happy with handfuls of new clothes and shoes and whatever shit, but you're so gonna get a bad grade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113777788180216982?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113777788180216982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113777788180216982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113777788180216982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113777788180216982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dont-know-you-tell-me.html' title='I don&apos;t know, you tell me'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113750204581757265</id><published>2006-01-17T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:41.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been quiet here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My blog abit quiet hor? &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for not updating cos I'm rather busy these days, or rather very lazy. Actually is no topic to write about. So I thought maybe just post something funny up (while I go think of something to blog about) so that whenever you all pop by here, you all can just laugh over it. Ok?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/1600/Kaixin,%20Eileen,%20Beibei%20n%20Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Kaixin%2C%20Eileen%2C%20Beibei%20n%20Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. Go on! Laugh all you want! &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. That's not me on the right, by the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113750204581757265?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113750204581757265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113750204581757265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113750204581757265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113750204581757265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-been-quiet-here.html' title='It&apos;s been quiet here'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113708649657040598</id><published>2006-01-12T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:40.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is fragile, it really is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eileen has been making me think back about my past. Everything in my past came up when I was talking to her. I used to think I had many regrets in life. But now, I only have one. One regret that could probably leave me guilty for life.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aasta is my regret. I regret not spending more time with her when she was still around. I regret not telling her how much I wanted to see her at every gatherings so we can play together. I regret not hugging her and telling her I love her. Now she's gone, this scar will stay with me for life. Just because I hadn't taken the time to do the above. And I feel guilty about it.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is fragile. It's being taken away from you when you least expects it. I know I should let it go, but this is harder than you think it is if you haven't experienced a loss of your own kin. I can't help but think of her everyday.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever you want to give up your life, think about those who had no chance to live another tomorrow. Think about the cancer patients and accident victims who had to fight with the devils every single minute so that they can live another significant minute. Think about the babies who were lost at birth and those who were aborted, they all wanted a chance to live and see this world. But yet you are there thinking about ending it. Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is fragile, it really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113708649657040598?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113708649657040598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113708649657040598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113708649657040598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113708649657040598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-is-fragile-it-really-is.html' title='Life is fragile, it really is'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113656955586234971</id><published>2006-01-07T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:38.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is very late</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First of all, I would like to apologise for this extremely late post. Have been rather busy with common tests lately and I know I said I'll post the countdown dinner photos up after all my papers (which I still have 2 more to go) but I miss blogging ya.

So no more waiting.


&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The very late Christmas post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;

My class got together (well, not all though) on the 21st of December, 2005 (Yes I know, very long ago!) at Seoul Garden (Ngee Ann City) for our Christmas dinner.


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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have no idea what caption to put except that Joey looks &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;retarded&lt;/span&gt; in this photo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Joey is peeling the prawns so that I can make prawn soup for them. So nice of him. =)

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/DSC01994.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/DSC01994.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Sam Tay, Xiao Si, Me, Joey and Hakim

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Standing: Hakim, Effie, Sam Tay, Xiao Si
Sitting: Weihan, Chai Fong, Shuyan, Me

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/DSC01998.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/DSC01998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Standing: Jun Xian, Shuyan, Chai Fong
Sitting: Hakim, Terry (new classmate who happened to be Syahriah's primary school friend!), Effie

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/DSC01999.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/DSC01999.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Candid shot. What is making Terry so excited? Effie also. What thing??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The dinner lasted for 3 hours! I ate a lot. I don't know about the others though. But seemed like some of them liked the ice cream a lot. I saw them having their 2nd and 3rd servings. By the way, the prawn soup was just ok. It wasn't sweet enough because the prawns weren't fresh neither were they big.

We were discussing what to do after dinner outside Seoul Garden when Joey and I became very bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
I don't know. Wanted to try the pose for Mr. and Mrs. Smith but failed terribly. I am that short lah, that's why Joey had to bend a bit.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Ermm... F4? Funny 4.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/DSC02004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/DSC02004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
This shot came a lil quick. The rest of us behind had no time to pose.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We walked around in town, looking for somewhere to exchange our gifts. Then we saw

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
my best friend! (Private joke. It goes way back to 2004.)

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Effie wanted a photo with him so yup.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
I got cut off by her camera.


We settled outside erm.. OCBC? or some bank beside Cine. We took out all the presents and placed them down.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
All wrapped in newspaper for a tinge of surprise.

After the exchange, we walked around just a lil bit more.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Partial group pic with the footballers all over the world.

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Finally, a group photo of all of us after the gift-exchange.


Then it was home sweet home. Mr. Foo got his own car and offered to send some of us home. So gentleman. I insisted on a photo of him with his car. New car some more leh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(168).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28168%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Next time want go for supper, can ask him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Countdown Dinner @ NUS

&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;My dad's side of the family had organised a countdown dinner on the 31st of Dec 2005 at NUS Guild Hall. My mum and I initially thought it would be a small gathering but it turned out that it was a rather grand event with special lighting effects and very beautiful decor. Machiam wedding like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The guests (us!) were given pins and rings that had rotating lights in them. Everyone wore them and it was a beautiful sight.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(186).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28186%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is my mum's ring (Mickey mouse) and pin (Easter rabbit. Erm... wrong occasion hor? But who cares? I saw pins that read 'I Love You'.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(187).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28187%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Close up of the easter bunny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(188).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28188%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
This is my mickey mouse ring. Notice that there are 3 colours (red, blue, yellow) whereas my mum's only has 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My sister kept her ring in her car and wore mine instead. Then after a while, my mum said "Wah yours very nice hor?", took it, and gave my sis her 2-light-only ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(189).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28189%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
We were given light sticks to put around our wrists and necks (if you prefer). These were mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(190).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28190%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
My donald duck pin. Haha. Poor donald, the light was too bright.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The dinner was supposed to start at 7.30pm. However, it started only at 9pm. Worse than wedding! Because it was supposed to be a countdown dinner, the organisers were trying to drag the dinner all the way to 12am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know, usually you attend wedding dinners, they have a plate of peanuts on the table as appetisers before the dinner start. But this dinner damn special. They had 2 bowls of chilli. 1 is sambal, the other is cut green chilli. Wow. How nice.

Next, when the emcee first spoke, he spoke like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"Okay... Pleeassee... get sitted... The dinnneerr iss about toooo start... We're allll hungreee..."

He's so not suitable for an emcee.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first dish, if I didn't remember wrongly, was Korean Ginseng Chicken soup. It was HEAVENLY! The ginseng was at least 30 cm long and the ingredients inside really were generous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then the next few dishes (some I forgot) consist of Black pepper beef, Deep fried prawns with fruit salad, Grilled cod fish, Abalone &amp; Scallop with some veggie plus tofu &amp;amp; mushroom, Crab beehoon, last but not least, the very special Fruit platter. It was so special that my cousin thought the watermelon was some very precious fruit. (Notice the sarcasm) But overall, the dinner was FANTASTIC! NUS standard leh, not even a hotel restaurant! The dishes were cooked like restaurant style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Throughout the dinner, there was karaoke for all of us. Just that the sound system sucked big time. My cousins were brave enough to sing a few songs (much to our pleasure) with more than 120 people as the audience. I didn't have that sort of courage when my relatives asked me to sing. There was a girl who sang like she was in a church choir. Just imagine Charlotte Church singing Avril Lavigne songs.

And there was beer drinking competition. Winner gets to go USA. Wah seh! Damn shiok. But is upper serangoon area.

Then there was a funny-face competition where photos were taken and showed onto the screen for us to laugh at. Then the photos were voted.

There were lucky draws as well. But none of my family won. My cousin did though. And HE won a traditional lipstick pouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;

Let's just skip to the countdown part. This is taking too long.

The emcee was trying to drag the last 30 min before 2006 by saying things that no one found interesting. During the last minute, all of us stood up, waiting for the signal so we can all shout 10, 9, 8 and so on then HAPPY NEW YEAR! But NO! The emcee didn't que us at all! He counted down from 3! So he went 3, 2, 1. And he wasn't even shouting though the mic. The next second, my sis and I were like "HUH!? Like that arh?" And that's how we entered into the new year. Unexpected and a complete anti-climax. Bad emcee!

Now, for my new year resolutions.
I wish for world peace!

And I found out that my resolution wouldn't work because I saw this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(191).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28191%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some guy &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(my cousin)&lt;/span&gt; got his face wrapped up in the table napkin that all of us had and decorated himself with party hat, light sticks and lit-up rings. He sat there, hoping that no one would notice him. But wrong!


I proudly present...

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/1024/Image(192).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28192%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The new age terrorist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Come on lah! Terrorists must have long beard and messy hair and most probably has a minimum of 3 moles on their face meh? The new age terrorists won't attack with guns and rifles. All they do is flick light sticks in your face in this outfit, and you'll be pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113656955586234971?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113656955586234971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113656955586234971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113656955586234971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113656955586234971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-very-late_07.html' title='This is very late'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113644199055422694</id><published>2006-01-05T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:37.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only 1 paper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just had my Cost &amp; Managerial Accounting paper in the morning. All I can say is hope I pass, haha. I have 3 more papers to go yet I'm here slacking away. Watching japanese drama "Shotgun Marriage" for the 4th time now. How bored can I get? At least better than studying right?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To all my friends having their common tests, 加油，がんばって, persevere!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Especially to Beibei, let you know that I'm always free to hear your complains and whines and cries. Don't worry about school. Everything will be fine. =)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. Countdown dinner photos will be up pretty soon. Expect them up here by the 12th. I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113644199055422694?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113644199055422694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113644199055422694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113644199055422694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113644199055422694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-only-1-paper.html' title='It&apos;s only 1 paper!'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113607100759140863</id><published>2006-01-01T07:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:37.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Yawns*&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's 7 freaking.10 am! I didn't specially wake up so early to enjoy my new year. I just finished a game of mahjong which took 5 hours just to complete 2 rounds. Not my fault arh. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My aunt called us up yesterday, asking if we wanted to play mahjong. My mum, sis and I were at a family countdown dinner (more about it next post). We agreed. The dinner ended at 1.30am. Then we went to pick my aunt and my lil cousin up.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My aunt claimed that she hasn't touched mahjong for a long time, and the rules that we usually played were stricter so she wasn't sure about many things. So ya, the culprit was her but I don't blame her lah. Cos I good mood.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I never win money lor!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neither did I lose. Hahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So ya, I'll blog more about the dinner next time. After I get sufficient sleep and completed my revision!! But limited pics though.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113607100759140863?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113607100759140863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113607100759140863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113607100759140863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113607100759140863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/very-happy-new-year.html' title='Very Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113584215502727245</id><published>2005-12-29T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:37.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was just wondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why people actually use their own genitals or the other gender's genitals as a form of vulgarity?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For example,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Cheeb** lah you!"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Fuck you, cheeb**!"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"You lanji** bin!"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and many more, which I can't think of already. Who knows what these people scold nowadays?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Cheeb** is vagina, and lanji** is penis)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But seriously, whenever I hear someone, probably a 14-year-old girl, shouting her own genitals at somebody IN public, I hope that her cheeb** rots!! It is not wrong scolding such things (I used to say cb before but no more now) but definitely not in public with your volume turned to the max.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's embarrassing! No? You want attention, not this way at least. You may run around naked and get all attention you need, but please cover your face. But you don't go round shouting "cheeb** lah you..." at your friends (loudly) to gain attention from the nearest yandao or chiobu. It turns people off, seriously. However, if you are trying to attract some ah beng or ah lian, then maybe that's the only way. Otherwise, shut up.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You don't live in your own world. You live in &lt;s&gt;a world&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;  Singapore with 4 other million people. It's a childish behaviour.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This one time, I saw a girl (around 14 years old) dressing up like some gothic freak, hanging out with some ah beng looking guys in town. They were joking about something. When she noticed that I walked past, she shouted "Cheeb**! Ni qu si la (you go and die lah)!" damn loudly. Way louder than their laughter. So attention-seeking lor.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;First is her dressing attention-seeking. Then she shouts the &lt;em&gt;mighty&lt;/em&gt; word. Eeeyerrr...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You say it out of anger, fine lor. Say it for fun, then I can say "Very fun meh?" But it's all up to you lah. Not scared will tarnish your image, then go ahead lor.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So Beibei and I were discussing about this topic over msn. I was telling her why people can't just say vagina and penis? Why must it be in dialect? At least our malays, indians and angmohs can understand. Funny thing is, there are other races who say that too! I haven't heard any angmohs saying cheeb** and lanji** though.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beibei said vagina and penis sounds so medical. So I told her if she hear anyone say "U smelly vagina" then it must be a doctor who said it.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;She laughed and our topic changed abruptly.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;By the way, why do people say "Lanji** bin (penis face)"? What does it really mean? Your face looks like a penis?? Hmmm... I mean... how is it physically possible?&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps. I hope this entry doesn't sound too offensive or obscene.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113584215502727245?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113584215502727245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113584215502727245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113584215502727245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113584215502727245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/was-just-wondering.html' title='Was just wondering'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113574029431878075</id><published>2005-12-28T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:37.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hahaha I know I haven't really talked about how I spent Christmas yet and my friends keep asking me how was Christmas and how many presents I got and stuff. So I thought might as well just blog them out.


&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eve of Christmas Eve&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
I was invited to my boy's family BBQ where a few of his closer relatives get together. The BBQ was held at his cousin's condo.

His cousin gave birth to a super cute baby boy, Jovan, 5 months ago. And when I saw him sitting on the sofa, I thought he was at least a year old.


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See!! Very big size hor? Machiam King Kong like that (now my boy keeps calling him King Kong). His thighs were thicker than my arms!! Kong bu leh!

Don't know why he almost crying in this pic leh. By the way, I taught him how to hi-5. I'm so proud of myself!


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That's him grabbing my fingers. Almost the same size already. Muahahaha!


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He fell asleep on my boy's chest. Like how I do sometimes.


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Too comfortable? Once my boy puts him back into the baby trolley, he starts crying.

So the BBQ began with lots of chicken-mid-wings, pork cutlets, big prawns, stingrays, hotdogs, fried bee hoon, curry chicken and lots of wine and beer. I think I fell in love with Asahi. And I think my drinking skills improved. Muahahaha!

The BBQ was a sinful one, but very satisfying.


Remember him? My boy's cousin, Kaikai. He's 1 year and 3 months old already!
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Very beng right? Next time grow up sure like xiao hun hun.


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/Pic013.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Pic013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
He's trying very hard to smile. End up looking extremely cute.


Updated photos of him!
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Now he's dressing up like an ah beng but acting cool. Got mao wang, Elvis, look not? Like damn wu seh like that.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/Pic011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Pic011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
This photo looks rather artistic. Like he's looking out into somewhere, searching for something. But why the pacifier???&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christmas Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My grandma (dad's mum) invited my family over to her place for a buffet. And usually Christmas Eve would be spent at my mum's brother's place but this year, the dinner was postponed to Christmas day itself. So we were free on the Eve and went to my father's mummy's place.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We had lots of wine and champagne. I was holding it pretty well. No flushiness (is there such word?), no redness and no drowsiness. Yeah! But my mum can't touch liquor at all! Otherwise...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/Pic004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Pic004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
She will turn out like a tomato! Very smartly, she wore red so that her redness won't turn out too obviously.
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our Christmas eve was spent drinking and talking and watching tv before me and my boy left to watch King Kong.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Christmas!!!

&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Spent at Uncle's place. No pics taken. Not much activities for the night. Christmas was never the same without her...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
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But did spend some quality time with my boy after that.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Presents!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah... yes. Finally. It's 2am and finally I'm finishing.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some of the presents I got for Christmas...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

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2 handbags&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black&lt;/em&gt; - gift from my mum.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pink&lt;/em&gt; - gift from my aunt.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/Image(179).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28179%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
2 perfumes&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Armani&lt;/em&gt; - gift exchange with classmates&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hugo&lt;/em&gt; - gift from my sis (I guess she found out that I have been using her Hugo perfume without her consent (oops!), thus she bought me 1 instead. )&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

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Random things&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silver acrylic bowl&lt;/em&gt; - kop-ed from my mum's presents cos she doesn't use it&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little doggy notebook&lt;/em&gt; - gift from Effie (very sweet of her to get each of us individual gifts. Actually there were a few other chocolates, but I finished them already. =P)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elephant bookmark/paperclip and Ritter sport chocolate&lt;/em&gt; - gift from aunt&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chrome earrings&lt;/em&gt; - gift from myself (Bloody cheap! $2 only!)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crystal necklace&lt;/em&gt; - gift from my mum's Godma&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were lots of chocolate. (Note: were)&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/Image(177).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28177%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Not forgetting a final pic of all my presents. Oh, and 1 more. My nokia 6680 which I used it to take these photos, bought by my mum. =) I'm a lucky kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113574029431878075?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113574029431878075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113574029431878075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113574029431878075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113574029431878075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-summary_113574029431878075.html' title='Christmas Summary'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113565324298996363</id><published>2005-12-27T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:36.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons, I have.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have my reasons for posting up things that may sound rather awful and may end up offending people. Of course I have thought them through damn thoroughly before I post them but some people just thought I just post them up without thinking or using my brain. Seriously, I'm no offender. I just wanna get my thoughts straight and let my close friends know what is happening around me. But due to certain restrictions (eg. I wanna bitch about somebody, but I can't, knowing that she will read my blog, and I don't wanna hurt her feelings &lt;- Carol mentioned this before as well), I can't do it freely.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So whoever interested about what this post is about, just private message me in MSN and I'll gladly explain everything to you guys, ya?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;For now, I gotta get ready for school which I'll be late and I've informed Syah already. Projects lah, what else? Then study when I get back. I miss blogging!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Study hard, my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113565324298996363?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113565324298996363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113565324298996363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113565324298996363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113565324298996363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/reasons-i-have.html' title='Reasons, I have.'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113550127978707466</id><published>2005-12-25T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:36.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-hate-2004-christmas-i-seriously-do.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I missed a step on the staircase at my block and sprained my foot and spent Christmas at home (*crys out loud*).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And to add to my clumsiness, I wasn't even wearing heels! I was wearing slippers! Where can you find a 2nd person who is capable of spraining her foot when she's wearing just slippers?? I have never sprained my foot when I'm in heels before though. I bet that would hurt even more.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It was a rather awful Christmas. Other than the pig trotter I got as a present, I was then attached to... urgh... forget it!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So anyway, I just woke up (yes, at 4.16pm) cos I spent my previous night out watching King Kong with my boy and only reached home at 7am. The show is DAMN COOL!! VERY NICE! And I watched the Chronicles of Narnia too. It is VERY NICE as well!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I'm gonna declare...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;KING KONG IS THE BEST MOVIE IN YEAR 2005!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why not Narnia, you wonder? Cos King Kong made me cry more. I was crying from the start to the end. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cried when Ann needed to resort to stealing an apple cos she hasn't received her paycheck;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when the whole crew on board the ship found out they were heading to an undiscovered island where nobody knows what dangers are situated there called Skull Island; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when 1 of them were killed with a spear the natives shot; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when the natives held humans down and hit them with a stone-like weapon attached to a stick on their head; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when the big-herbivorous-dinosaur fleed from the smaller-and-meat-eating ones and they fell off the cliff by accident; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;when 1 old man sacrificed his life to protect the tripod stand for the camera and was eaten by dinosaurs;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when King Kong fought with the short-handed T-rex-es in order to protect Ann and got bitten by them a couple of times; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when King Kong was attacked by an army of blood-sucking bats which surrounded him; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when King Kong became a money-making creature and selfish human beings hunted him down with Chloroform; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when King Kong was limbs-locked with metal chains and put on stage as an exhibit; when King Kong was shot by the army while he was playing with Ann on the ice; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when King Kong was shot by those dumbass fighter planes when he climbed up that tall building; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and especially when King Kong slided off the building that was over a hundred stories high when he already lost his strength to hold on any further due to the gun shots he received and and died; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and when idiotic journalists took photos of the dead King Kong and the police were showing off that they were the ones who took the great animal down.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn't stop crying. The storyline was sad but there were a few scenes that could make you laugh till your tummy aches. This could most probably be the 2nd movie after Passion of the Christ that made me tear so much. I cried even more while watching Passion of the Christ even my ex-supervisor who sat 10 seats away but in the row below me could hear me. It was that bad.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, yes, I've declared King Kong the best movie of the year. Go catch it!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Meanwhile, I have to leave home soon and you guys enjoy your Christmas. I hereby wish everyone of you&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113550127978707466?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113550127978707466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113550127978707466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113550127978707466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113550127978707466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-been-year.html' title='It&apos;s been a year...'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113515120401600982</id><published>2005-12-21T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:36.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last time I hated someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;People ask me, "Do you have any enemies or anyone you really hate?"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I think it through. And I replied, "It's not within my control if people hate me and consider me as their enemy, but it's definitely within my control to hate someone. But no, I don't hate anyone because it's tiring. I choose to forgive and forget and live a happier life. It's not healthy to live a life full of hatred."&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First thing, how would you know whether you have any enemies or not? Maybe you have received threatening notes or seen a pighead hanging on your house door, then I can say you really have enemies. But the last time I received a threatening sms was back in secondary school days and that matter has been settled already. Otherwise you wouldn't really know who dislike you some way or another. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Second, if you really did something wrong that made people dislike you, then it's your fault that you are being classified as their 'enemy'. So maybe just put your pride down and perhaps apologise to her. Don't avoid or hide from the person you hurt. Face her and give a proper apology. (By this time, I think things are getting really ambiguous so I should say &lt;strong&gt;this concerns my friends outside school.&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, back to the last time I hated someone. Like I said, it happened way back in secondary school. (Read: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/11/ah-lian-days.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My ah lian days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) Now, it's all over and we all made up. I just wonder where she vanished into cos I don't see her anywhere at all.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then suddenly I thought of my best friend, Kaixin. Hahahaha! We used to gossip about people we see-already-not-happy and laugh over it during lunch. Like how we gossiped about this person who is so damn arrogant and stuff and then we see her somewhere and pretend to be friends. That was childish man. But hey, we grow out of this. So now, whenever I see anyone I know or I've talked to or maybe even strangers, I will show them my 2400 volts smile (with 100% willingness) but if I'm in a grouchy mood, maybe just a 2 volt smile.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My new year resolution:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just 1 will do. Bring a smile to everyone so I can be happy too. If I'm able to make people happy, I will.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So... be happy people. Whatever happens is probably fated. Just a test that God put you in. My mum is probably going through the toughest time at work right now and I (though I'm not as devoted as my mum towards my religion) pray for her, hoping that everything turns out fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113515120401600982?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113515120401600982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113515120401600982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113515120401600982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113515120401600982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-time-i-hated-someone.html' title='The last time I hated someone'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113501679872257968</id><published>2005-12-20T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:36.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before 2005 ends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I wanna watch King Kong and Chronicles of Narnia otherwise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-wanna-watch-phantom-of-opera-tot-i.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this year will turn out like the last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Very sad not being able to &lt;s&gt;say&lt;/s&gt; scream

"[insert movie title] is the best movie in year 2005!"

before 2006 arrives.

I'll be watching Chronicles of Narnia this coming Thur (first release in theatres) with my mum, my aunt, my lil cousin and my boy! Hee!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then soon after, I'll catch King Kong when I've got enough money. Ha!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1 month ago, I watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-shit.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;discovered my clumsy twin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. And I watched The Descent with Weiliang 2 wednesdays ago at a VIP theatre. Big sofa seats and only 50 places. Hee! The show pretty much sucked but it did freak me out (plus the other audiences) at certain parts.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I intended to scream "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is the best movie in 2005" but seems like many people gave King Kong a better rating so no more chance for HP. Maybe next year ya?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, so anyway, I have so many things to do before 2005 ends. I have no new year resolutions yet though. Maybe at least get my driver's license! (delayed for half a year already!) and then save up to $110 a month so I can afford my own car by hmmm... 21? Let's hope my mummy wins the $2million Toto first prize then I can skip the $110 a month saving thingy.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1 more thing. Somebody told me this "Be nice to people who appreciate your goodness." In this world, it really doesn't pay to be a nice person. It is hard to find a person who is nice and does everything without asking for anything in return. Why let your selfishness and insensitivity cause hurt to this nice person?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Enjoy the study break, my friends.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS. Nana jie, don't let that selfish person ruin the beauty of your kindness. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113501679872257968?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113501679872257968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113501679872257968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113501679872257968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113501679872257968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/before-2005-ends.html' title='Before 2005 ends...'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113475521027566964</id><published>2005-12-16T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:35.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be void of emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was on the bus to town when I saw a taxi, crushed at the boot area pretty badly, along BKE. I felt a deep sadness in me. The image of the taxi driver sitting by the road side, crying and chiding himself flashed through my mind. This skipped to another scenario where his family of 5 were waiting for him to bring food back after a day's work. But they never would have thought the accident happened and they will have to go without food for a period of time. I could see children crying and the wife comforting her depressed husband.

This made me tear.

Maybe I'm thinking way too much, but I've seen such cases on documentaries and nobody really can understand the exact feeling. I felt I could. It could be an experience that caused an emotion breakdown in me. Or maybe I was able to put myself into their situations.

Even as I'm typing this, my emotions lost control. Maybe it's not just the accident alone that resulted in my emotion breakdown.








On a happier note,


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/maltese4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/maltese4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Here's a puppy to cheer me up.


My boy brought me for dinner at Braddell on Wed. He claimed the beef hor fun and crispy noodles were the best. I didn't quite believe his exaggeration.

Now I do.


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/Image(140).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28140%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Crispy noodles. The noodles are fragrant and crispy. Even when it is dipped into the gravy, the taste was yummy!


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/Image(141).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28141%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
This is the beef hor fun that made my boy go "Hen hao chi!" It is very delicious indeed. The ingredients were generous. This pic was taken when we were eating halfway.


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He said he never fails to eat the special chilli sauce they made. Very nice also!

If the food tempts you, just make a trip down. Take mrt to Braddell. Take the right exit and you will see a Shell station. Walk down that lane. When you smell fragrance, just follow that trail.


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I like this photo =)


Ever seen Finding Nemo?

Well, I found Nemo at Suntec City.

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That's Marlin (her husband) and Coral (his wife), the clownfishes. Coral sacrificed herself to save her children. Power of a mother's love.
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Together, they produced Nemo (and many others of course, but they got eaten up), who swam out into the sea and was captured by human beings.

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This is Dory, the dory fish. She helped in the search for Nemo. Has amnesia though. But hey, she's a fish that can read English.
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This is erm... their friend?

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And this is the great white shark!

Nah, I'm kidding.


Let's talk about today. I had a notsonice day at first but recovered after that. And it's my mum's D&amp;D tonight. Theme: Zoo (of all things!!!)

My mum said her superior liked the zoo. Thus, having their dinner there. -_-" Oh yeah, with the monkeys and elephants.

D&amp;amp;D is for people to dress up, not for them to look stupid in their animal costumes. So my mum didn't want to look stupid and opted for normal clothes instead.

She made me come back from school at 1pm so I could help her see whether her hair nice or not! Just like that! Nah, I helped with the makeup as well.


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Mummy getting ready for the dinner. It's been a long time since she dressed up nicely and had her hair done so it's natural for her to be a lil vain.


By the way, you can see a white towel hanging from the top of the window right? That spot was where the air con used to be at. Because my sister's air con spoilt, she took off my mum's air con! Haha how nice! But my mum never used her air con, so might as well give it to her. Thus, that white towel covering.

Then from the mirror image, you can see a pink cloth with cartoon designs on it right? It's a temporary curtain cos the blinds are spoilt. Hahahaha!


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Give her some time la hor? Gu gu ji bai leh! (once in a long while)

Oh yes, I must emphasize this. See my mum's watch? It's not just a watch with a clock face. It has chunks of cute pendants hanging there, 1 including a clock pendant. It's not easy to see what time is it with this watch. Cos you have to search among that chunks for the clock pendant before you can see the time. And that watch is heavy la! That watch is $139 (but mummy got it at half price hee)!


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She took such a long time until I was bored.


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/Image(153)copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; WIDTH: 194px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; HEIGHT: 286px" height="286" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28153%29copy.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/Image(152).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; WIDTH: 240px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; HEIGHT: 180px" height="221" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28152%29.jpg" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Input (mum, clothes, hair &amp; makeup) -&gt; Process -&gt; Output (a beautiful mum)


While she enjoys her dinner at Zoo (my sis thought was Zouk initially), I had my date with my boy.


I had a craving for ramen months ago!

I finally got it today!

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Char Siew Ramen from Suki Ramen @ Cine. I used to hang out there so often I can sit back at the same place 4 times.


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My boy's spicy char siew ramen. Wanted to take a nice pic of it but he had already started eating.


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Makan time!


Yes, but now its bed time for me. *Yawns* Goodnight people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113475521027566964?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113475521027566964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113475521027566964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113475521027566964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113475521027566964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-want-to-be-void-of-emotions.html' title='I want to be void of emotions'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113448456338020513</id><published>2005-12-13T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:35.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please grant me my Christmas wish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently, I added a message to my MSN nick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"All I want for Christmas is a pup maltese."

Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://leenz87.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; messaged me in MSN.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E: and dat is so expensive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R: wat is?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E: 1 pup maltese LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;
R: haha i know
R: that time did u go farmart with me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E: ur 1 pressie = so expensive
E: LOL
E: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R: $1200 lor
R: 1 month old&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E: and dat small maltese is SOOOOOO damn cute
E: so small
E: YAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R: YUP!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E: OMG!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R: oMG!!!!!!!
R: i wan it sooooooooooooooo farking much!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E: arrrr!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ever seen 2 girls talking about 1 puppy they saw at Farmart 2 years ago then talk until so high not?

My cousin has a maltese, Weihan has a maltese, Sam Yeo has a maltese and Blog Princess, Xiaxue, has one too! Why I don't have??
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In case you're wondering,
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/maltese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/maltese.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This is a maltese. The pup maltese (not this one though) that I saw 2 years back at Farmart was barely a month old. It was just the size of my hand! Very cute! The shop owner let me hold the pup in my hand. When I put him down, he started to whine. Awww... *sob*
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&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/maltese2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/maltese2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Short fur,

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/maltese6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/maltese6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
long fur,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;also very pretty. Mei mei hor?
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/maltese3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/maltese3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Won't very cute meh????

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/maltese5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/maltese5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
I want a pup maltese!!!! I want to call him Casper, the friendly dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know a pet is a commitment. I have to bring it for grooming, spend lots on dog food, bring it to see the vet and stuff. But once I get my mum's approval, everything will turn out fine.
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;See more pictures &lt;a href="http://americankennel.org/maltese/photoalbum/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alright. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.opendiary.com/entrylist.asp?authorcode=B374687&amp;mode=&amp;amp;searchrow=32&amp;chaptercode"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beibei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; messaged me in MSN and said she could get me malteser chocolate in replacement for my pup maltese.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;

&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/malteser%20chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/malteser%20chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
This is maltesers chocolate, if you didn't know. I wonder why they named it maltesers.


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And our conversation led to her telling me &lt;a href="http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=B374687&amp;entry=20151&amp;amp;mode=date"&gt;her long long ago ancestor was Qin Shi Huang.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L(stands for Libei): my long long ago ancestor hor... is Qin Shi Huang... -_-&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R: really? how u calculate ar?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L: not calculate one... we got the family book...
L: the family tree those kinda book
L: den got state... our 1st 1st ancestor is the ah kong of Qin Shi Huang&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R: hahaha who is qin shi huang ar
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L: ...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R: some emperor izzit?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L: 1st emperor of china&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R: oooohh... den qianlong leh?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L: ...
L: qian long is the 3rd/4th king of Qing dynasty la&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R: i dun even know got how many 'chao' in the chinese history
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L: i oso dunno&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L: lol&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R: chao = dynasty... hahaha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L: but i noe qin shi huang is so called becos he's the 1st one to rule a unified china&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R: got ming, qing, ling, bing, ning, fing, ging, hing, ying etc n so much more&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L: -_________-
L: u're crapping&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R: cos i see always endd with ING&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L: NO la...
L: lol&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R: got huang chao?
R: or kong chao?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L: no&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R: or cai chao?
R: wahahahah!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L: no
L: got song, tang&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;R: cai chao sound so weird... no wonder dun have&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;L: wei, jin,
L: HAHAHAHA....
L: sounds like a plce where u put al the vegetables&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seriously, if there was a Cai Chao, I would be pretty ashamed of my own surname.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113448456338020513?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113448456338020513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113448456338020513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113448456338020513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113448456338020513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/please-grant-me-my-christmas-wish_13.html' title='Please grant me my Christmas wish!'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113315676613317539</id><published>2005-12-06T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:33.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cannot take it anymore!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First, I hear people saying they can't date freely due to religious restrictions such as Christians cannot date Buddhist or any other religions.

Now I'm hearing news like people from a certain church CANNOT date people who don't go to the same church.
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK???&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I heard it from somebody saying that whoever wants to be attached,&lt;strong&gt; has to seek approval from their caregroup leaders&lt;/strong&gt;. OH MY! What approval?? Like "Oh he isn't from our church, so you two cannot be together" kind of logic? The lovelorns will start having underground relationships then. Where is the freedom to date?? What happened to this world?? Talk about human rights. The more you control them, the more rebellious they get! Get it?

I'm feeling really shitty. I'm pissed. I'm agitated. Very indeed! I'm seeing my friends breaking up because of religious reasons. What is wrong with being together? WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE OF DIFFERENT RELIGION GOING TOGETHER? Just because they are not from the church, they cannot be together??? Might as well die!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not that I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/02/2-days-back-went-shopping-with-syah.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;discriminating against other religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; or what, I just don't see why young people at my age can't date freely. We are young adults. We are definitely old enough to know what is right or wrong; mature enough to handle situations like heartbreaks and stuff. The reason the church gave for restricting their people from dating others of other religion is &lt;strong&gt;they don't wish to see them going through heartbreaks and become sad. &lt;/strong&gt;Fuck! We learn from heartbreaks dumbasses! What are you talking about??&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really have nothing to say about that whatsoever church. I heard enough about it and all its restrictions. Please excuse me. I have to go cry now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113315676613317539?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113315676613317539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113315676613317539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113315676613317539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113315676613317539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-cannot-take-it-anymore.html' title='I cannot take it anymore!!'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113380092995723861</id><published>2005-12-05T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:35.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a great weekend with my sec school friends. We hung out in town, shopping for Prom stuff and went kboxing. It's my second attempt to blog out this post, hope nothing bad happens ok? So many things happened the past week and I'm so excited to blog it out. Please.

&lt;u&gt;1. Shopping for Prom&lt;/u&gt;
Not for me though. It's a big day for Beibei, Jacinta and Huilin and some others I know. So I went to meet Bei, Jac, Huilin, Fangxian and Weiliang in town. Bei and HL were looking for their ideal dress and the rest of us were erm... their image consultants??


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That's Huilin with her famous pose. I have no idea what we were doing in the stationery section of Taka when they were supposed to look for dresses.


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Huilin with her famous pose and Weiliang with his cute retarded smile.

We proceeded to the ladies section at level 3 and saw this really adorable baby. Weiliang teased him and the two became good friends. Wow! Wonderful! The baby was simply too adorable. I couldn't resist taking out my phone to get a shot of him even though his mummy and granny were around.

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There he is! Cute! I took a video of him as well. He was sticking his tongue at us and spitting so Bei told him it's not right to spit. All he replied was nod his head profusely, telling us we are wrong. Stubborn!
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We wandered in town till 8pm before heading down to Sembawang to get Bei's ideal dress. And &lt;a href="http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=B374687&amp;entry=20148&amp;amp;mode="&gt;she met with a salesgirl with fucked up attitude that left her so pissed.&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;2. Poly kakis photo whoring&lt;/u&gt;
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Siti is my schoolmate cum classmate cum friend cum neighbour! We live in the same block! The day I first saw her, I asked her where she lived and found out she actually lived just 2 floors down! Small world!


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Syahriah looks different, doesn't she? She looks chinese ya? Fairest, fairer, fair.


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My poly kakis. That's Carol on the right. She's norwegian-chinese! Hehe. I always wanted to be a mixed blood. Perhaps half an ang moh. But I'm born pure chinese. And I'm proud of that too. =)


&lt;u&gt;3. Kboxing
&lt;/u&gt;We planned a Kbox session for the 6 of us some time after the shopping trip. But Weiliang was down with a sore throat so he couldn't join us. In the end, only 5 of us went.&lt;/span&gt;
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Hulin showing off her choir skills by starting on the first song. Bravo!&lt;/span&gt;
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Next, Jac joined in.&lt;/span&gt;
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Then it was Bei's solo. Don't see her small small no strength, her voice is powerful.&lt;/span&gt;
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Look! 2 pretty girls and 1 erm... sleeping beast??&lt;/span&gt;
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Qiang jing tou (translation: snatch camera screen?)&lt;/span&gt;
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Oops! M18!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/DSCF2073.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/DSCF2073.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Another M18 wor! Moral of the story: Don't be camera shy. Your photo might turn out like this one.&lt;/span&gt;
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Group pic! Rach, Bei, Jac, HL and FX. Oh yeah, he woke up already.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4. &lt;s&gt;Christmas&lt;/s&gt; My own shopping&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Christmas is nearing, time for shopping. My mummy is over-generous. She is getting gifts even for the aunties and uncles ie. her siblings. So she is always worrying she doesn't have enough gifts. Before she could spend on the presents, she already splurged on lunch at Jack's Place. Me, my mum, my aunt and cousin, Daphne dined at Bras Basah JP. Then we proceeded to Raffles City mall after that.
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Beautiful, isn't she? Her spectacles tinted pink colour ok? Quite hip hor!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Haha this reminds me of an incident. She was disturbing my Sunday sleep and I was so groggy I tried to use my hand to push her away from my bed. Instead, I hit her spectacles and it broke into 2. Muahaha and she didn't scold me for it. Ok, digress.&lt;/span&gt;
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Me and my lovely little cousin, Daphne.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She is 10 and almost my height already! Why like that!?!? If she continues to grow at this rate, she will be 1.7m at my age!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I ended up looking for my own things instead of helping my mum shop for christmas gifts. I got myself a new bag. Then I left shortly after to meet my boy. How nice of me.
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&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;5. The case of the murdered crab&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Two men went to catch crabs at idunnowhere. They caught quite a few of them and gave 3 of them to Mdm Ang. Mdm Ang's daughter likes to eat crabs so she decided to kill the crabs and cook them for her daughter.&lt;/span&gt;
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This is the crab that met his fate that fateful night.&lt;/span&gt;
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Mdm Ang with the crab shell. Poor guy. He just lost his shell.&lt;/span&gt;
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Poor thing. Hanging on for the last few seconds of his crabby life.&lt;/span&gt;
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Almost there, my friend. The torture will be over soon.


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The fate of the crab. Murdered and cooked.


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All for just one person. Me.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6. Prom nite!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prom is THE day for girls to look drop dead gorgeous with their sexy dresses, stunning makeup and hair. The day (which is tonight) has come for Bei, HL and Jac. The 3 of them chose me to be their  *gasp*  makeup artist. I was even more nervous than them on their Prom.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So Bei, HL and FX came to my place first. I had to do HL's makeup first before she leaves for Clementi to meet her friends to get her hair done. And that FX was sleeping on my sofa while I worked on his girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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That's Huilin in her ohmygodsohotbareback dress! She looked stunning!&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then she left after awhile. That leaves me and Bei. So I helped Bei do her nails. That girl... I have no words to say. Right after I painted her nails, she started sms-ing on her phone. The polish hasn't even fully dried yet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After painting her nails, we went to meet Jac at G3 Salon to get their hair done.
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That's Bei's hair. It looks weird here cos it's not completed yet.&lt;/span&gt;
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Still on the way. A pity I didn't take a finish product of her hair but it looked great!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/Image(126).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Image%28126%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
This is Jac's. Very lovely curls. I also want!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Warning!&lt;/strong&gt; Hold your breaths (and prepare tissues in case your nose bleeds) while I present the 2 lovely babes!&lt;/span&gt;
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Jacinta and Beibei!! Very pretty right? Look at their figure! Look at their hair! And look at their makeup!! I'm so proud of myself. Wahahaha!
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because Beibei looks seriously stunning tonight, I insisted on a solo pic of herself. &lt;/span&gt;
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There she is. Make my nose bleed. I love that shawl so much. So did she. I bought it for her =)&lt;/span&gt;
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Someone shamelessly tried on Bei's dress and asked for a photo of her taken. If you do not wish to torture yourself, close this window now. If you can take it, scroll down.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I proudly present...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;










&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/yours%20truly.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/yours%20truly.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Yours truly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113380092995723861?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113380092995723861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113380092995723861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113380092995723861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113380092995723861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/photo-galore_05.html' title='Photo Galore!'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113379186430696600</id><published>2005-12-05T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:34.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I skipped dinner for this stupid post but Blogger is so damn fucked up! Now the whole complete post plus photos are gone and I have to upload them again!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bloody hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113379186430696600?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113379186430696600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113379186430696600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113379186430696600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113379186430696600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-fuck.html' title='What the fuck!'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113345483226892145</id><published>2005-12-02T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:34.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly I thought of her</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And tears start to fall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113345483226892145?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113345483226892145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113345483226892145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113345483226892145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113345483226892145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/suddenly-i-thought-of-her.html' title='Suddenly I thought of her'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113328426735997016</id><published>2005-11-30T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:33.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photolog part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah my 1st photoshortlog. But still considered lah hor?&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Prom Nite Dec 6, 2003. If I didn't remember wrongly, the ticket for Prom was $35. It was held at a rather cheap but nice hotel which I've already forgotten the name. So I remember shopping with my mum for my prom stuff where she was even more fussy than me. Haha and my dad was my chauffeur (like spell wrong hor?) for that day. Danny was our prom king. That's the guy on the 8th pic, green shirt. =)&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Click to enlarge)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Steamboat with choir people, 2004. It's always wise to invite me to steamboats cos I can do the cooking for you and you just sit there and wait for food to be served. Muahaha but I don't do peeling of prawns. That is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://onwingsoflove.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desmond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s job.&lt;/span&gt;


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&lt;a href="http://furiousflame.blogspot.com"&gt;Kah Liang&lt;/a&gt; 18th Birthday Party at his place, 2005. He invited all (not exactly all, but 'all' here stands for the usual gang) of us. He prepared the steamboat soup himself. Wow! And the food was great!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok end of part 1. More will come soon, I guess. Wait til I get the camera from my sis then I can take photos of the photos I took last time. My desktop is dead. I can't use the scanner either. Thus, using the camera method. Meanwhile, something lame.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-=ЯΛCHΣL=-™ Harry Potter. So cute. says:
btw, thur kbox u wan ask more ppl?
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;~^^~beibei~^^~ [] -- says:
anything la...
~^^~beibei~^^~ [] -- says:
shui bian u...
~^^~beibei~^^~ [] -- says:
just tat cannot hog mike nia
~^^~beibei~^^~ [] -- says:
hahahha!!!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-=ЯΛCHΣL=-™ Harry Potter. So cute. says:
den dun wan
-=ЯΛCHΣL=-™ Harry Potter. So cute. says:
haha i wan hog mike
-=ЯΛCHΣL=-™ Harry Potter. So cute. says:
i hog la. u give up lor
-=ЯΛCHΣL=-™ Harry Potter. So cute. says:
hahaha
-=ЯΛCHΣL=-™ Harry Potter. So cute. says:
i be bad guy on thur
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;~^^~beibei~^^~ [] -- says:
dun wan!!!
i wan hog oso!!!
~^^~beibei~^^~ [] -- says:
lol&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-=ЯΛCHΣL=-™ Harry Potter. So cute. says:
haha den ask them bring their own
-=ЯΛCHΣL=-™ Harry Potter. So cute. says:
muahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;~^^~beibei~^^~ [] -- says:
-_-
~^^~beibei~^^~ [] -- says:
diao&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Lame until Beibei sian of me already lah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113328426735997016?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113328426735997016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113328426735997016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113328426735997016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113328426735997016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/11/photolog-part-1.html' title='Photolog part 1'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113315448823357991</id><published>2005-11-28T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:31.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to cook fantabulous prawn soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll be your guide to heavenlicious prawn soup for today. First of all, prepare the ingredients below.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) Chicken stock (soup made by boiling chicken bones, onions, carrots, celery stalks and other stuff. but you can buy ready-made chicken stock paste in supermarkets.) &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Medium-sized prawns&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That's all. So let's start k?&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 1:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/IMG_1727.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/IMG_1727.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't de-shell the prawns. Throw them into a pot of boiling chicken stock soup. You may wish to add an egg or two to your own liking. Leave the prawns to boil in the soup. The soup will turn slightly red like the next pic.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/IMG_1728.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/IMG_1728.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
See? A lil red already. (You can ignore that piece of sushi in the background. It's not needed.)
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 2:&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After you see the prawns getting cooked, you remove them from the soup.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remove the shells and head but keep the tail on. Discard the shells but NOT the prawn heads! That's the sweetest part of the prawns.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 3:
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/IMG_1733.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/IMG_1733.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Throw the prawn heads into your frying pan. Stir fry them for a while til you see them turning slightly burnt. SLIGHTLY only!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 4:
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Throw the fried prawn heads and the prawn meat back into the boiling soup. The sweetness from the heads will be mixed in the soup. Leave them in till you see the soup getting redder and redder.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Step 5:
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Tadah! Very red and sweet-tasting prawn soup. You see? There's really no need for other ingredients. Just prawns will do magic. Unless you are allergic to seafood then that's a lil wasted for you. (Sorry leen, lol)&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P/s. If you want it sweeter, use more prawn heads. Go try and you'll be touched to tears. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now will you excuse me while I go indulge in my prawn soup. Bagus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113315448823357991?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113315448823357991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113315448823357991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113315448823357991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113315448823357991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-to-cook-fantabulous-prawn-soup.html' title='How to cook fantabulous prawn soup'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-112974622399548635</id><published>2005-11-27T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:27.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything gets better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 2001&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Nokia%203210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My very first handphone. I was a secondary 2 student. I remembered rushing home after my first day of school 'cos my dad said he will bring me to buy a phone. I was so proud of myself because I paid for it myself. This phone actually cost me a freaking $68 then. I couldn't even get a proper $20 a week as allowance. It took me quite a while to save up. It was the exact same colour casing as the pic. Becos there weren't any nicer colours and I didn't want black as my sister was using black. 3210 was the 'in' phone then.


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Half a year later...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Nokia%203310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I never liked the outlook of Nokia 3310. When it came out, my dad bought it and as a 'kid', I wanted new things. And also, I saw a senior of mine using this phone as well and I thought it was pretty small and handy compared to 3210. So I exchanged my 3210 with this drop-10-times-also-won't-spoil phone.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I spent quite a lot on this phone by buying fanciful, cartoonie and transparent casings. I also changed the lights from a dull and ugly yellow to bright and attractive crystal blue with rubber keypads (that goes 'tak tak tak' when you press) to show off the lights. Ha! Pasar malams provided these wonderful and cheap services. My friends did the same to theirs. I just didn't spend on modifying the ringtone volume. Level 5 could kill my ears already.


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still in 2001...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="290" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Nokia%208250.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nokia 8250 came along and I wanted to change to it because I saw my sister using it. I never really owned this phone. There was a thing for exchanging handphones with our classmates so I exchanged it with a friend for a week.


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2002, Secondary 3...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="305" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Nokia%206510.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This baby is so small can? I think it's the smallest phone Nokia came up with. I saw a classmate using it and I was so envious. But then a lot of people complained that the inbox takes close to a minute to open when it has only 100 messages. I used to like helping my friend delete her messages.


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2003, sec 4...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/Nokia%206100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The slimmest phone from Nokia arrived in town. I knew I loved it before I met it. Just nice, my contract ended and my mum agreed to let me upgrade it and to get this gorgeous thing. So I got it for $198 after discount at M1. Damn cheap! Cos I know when it just came out, it cost quite a bit.


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2003, Prom nite...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/SE%20T610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prom nite!! Everyone is so excited over it! Nice dresses, nice make up, nice hairdos. Must take photos! Because my then-current phone (Nokia 6100) has no camera, I borrowed SE T610 from a senior. This phone is mostly metal and it's beautiful! The buttons are so nice to press. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And guess where my 6100 landed in? Kaixin borrowed it from me to prom nite. So we were sitting together and she was using my phone while I used the red one above. How weird.


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 2004...&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/Samsung%20E700A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Samsung%20E700A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I bought this darling for $768. It was bloody ex but I loved this phone to bits even though &lt;a href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/06/suayness-is-contagious.html"&gt;it died out on me 5 months back.&lt;/a&gt; I loved this phone so much that I paid deposit for it without my mum's consent. When I told her the deposit will be forfeited if not purchased, she bought it for me even though I offered to pay half (I started working already that's why got money). It's still kept nicely now and I will send it for servicing once I've got extra money to spare.


&lt;strong&gt;During my E700A days...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6119/485/320/SE%20T630.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mummy bought this phone at $38 after upgrading her contract. It was an alternative phone for me. I used to switch between this phone and my E700A every now and then. But now it's in my aunt's hands 'cos her samsung died out on her and my mum very nicely gave it to her. And I had no spare phone when my E700A died!


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No E700A days...
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/Nokia%206220.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Nokia%206220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got this as a spare from my boy. He actually sold this off already but managed to borrow it and lent it to me. I was complaining so much about this phone, until I got
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/Samsung%20X430.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Samsung%20X430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this one... X430. Scary phone I tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/09/boo-hoo.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It lags when you sms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Enough said.

&lt;strong&gt;
&lt;a href="http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/06/phones-anyone.html"&gt;My dream phones...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/Nokia%20N70.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; WIDTH: 237px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; HEIGHT: 186px" height="204" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Nokia%20N70.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/Nokia%206681.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; WIDTH: 169px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid; HEIGHT: 191px" height="269" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Nokia%206681.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;

Simply gorgeous! But they are meant to be in my dreams only. =(

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Current precious...
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/640/Nokia%206680.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/158/8816/320/Nokia%206680.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
Even though I couldn't get either of the 2 phones above, I still got this. Pretty and erm... big. I like big-screened phones. I like having big stuff. Big bag, big phone, big wallet, big pencil case blahblah. I wanna get big accessories for this phone too. But abit too business-like to have linglinglonglongs hanging hor?

So ya, this post sums it all; Everything gets better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;*Update: I realised my current phone is 10 times more expensive than my very first phone. Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-112974622399548635?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/112974622399548635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=112974622399548635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/112974622399548635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/112974622399548635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/11/everything-gets-better.html' title='Everything gets better'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113248937316445551</id><published>2005-11-20T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:30.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Campus Superstar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, I was at Bishan Junction 8 with my boy and he told me he saw Hong Junyang and Sugianto (finalists of Project Superstar). I really liked Junyang's voice and I wanted to see him in person. So my boy brought me to the auditions area.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That place was packed with students in uniform and their friends. All little kids. I didn't see any JC students. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I saw this dunno-boy-or-girl (cos I was standing far away and I'm *sob* short) on stage answering some questions the judges asked. They requested him/her to sing a song by his/her idol, which was Jolin Tsai. That person started to sing 'Shuo Ai Ni'. I'm not a Jolin fan, in fact, I dislike her to a great extent. That person sang it way out of tune. My boy and I left immediately. And I didn't get to see Junyang at all.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were then waiting for the lift with some 3 other sec sch boys. The lift came, we entered. 3 girls came in after us. 1 of the sec sch boy started to sing! I was like WHAT THE HELL? So buay paiseh! Wah lau! The funny thing was, he was obviously trying to get attention from the 3 girls but none of them bothered. So me and my boy were giggling by the side and I so much wanted to laugh out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;loud. That boy didn't sound bad in fact, but he was erm... not very good looking(according to my boy). Maybe that's why the girls weren't the least turned on by him.&lt;/span&gt;
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Campus Superstar is so fun. We have a chance to take part if our ambition is being a superstar. As long as we wear our school uniforms, we can register and take part. So easy! Primary students, secondary students, JC students, poly... erm wait! Since when poly had school uniforms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113248937316445551?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113248937316445551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113248937316445551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113248937316445551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113248937316445551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/11/campus-superstar.html' title='Campus Superstar'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113233387100795603</id><published>2005-11-18T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:30.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So today I was at Jurong Point with my boy and my mum catching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. My mum had to step away for awhile so me and my boy had to wait for her before we enter the theatre. I leaned over the railings on the 3rd level. In my hands were 3 tickets for the show.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guess what?????&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dropped the tickets!!!!! Dropped them down all the way down to the 1st level!!!!! I was like "Oh SHIT! OH SHIT OH SHIT!!!"&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You can never find another person as clumsy as me. I was pretty sure I held onto the tickets quite firmly. Then it dropped. And I stared at it drop. So my boy had to take the emergency stairs (because the escalators were too packed) down to pick it up. Poor guy. So sorry sweetie. When he told me to keep an eye on the tickets, my eyes never left sight of them. I stood there staring at the fallen tickets, didn't even blink once.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so damn nervous because the tickets so happenly fell on some tidbits counter on the 1st level and people were looking through the tidbits and stuff. I could see some looking at the tickets.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"HARRY POTTER, 18 Nov 2005, 19 h 00" brand new tickets and absolutely free of charge. Who don't want to take right? But I figured those who saw the tix weren't any fan of HP. So I was glad.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My boy picked them up and came back to the 3rd level. PHEW~&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After that, I laughed non-stop about how clumsy I was.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;By the way, the show was great. I rate it 4.5 stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113233387100795603?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113233387100795603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113233387100795603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113233387100795603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113233387100795603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-shit.html' title='oh shit'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113224372666518772</id><published>2005-11-17T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:29.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My dad says</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fuck. It's kinda amusing yet weird to hear a 60-year-old man saying this word. Though it isn't like a great deal to most people, it definitely is to me. He didn't say it like "Oh fuck. He missed that goal." He was like "He wants to play fuck with me, I'm up to it." Someone has definitely got him all flared up.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It's even weirder to see my dad pointing his middle finger at (*gasp*) my mum! I felt hurt and angry when he posed such a behavior in front of me. It is not right for one to point middle fingers at his/her spouse neither is it right to point it in the presence of their kids. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I almost screamed FUCK OFF in his face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113224372666518772?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113224372666518772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113224372666518772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113224372666518772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113224372666518772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-dad-says.html' title='My dad says'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113210250160511644</id><published>2005-11-16T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:29.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah lian days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whoever wants to know why I was alone during class this morning, without my kakis Syahriah and Carol, now can finally know the answer. I'm tired of telling people one by one in school the reason why they were absent. Pardon my buay-song-ness. Anyway, it is because Syahriah and Siti has joined NYAA (National Youth Acadamic Award, or something like that) and they had to go to Suntec for some event this afternoon. That's why Syahriah and Siti (but no one asked about her) was absent. As for Carol, she was sick. Simple enough. Thus, one-man-show for me today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I wasn't sian because they weren't around. I was freaking tired. Damn morning classes!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyway, I used to be quite a 'lian' way back in sec sch. I looked lian, I dressed lian, I talked a lil lian but I &lt;strong&gt;wasn't&lt;/strong&gt; lian. I think this is what people call "buay lian act lian". Haha but I know my kind of face back then, I used to get stares from gang groups of both bengs and lians. They either have the "Eh, you want to join us not? We can 'zhao' you!" or "See what see?!" kind of face. Do I look like I need to be 'zhao'?&lt;/span&gt;
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I dislike gangsters which contradicts the fact I used to think they were pretty cool. They looked like they damn wu seh walking with their arms swinging and their gelled up hair and garang guni slippers. Not to forget, the thick gold chain that hangs around their neck. The thicker it is, the more seh you got. Haha. Walk also got wind one.

I used to have a word of vulgarity in almost half of my sentences for a period of time. (I'm so ashamed to even mention) I used to say "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cheebye&lt;/span&gt;" alot. I said "&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;" even more. I didn't even know what fuck meant then. You can't blame me. Now I know, I &lt;s&gt;don't&lt;/s&gt; still say but extremely little. Now you can only hear me saying "f...fff...fish" man. Otherwise I'll just mutter it under my breath when someone pisses me off. I'll never shout it out loud.

I remembered when I was in sec 3, some girl, &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;, was a thorn in the flesh in class. It happened like this. We had a chinese class test. We didn't really study for it. So most of us cheated. (My class was notorious. We talked back to teachers and vice principal and fought bravely for students' rights. But still lost.) There were 40 of us and our teacher (Ms Oh) stepped out for awhile after we started on the test. Almost the whole class made eye contacts with one another and asked for answers. So &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt; was sitting beside me. We exchanged answers with other friends a bit before Ms Oh walked in. Ms Oh sensed something wrong.

The next day, she came into class damn unhappy. She didn't allow us to sit down once we have greeted her.

"Those who didn't cheat yesterday can sit down." Ms Oh spoke up after a minute of silence.

That sentence made us feel very guilty. I didn't sit down. So did 30 of my other friends. The rest sat because they truly didn't cheat. But 1 girl sat down disgracefully. That girl was &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;. We were so pissed! She had the cheek to sit down. I asked her in a harsh tone, "Why you sit down?"

"I didn't cheat what" was her answer.

I wanted to slap her! Damn bitchy!

So Ms Oh reprimanded us and lectured us about integrity. She even cried and walked out of class. Some of us were crying, including me.

We apologised and were sent for detention. Yup, the whole 30 of us. The detention class didn't have enough space for us so the vice principal opened another class. We were having a great time then. Other friends came to 'visit' us and helped us buy food. We were doing homework and eating at the same time. When the VP checked on us, we hid our food and continued with our work. Damn fun! I miss those times...

Since then, the class totally lost trust in &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;. She was boycotted by us and no one talked to her.

Apparently, rumours of me talking bad about &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt; started. She started to stare at me and talk bad about me or write awful things about me in her notebook. Once, she threatened me through sms on Christmas. I was at my uncle's place for a celebration. I got the sms in hokkien. I couldn't understand what it meant so I asked my cousin to translate it. So I got to know what the sms contained. It went something like "Go fuck with a dog". Really awful. She even threatened me not to go to school on the 1st day of school as it will be my doom's day. (Ha!)

I told some close friends about the sms. We laughed about it. We thought she was just threatening.

On the 1st day of school (start of sec 4), when we already ended classes, I was walking out of school with my friends. I saw &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt; and a boy (boy leh! not guy, not man) outside. She was telling him, "That's her!" (Hahahaha I cannot stop laughing at this point of time. I kept thinking how funny the whole situation was.) That little boy, about 14 years old (I was 16) just shot a whole load of vulgarities at me. All that CCB, XL and stuff. What else more I also don't know. All I heard was a rather high pitch voice shouting and shouting. &lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt; was standing beside him and smiling. (Like what for??? Smile cos she's got a xiao didi to kajiao me?) All my friends and I did was laugh all the way to the bus stop. Muahahahaha!

According to my friends, she was in some gang which I forgotten the name. But definitely not any I've heard of.

Around mid sec 4, we started talking again. There was a exercise to mix around and clear any misunderstandings. We shook hands, made up and hugged. Awww... So sweet right?

Wow, that was a huge digression!

What I'm trying to say is I have got into lots of trouble because how I looked back then. I was always with a buay song face whenever I'm alone. Not a slight smile you can find. I don't even appear friendly. Street surveyors don't approach me. Nobody sits beside me in buses. Hahaha. Quite bad right? But I'm better now, more friendly, more smiley, more nice. And very emotional too. I wanna cry when I see old people lying on the streets and begging. Now I have ren qing wei. Unlike the old me. Throw away lah!

One more thing. I hate it when people call me ah lian. I AM NOT ok?

I can't figure out how to end this post. So erm, bye?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7690016-113210250160511644?l=rachelyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113210250160511644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7690016&amp;postID=113210250160511644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113210250160511644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7690016/posts/default/113210250160511644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rachelyn.blogspot.com/2005/11/ah-lian-days.html' title='Ah lian days'/><author><name>Rachelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05539619737743157251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v244/shoko/Narcissism/blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7690016.post-113173011210755549</id><published>2005-11-12T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:23:29.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice cubes make me think</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I was playing around with a glass of coke with ice. I tried to push the ice cubes down to the bottom of the glass with a straw. The harder I tried, the more disappointment I got. Simply because ice cubes float on water. And for being stupid, I tried even more. Then I realised something about ice cubes. These ice cubes actually represent problems that we face in our life. It seems that no matter how hard you try to push them away, they still surface, like it's impossible to get rid of them. You push one down, the rest at the bottom will come up. I looked quite dumb trying to push them all down.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I start to think about all the problems I had and am facing right now. I sat there, and thought silently. I almost lost myself. 18 years of my life passed so quickly but painfully. Some
