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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-523818711306191723</id><published>2008-09-29T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:34:09.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ain't these enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;... I don't think it's enough -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;apparently, today i had real bad luck charm close to meh. Let me tell you how did my day go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;10:30AM or so : In the car, going to school. THEN, only i forgot to bring water and shuttlecock. Went back to take and got scolded by my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;10:49AM or so : Got out of my mom's car and was drinking a can of cold milo. Wee Chien was holding a bottle of cold water and said, 'This water damn cold lah!' and i wanted to show her that the other bottle of water wet my shirt, too. And, mistake repeated from the carnival day, i didn't notice that milo can was in my hand and i '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;ter-poured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;' it at the left side of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;pants. So, i had to wet my pants with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;COLD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;water and wait for it to dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;11:50AM or so : My pants was still a little bit wet but most of the milo stain was all gone except for some parts. Then, this really unsurprising conversation started ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Eugene :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Hah! You've got Milo stained all over your pants and your Nike shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Wee Chien &amp;amp; Lena :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;**started LOL-ing.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;How do you know it's milo? You wouldn't know. Maybe it's shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Eugene :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;**stares weirdly at me** What else is brown? Or maybe your period comes from the front lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Chien and Lena :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; **starts laughing harder**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Bryan :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;**points at me** I know you from somewhere.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Andrew G. :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;From Choir lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Bryan : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh yeah, from Choir. Come to my house later. Play PS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;What the heck? I don't wanna play PS. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Then, they dudes went to Ajima. Me, Lena and Chien played badminton while listening to hitz.fm. Evetually, we got crazy and started laughing. I was playing and playing and started to sweat A LOT. Let me recall what i told my mom earlier in the car ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Mommy, after fetching me you can go straight to KLCC. I'll try hard NOT to sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mom :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Then, now i'm sweating too much. Mom came and got into the car. apparently, i had to go to klcc covered in stinky AND sticky sweat and milo stain. ain't that "awesome"?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This ends today's post. i could sense this week is gonna be a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;LONG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;week, again.. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2757457415485029912-523818711306191723?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/523818711306191723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=523818711306191723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/523818711306191723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/523818711306191723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/aint-these-enough.html' title='ain&apos;t these enough?'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-5722924385766654794</id><published>2008-09-25T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T04:51:53.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tryna figure out this life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;OMG. EXAMS. Just what i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; need. Exams is a good yet bad thing in my class. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing #1 : Tak payah belajar. [There's no need to study in school lah.]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing #2 : Tak payah bawa beg yang berat ke sekolah. [There's no need to carry a freaking heavy bag to school]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing #3 : Dalam peperiksaan, kalau apa-apa soalan tak tau buat, tembak/bazooka je lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; That's pretty much it.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing #1 : Belajar kat rumah, tak belajar gagal, bagi ibu bapa chop la. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad thing #2 : Tak boleh bercakap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bad thing #3 : Kalau siap kertas soalan awal, tarak apa-apa buat, terpaksa tido je. tak boleh dok dok ngan kawan - translation : dok-dok = talk.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; subjects. {Gosh, how am i gonna get through this test without getting chopped by my parents?!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Worst sub #1 : ERT. I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;SERIOUSLY DESPISE&lt;/span&gt; this subject.it's so complicated and boring.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst sub #2 : Sejarah. It's not that it's boring, just that... There's no imagination in my head when it comes to this subject.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Worst sub #3 : Geografi. Never get along with it, never will.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst sub #4 : BM. not alone that i 'dislike' this subject but i also hate the teacher who's teaching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I still have GOOD teachers to survive with. and my tuition ! xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end of my post for today. Well, I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;THOUGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of blogging more frequently about my TYPICAL life. So, I'll be PRACTICING to blog more.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Eventually, i told my mom i actually have a major terrible behavior in school like saying insulting words. And she was like, 'You better change or else it'll turn into a habit and people will look down on you.'&lt;br /&gt;Then, i thought about what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought #1 : I'm trying to change already, before i told her the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Thought #2 : It ALREADY turned into a habit.&lt;br /&gt;Thought #3 : People already look down on me. They said i can't beat my classmate, SynysterJoeClarenceChenGates  a.k.a ClarenceChenHengJun in football. Which was extremely true because HE plays football almost like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;EVERY DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. And so far, i only played &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;TWICE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&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/2757457415485029912-5722924385766654794?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5722924385766654794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=5722924385766654794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/5722924385766654794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/5722924385766654794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/tryna-figure-out-this-life.html' title='tryna figure out this life.'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-4824418544230294737</id><published>2008-09-22T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T04:42:19.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;u&gt;1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;3. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves a comment, letting them know they got tagged and to ask them to play and read your blog.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting time? 9:52PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name? &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rach Ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisters? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nawhs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers? One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size? 7 or 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live? Sri Petaling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite drinks? Drinks that can get me sugar hiigghh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite breakfast? bread/ cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam in the ocean? nope but wanna [=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school? almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart? erhm. well... x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair? LOL. totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call? nope. i'm single and not heart broken (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails? hm. yeaah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your room like? currently under construction x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's right beside you? Now? My hand phone and the lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the last thing you ate? Hm. Fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have You Ever :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Yeap. everyone had, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitches?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»  &lt;/span&gt;one of my biggest fear. nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken nose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;  NO. and i don't wish to have one -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;  maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like picnics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; oouuuu... yes !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you danced with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; My imaginary friend, the craziie dancer (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person who made you smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Lena and... Clarence, i think [pissed him off (;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today did you :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to someone you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; yes! Lena &lt;3&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; I kissed a cup! Hey, my lips TOUCHED it (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; I got tummy ache. Is that considered sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to an ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; I'm single and not heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Yeap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best feeling in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Friends. They make me feel all good, inside, outside =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Yeaap. And I'm proud of it. xd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's under your bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; marble floor -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; 9:59PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Random&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;» &lt;/span&gt;Yeaahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»  Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want children:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Yeap. In the future of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; No idea. I do laugh over 5 times a day =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your hand-writing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; NO. i write senget senget laaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are your toenails painted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; yeap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Nobody's. But if you say JUMP. Everyone's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What colour shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;» Black. One of my fave. shirtie =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 7:00pm yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Hm.. eating dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till:&lt;br /&gt;» Elizabeth's bdae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you cry last:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;  yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a friendly person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; erhms.. I don't think I am..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any pets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;  Hope to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; At home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt;  Not always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Posting this taggie post =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; HAHA. Nope. but sounds really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you handle the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; maybeeee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; depends.. but most of the time, my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people can you say you've really loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you eat healthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Not really. I love fruits but I love choco, too (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;» &lt;/span&gt;I'M SINGLE. DO I HAVE TO REPEAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Yesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you go to church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; Not once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; My closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»&lt;/span&gt; See if i'm happy or emo-ish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;»  &lt;/span&gt;most of the time, NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5things I was doing 10 years ago..(1998)  :~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-being a noisy baby?&lt;br /&gt;-cry for my hungry-ness&lt;br /&gt;-having afternoon nap&lt;br /&gt;-play with my BARBIE dolls?&lt;br /&gt;-always make my mum scold me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 snacks I enjoy :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chips&lt;br /&gt;- Choco&lt;br /&gt;- Sweets&lt;br /&gt;- Fruits&lt;br /&gt;- Biscuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 things I would do if I were a billionaire :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Buy a bigger house for me and my family&lt;br /&gt;-Shop til I drop =]&lt;br /&gt;-Donate to the need-help-people.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; give some to my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;-Travel around country with my family,friends &amp;amp; my lover &lt;333 size="4"&gt;5 of my bad habit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Laugh too loud&lt;br /&gt;- Snack too much&lt;br /&gt;- Too lazy in school&lt;br /&gt;- To lazy to study&lt;br /&gt;- Scream too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 places I have lived in:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- K.L&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag this 7 lucky people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;- Any blogger who's bored enough to do absolutely ANY crap right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To Kok Yin and Audrey : Officially UPDATED! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/2757457415485029912-4824418544230294737?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4824418544230294737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=4824418544230294737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/4824418544230294737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/4824418544230294737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/tagged.html' title='tagged..'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-8738748035927079679</id><published>2008-08-29T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T09:45:35.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we did it perfect ;]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;...Yeap, we did it real perfect. If you're wondering what I'm talking about, I'll tell you my story.&lt;br /&gt;Today was Hari Koko a.k.a Co-curriculum day. Saujana choir had to perform;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there - Walking onstage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; song&lt;br /&gt;Only You - First song [lively indeed!]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belaian Jiwa - The last song when Shiao Yen sings her solo [which was totally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Anyway, when i reached school this morning at like 6:45AM, I wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;s in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;credibly tired and sleepy. Went to the Dewan Terbuka and gathered with the other presented Choir members and we went straight to Bilik Perabot. After a little fooling around and warming up, Chien, Chloe, Mab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;el and I got hungry. So, we went to the canteen to eat. In the canteen, Timothy starts telling stories about prefects and his form 1 life so some of us just listen. After that, we went b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;ack into the bilik perabot and started making noise until... about 9 something, Mabel told us to change into our hideous outfit. Yes. Hideous. It looked like as if we're workers in a hotel or something. That's for the girls outfit. The boys were looking so comfortable with their all-black outfit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SLokh1KdlKI/AAAAAAAAAiw/dNAAywqK5AU/s1600-h/DSC01296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SLokh1KdlKI/AAAAAAAAAiw/dNAAywqK5AU/s320/DSC01296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240541280024237218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Us girls in that hideous shirt and black bottom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SLokh6Sr0GI/AAAAAAAAAio/9kl_fVYRzZw/s1600-h/DSC01297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SLokh6Sr0GI/AAAAAAAAAio/9kl_fVYRzZw/s320/DSC01297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240541281400901730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Boys in their all black outfit and gold/yellow tie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SLrCz-xooTI/AAAAAAAAAjI/n2L2OtgmAho/s1600-h/DSC01295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SLrCz-xooTI/AAAAAAAAAjI/n2L2OtgmAho/s320/DSC01295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240715314679292210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sabahlou dokin something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Then, it was like 10 something to 11AM. We prepared for our performance and it was the last performance to end the event. At 11 something, we walked to the backstage, some of the girls in high heels including me, and waited for the next 3 performances to end.&lt;br /&gt;As the time reaches nearer, Chien and I became feeling nervous. But we used Mabel's and Shiao Yen's ways to cool down. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And successfully, we did! Just in time for the performance.&lt;br /&gt;We walked in, girls first, singing I'll Be There and everyone had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;their eyes on us. But, like Feh Fan said, we're singing to our conductor, our lover, Yvonne and no one else. Sabahlou told us to think of it as if we're practicing. So, we did and we sang. The second song, Only You, we received a great respond. And finally, Belaian Jiwa, we sang until Shiao Yen's part. She sang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it like she's in practice awesomely. After her amazing, blown-away solo, everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;clapped&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ed &lt;/span&gt;as if their in a concert. We finish the song and bowed.&lt;br /&gt;Then, the happiness began to wheel in. To our much surprise, the students were clapping and cheering &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;louder&lt;/span&gt; than when we performed Jalur Gemilang. Seeing the respond, of course everyone of us was happy.&lt;br /&gt;Back in the bilik perabot, Sabahlou said, 'In my three years of performing on Koko Day, this year is the most &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;successful one&lt;/span&gt;!'&lt;br /&gt;That made us feel good. It means we did it &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;perfectly&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;successfully&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Getting response like that, it was like a once in a lifetime chance. I would seriously do it again. Even though the performance made us felt nervous, it was still fun and unforgettable. As we sang, I forgot most of our outfit issue and about all the eyes that were on us. Sighs. Un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;til now, I still can't forget the moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Anyway, later that day, during tuition, it was Audrey's Birthday!!! Kok Yin brought the leftover, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;delicious Secret Recipe Chocolate Cake. And... Ms Aimee came!!! After cutting session, we started fooling around, playing with cream. Yang kena terbanyak tu... Nicky!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SLq-2uqgItI/AAAAAAAAAjA/FkfA2IsFiN8/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SLq-2uqgItI/AAAAAAAAAjA/FkfA2IsFiN8/s320/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240710963847504594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The lucky winner ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SLq-2aMDY3I/AAAAAAAAAi4/6yPmBrGU20w/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SLq-2aMDY3I/AAAAAAAAAi4/6yPmBrGU20w/s320/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240710958351082354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Kok Yin and Ni Kol trying to add more 'spices' to Nicky x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;After that, I took some pictures, too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SLrC0MFehoI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Xtk0T0bN5II/s1600-h/DSC01299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SLrC0MFehoI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Xtk0T0bN5II/s320/DSC01299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240715318252177026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Singing Happy Birthday to Audrey ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SLrC0LHiZQI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NtdBKPvZkeo/s1600-h/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SLrC0LHiZQI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/NtdBKPvZkeo/s320/DSC01298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240715317992383746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Audrey's d.e.l.i.c.i.o.u.s chocolate cake ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Our lucky tutor, Mr Chew kena-ed, too. Everyone in Form 1 Math Class kena-ed. Even Kah Hoe, the innocent one. But the prize goes to Nicky. Who is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REAL LUCKY&lt;/span&gt;. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2757457415485029912-8738748035927079679?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8738748035927079679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=8738748035927079679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/8738748035927079679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/8738748035927079679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/we-did-it-perfect.html' title='we did it perfect ;]'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SLokh1KdlKI/AAAAAAAAAiw/dNAAywqK5AU/s72-c/DSC01296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-2954113601748608666</id><published>2008-08-18T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:32:29.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>enjoying life as it comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Today was like any other day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;except&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;it's holiday but I still have to go to school for choir practice. Fine, fine, I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;not complaining because it should be fun. Woke up like 7:45am this morning and got ready for school. I was lazy to tie my hair so I just got dressed and wait for my dad. After he got prepared, we went to fetch Wei Yen and off straight to school!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;At school, we practiced warming up with 'La' or 'Ma' notes. Suddenly, Eugene came and there were two dudes following him. Apparently, those two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;strangers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;were not from our school but are Eugene's friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;. Katherine saw the taller one and said, 'Why is Delon doing here?!' and Chloe was like, 'What? He is?' looks around, 'Oh! I dunno why is he doing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;here also!' befor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;e I co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;uld even register who is Delon, Pn.Shirley c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ame and 'halau-ed' us to Dewan B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;acaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;We started practic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;ing again and Feh Fan finally finished the warming up lesson and taught us h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;ow to sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Only You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;. First, it was the Bass and Tenor dudes turn. So, the Altos and the Sopranos were all s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;cking and lepak-ing around. Me and Chloe took some random pictures, too ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKpSOb1SY7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Kbyn82x6rM8/s1600-h/DSC01317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKpSOb1SY7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Kbyn82x6rM8/s320/DSC01317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236087924714529714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;delon and bryan with their psps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKpRCgbZeoI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/0xTZXURS8cE/s1600-h/DSC01318+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKpRCgbZeoI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/0xTZXURS8cE/s320/DSC01318+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236086620278061698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;me and chien staring into space while chloe just came back into reality x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKpPl2g6KZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/YEO_pqjDpvQ/s1600-h/DSC01315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKpPl2g6KZI/AAAAAAAAAhI/YEO_pqjDpvQ/s320/DSC01315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236085028478921106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bryan; one of the strangers xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKpL4InDUpI/AAAAAAAAAgs/fPNkxanXRqY/s1600-h/Dsc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKpL4InDUpI/AAAAAAAAAgs/fPNkxanXRqY/s320/Dsc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236080944527659666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;introducing, Eugene Kwan, the pervy x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKpJ7cSXBhI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5vHZSPcOMbc/s1600-h/DSC01318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKpJ7cSXBhI/AAAAAAAAAf8/5vHZSPcOMbc/s320/DSC01318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236078802325931538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the picture says it all x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKpK0qnKWYI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/4K_swfn4URM/s1600-h/DSC01314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKpK0qnKWYI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/4K_swfn4URM/s320/DSC01314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236079785423821186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chloe's and katherine's sexy legs xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKpJhRM2o4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/gu_a_7UJyew/s1600-h/DSC01308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKpJhRM2o4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/gu_a_7UJyew/s320/DSC01308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236078352673448834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everyone slacking ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKo2YMBCskI/AAAAAAAAAfA/VsEsJf1th4M/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKo2YMBCskI/AAAAAAAAAfA/VsEsJf1th4M/s320/DSC00435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236057305941979714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;[edited]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKrNXa1XH5I/AAAAAAAAAiI/H8I_WEugYGg/s1600-h/DSC01335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKrNXa1XH5I/AAAAAAAAAiI/H8I_WEugYGg/s320/DSC01335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236223318995443602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Andrew, refusing to let me take his picture  &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;the in-trend pose, putting your phone at your face f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;acing t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;he cam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;era xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKrKHkyUNKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/or-d8zAaYKU/s1600-h/DSC01319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKrKHkyUNKI/AAAAAAAAAhg/or-d8zAaYKU/s320/DSC01319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236219748254233762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Katherine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKrKIYagA1I/AAAAAAAAAhw/UXS5t2xDbeE/s1600-h/DSC01325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKrKIYagA1I/AAAAAAAAAhw/UXS5t2xDbeE/s320/DSC01325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236219762112987986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Wei Yen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKrKIHZpfyI/AAAAAAAAAho/vw_oKY_ZIHA/s1600-h/DSC01321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKrKIHZpfyI/AAAAAAAAAho/vw_oKY_ZIHA/s320/DSC01321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236219757546012450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wee Chien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKrNXTQPvZI/AAAAAAAAAiA/XQ9eneW-DTk/s1600-h/DSC01331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKrNXTQPvZI/AAAAAAAAAiA/XQ9eneW-DTk/s320/DSC01331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236223316960722322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;The keyboard we used, my school can't freaking afford a REAL piano so we have to use this. But it is convenient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It was the girls' turn to practice after that. So, the boys were playing handball-where they hit the shuttlecock with their hands-and we practiced! it was pretty darn fun practicing. Especially when there's mistakes, we just laughed but repeat until we get it right. Finally, we were dismissed but some of us still hang around. Meanwhile, Eugene was complaining to Chloe that she broke his zip so she had to fix it. Mabel tried, Katherin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;e, Chloe tried but still can't fix it. I took some picture while Chloe and Katherine were 'experimenting' it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKrUKtY0GYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/9CG1fbb3Tgo/s1600-h/random.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKrUKtY0GYI/AAAAAAAAAiY/9CG1fbb3Tgo/s320/random.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236230797219076482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;edited x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKrU3KEy4lI/AAAAAAAAAig/uYaVostccB8/s1600-h/DSC01338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKrU3KEy4lI/AAAAAAAAAig/uYaVostccB8/s320/DSC01338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236231560833983058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Chloe watching Eugene as he played his dunno what what, 'Roko roko' game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;We finally get to walk to the nearby 'mamak' restaurant. But before that it was raining and Bryan, Adam, Andrew, Chien, Chloe, Wei Yen and I walked all the way to Eugene's house thinking everyone was there except for Delon and Katherine. They went to the restaurant when we passed by but we didn't follow them. When we reached Eugene's house, Bryan rang the bell but no one opened. And it was raining quite heavily so we were wet. A few moments of waiting, Eugene calls Chloe and asked her where were we. Chloe:Where are we? We're at your house lah. Where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Turned out they were ALREADY at Ajima-the mamak's name-so we stupidly went to his house. No wonder Katherine and Delon went there.  We walked back to the restaurant and reached there wet. Jun Lim and Feh Fan were there, too. All of us fooled around, joking and laughing. That was pretty much it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Blog officially updated, story told. My job's done here, for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Rach signing off ~&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/2757457415485029912-2954113601748608666?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2954113601748608666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=2954113601748608666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/2954113601748608666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/2954113601748608666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/enjoying-life-as-it-comes.html' title='enjoying life as it comes'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SKpSOb1SY7I/AAAAAAAAAhY/Kbyn82x6rM8/s72-c/DSC01317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-8084260720917103948</id><published>2008-08-16T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:33:52.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time of the year (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Okay, so my last post seemed a bit... sick. But I've totally recovered ! Happy-nyaaa ~&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this time I'm blogging cause' I joined my school's Choir ! Well, it's because of Wei Yen who joined because of Andrew who asked her to join. Wednesday was the day Chien and I auditioned. After assembly. And I'll tell you, it was damn scary, weih ! Like you have to sing 'La' following the note Sabahlou [I dunno what his real name is, but everyone calls him that and I was too stupid to not see his name tag when he stood infront of me] played on the piano. And he let Shiao Yen to audition me because he couldn't hear me. xP&lt;br /&gt;I just sang 'La' And Shiao Yen was like, 'She's Alto.' which I'm proud of, after that we went to the bilik perabot- where they keep all the extra tables and chairs- and practiced the upcoming song we need to perform, which is our patriotic song, Jalur Gemilang. Katherine, Kelly and Haritha are in Soprano while me, Chien, Chloe and Wei Yen are in Alto. En. Shafiq is our singing coach / teacher that day and he taught us to sing our own parts. Then, after all the mistakes, laughing and training, the Choir group sang what we learned that day. And when we all sang, I was like... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;WOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Seriously, I saw the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;true meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;of having different parts in Choir. Well, cuz' before this I was like, 'Why the heck do they need different parts anyway ? It's just a song.' but after that I realized it's obviously more, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;than just a song. *Sighs* So Awesome !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Then, we practiced in those two days and finally it came to Friday. Friday was the day we had to perform. And it was the day I MUST wake up at like 6:10AM and go school then spent the rest of the hours in school, too. 12 freaking hours in school, dang it ! Butttt, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;survived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;, thank God. It was quite an... adventure, I guess ? After the performance- which was really funny cause' we made a little mistakes like singing our own parts when it comes to singing together with the students- Chien, Chloe, Wei Yen, Haritha, Kelly, Katherine, Elizabeth and I were eating in the canteen. Then, Katherine and Elizabeth went somewhere leaving only 6 of us. Eventually, we got bored and went to the field to see the boys- Eugene and gang - play football. But we got bored, too and went back to the canteen to gossip, eat again and drink. It was still like 9 something and we had another 4 hours til' afternoon school starts. While the others were gossiping, Wei Yen looked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;bored that I felt sorry for her and went, again, to the field with her and Elizabeth. From there, we found Yen Ling waiting for her pickup and Elizabeth sat with her. So, Wei Yen and I went to the bench and sat on the floor watching only Andrew, Eugene and Adam playing football. Clarence, Andrew N., Nicky, Ben, Nicholas W., Allan and others went to the 'mamak'- indian restaurant- to eat. Yen Ling went back after a few minutes and Elizabeth joined us. The boys stopped playing and started telling stories about their Adidas shoes, football and perverted stuffs. We listened and laughed like usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Entertainment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Suddenly, these primary students came out having a Merdeka parade waving their flags. They were soooo cute ! But those little students walked pass us and pass the boys' bags and stuffs. Eugene was like, 'Our boots !' and went to put them aside -_-||. He actually was afraid that someone would steal them, and I laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;By the time the kids came back, Chien, Katherine, Chloe, Kelly and Haritha were with us already and we watched everyone passed by us, like usual. I shouldn't be surprised when Adam[cuz' he's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;perverted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; like the rest] told one of the cute primary monsters,&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Suck my -censored-&lt;/span&gt;',&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; except I was. Everyone was surprised but we still laughed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Wait ! Before I continue, I should share what happened to Eugene when we first went to the field without Kelly, Haritha, Katherine and Elizabeth. Just me, Chloe, Wei Yen and Chien. We were talking to the dudes like normal then they went to play football. Four of us were watching them until we saw Shiao Yen and Mabel walking towards us. Both of them sat down on the bench and behind them were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;big holes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;- the fence that was damaged - we advised them not to sit there because when the boys kick the ball, they'll kick towards the holes and there's a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;possibility that it'll hit someone sitting on the bench. But they didn't care so we didn't, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;We went on talking until I saw someone, I forgot who was it wanting to kick the ball towards us. I was like, 'Ah !Be careful !(name)'s gonna kick the ball !' practically I was freaking out. Mabel and Shiao Yen were shocked, too. He did kick the ball but it didn't kena us. Shiao Yen went and hit that dude, we were like, 'WOO ! Go Shiao Yen !'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Then, we continued talking until it came to view that Ben was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;gonna kick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;the ball towards us. We were like, You dare ah !'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Eugene came up and was explaining to Shiao Yen about some kicking ball thingy. I wasn't really listening, I was looking at Ben instead. He was 'warming up' to kick the ball towards us and I was sitting on the floor. Lazy to get up. Suddenly, I heard Eugene said, '- kick the ball, 30% it will hit you, if Ben kick the ball ah, 60% it'll hit you' Ben's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;starting to kick the ball&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;'-and if I kick the ball, 80%-' Ben kicks the ball ! And unfortunately, it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;hit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Eugene's face before he could even finish his '80% it will hit you' sentence. We all laughed and Eugene went down onto the field and 'take Ben down' xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;more stuffs happened after Clarence and the others came back. They wanted to play football, again under the freaking hot sun. So we did nothing and just watch them. Suddenly, Adam and Andrew kept nagging us to try to play in our PINAFORES. We refused of course. Obviously, we didn't wanna sweat under the sun and in our pinafores. But si Andrew succeeded asking Wei Yen to play. She went down the field and started kicking the balls and we were shouting and cheering for her. Then, she played til' the level where she'll like, go hyperactive and she asked- or demanded- Andrew to take the ball for her! And so, Andrew went. Elizabeth was like, 'Awh! Look! He's taking the ball for her! So sweet!' we all agreed, too. Eventually, Wei Yen got tired so she stopped and rested with us for a while then Ben came walking over and said, 'Who wanna play football with us? Andrew call you to play lah Wei Yen.' for the second time we refused but Wei Yen went down to play. So, it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;ALL BOYS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;and just&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ONE GIRL&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;We cheered for her and started practicing our song. As we sang, it grew louder and louder. Out of the blue, an auntie came and asked us if we could give her an extra copy of our lyrics. Chloe- or was it Kelly gave the auntie her copy and the auntie thanked her. We went back to watching the boys and Wei Yen kicking the ball. Some of us started to get thirsty so we went to the pengawas pondok- where all the prefects put their bags- and drank water. Wei Yen followed also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;After then, I forgot what happened but what I can remember was we went to the toilet and we were in the bilik by-pass(a.k.a Choir room) and practiced our song. The time was reaching and Chien&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;grew nervous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;. Performing in front of the morning section students and performing in front of the afternoon section students was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;entirely different&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Morning section, well, most of the students dunno who the hell are we but the afternoon section, we're all recognizable to pretty much&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;But in the end, we performed and mostly ALL the students weren't paying attention which was REAL lucky for us ! After the performance, we sang another patriotic song, Tanggal 31 and the choir members were like, the only ones shouting enjoyably. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Before I finish this post, I would like to say,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;JOINING CHOIR MADE MY TIME OF THE YEAR ;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-8084260720917103948?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8084260720917103948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=8084260720917103948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/8084260720917103948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/8084260720917103948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-of-year.html' title='time of the year (:'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-2359369272265872054</id><published>2008-08-01T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T04:30:21.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when did it get so wrong ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm sick&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;which I'm not proud of.&lt;br /&gt;This seriously isn't my week. Not only I'll get killed by my class teacher, Pn. Chairul for presenting in school for only &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; day this week, but I had to finish ALL my projects before Monday even though I'm sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh, I'll tell you what happened this week to me. Monday and Tuesday : I had major tommy-ache in the morning, so I wasn't fit to go to school. Wednesday : All better and I was really happy because I can go back to school and meet my friends. And it was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt; day I was presented to school. Thursday morning : I got sick. Freezing in the middle of the night, getting fever. So, in the afternoon, my mom took me to the doctor and he gave me a 2 days MC(Medication Certificate) and I was like... what the hell ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Now, I'm not so fit to be in school for 2 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; days. I thought of being good and hopefully, I'll be able to recover quick in the same day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But at Thursday night, I stayed up to almost 2 AM just to finish one of my project. That's when it got worse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Friday morning : I woke up and felt horribly awful. Like I could faint anytime. So much for getting my hopes for to go to school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The evening,  I took a nap and after I woke up,  just like half and hour after I woke up, I vomited. Ugh. Seriously &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my week.&lt;br /&gt;And ! Before taking my nap, I ate the fever pill and was sweating through my entire sleep. When I woke up, I realized I wet the pillow. There was like a patch like someone peed on it -_-||&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And I was suppose to go out for dinner at 'pasar malam' before going to tuition. But thanks for the vomiting (NOT), I'm too weak and once again, felt like I could be knock out anytime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I really hate being sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So, to fill up my time when I'm not trying to finish my projects, I'll read Megan Meade's Guide To The McGowan Boys by Kate Brian. Pretty interesting so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And Breaking Dawn is releasing here in Malaysia on 4th of August ! Can't wait to buy it !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to finish my project now.&lt;br /&gt;Rachel signing off ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2757457415485029912-2359369272265872054?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2359369272265872054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=2359369272265872054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/2359369272265872054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/2359369272265872054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-did-it-get-so-wrong.html' title='when did it get so wrong ?'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-2999259703924772737</id><published>2008-07-28T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:33:27.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ran out of patience..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm extremely, ridiculously bored now. So, I read my friends' blogs. I came across Zi Juin's and she put up a tag post. I'm thinking... Why not ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;8 Random Facts About Myself :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- I have this amazingly irritating habit of singing and talking to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- I wish to own a puppy one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- I think about Edward Cullen everyday (of course !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- I laugh whenever I feel like it and it scares most of my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- I wouldn't mind spending my own money on books instead of clothes, unless the clothe is something I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- I pay attention in History class, sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- When I'm extremely bored and the computer is accompanied by my brother, I tend to jump or skip around the house instead of watching television xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- I daydream about fantasies and I actually do some moves, sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;8 tags ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Wee Chien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Queenie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Samantha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Kok Yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;and any other bloggers who likes tags ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;8 things I'm passionate about :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Buying Breaking Dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- August school holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Holiday trip to Bangkok (HUGE Kinokunya bookshop there !)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Lena's birthday (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Twilight the movie !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- The next Twilight teaser-trailer (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- My school's next sports day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Primary school events xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;8 Things I Say or Do Too Often :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Think about Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Mumbling to myself about Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Sing to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Talk crap to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Talk to Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Bite my Fingernails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Annoy Jo Yi by speaking Candy Mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;8 Things I Read Recently :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Zi Juin's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- my MSN chat history with Wee Chien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Entertainment Weekly, July Issue. Interview with Stephenie Meyer ! and it cost me RM 18 ! Still worth it xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Science notes made by Ms. Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Highschool Debut a.k.a Koukou Debut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Stephenie Meyer's official website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Comments on Friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;8 songs I can listen to over and over :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word by Blue ft Elton John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Still There For Me by Corbin Bleu ft Vanessa Hudgens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- 7 Things by Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- I'm Your Angel by Celine Dion ft R. Kelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- When You Look Me In The Eyes by the Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- Like Whoa by Aly &amp;amp; Aj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- TiAmo by Aaron and Jade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;8 Things I Learned Last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- I'm gonna miss my primary school more than I thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- I gonna hate my secondary school except for my class xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;- I'm gonna cry thinking about the memories I shared in primary school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; 4, 5, 6, 7 and 8 i dunno ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;End of tag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I've gotta find some other thing to do, again !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;well, till next time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2757457415485029912-2999259703924772737?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2999259703924772737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=2999259703924772737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/2999259703924772737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/2999259703924772737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/ran-out-of-patience.html' title='ran out of patience..'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-5747764874053525080</id><published>2008-07-11T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T04:03:44.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;...to Queenie! Queenie officially turned 13 yesterday! Well, we were suppose to celebrate with her this Saturday. But it's not her real birth date. The real one was a school day, so we decided to give her a birthday cake xD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Me Wee Chien and Lena went to The King's and bought chocolate cake, American Choco, everyone's fave!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;We had trouble hiding our presents from her. Lena had to sit at a certain angle to avoid letting Queenie knows. The present hiding plan was accomplished successfully. Yays! Then, during recess, we had Chloe, Nicholas, Lena, Allan, Wee Chien and me(who paid) at the dewan bacaan. The uninvited guests were Thushaar, Deng Yeong, Eugene, Adam and Andrew. Queenie was definitely surprise. Our plan worked out perfectly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;The convo before we showed Queenie her cake;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: Queenie, we have some surprise for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Quin: OMG. Don't tell me you hired the whole choir group?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Me: *lols* Noo. We bought you  a cake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Chloe took a picture of her cake and recorded a video during the cut-the-cake session xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SHeD4P2bd6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/eFiZQVf1Umo/s1600-h/DSC03092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SHeD4P2bd6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/eFiZQVf1Umo/s320/DSC03092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221787295310116770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Quin's cake~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bdd67f3d46fc619b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbdd67f3d46fc619b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331422338%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA0F5685D7EEA8743E30BEB5D6542EAE23E7733.5B7FC13BDD9FDB13058F14667311959BEC41D49F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbdd67f3d46fc619b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbxJXCmWUEc9LfXcyAb4nzl9ICQk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbdd67f3d46fc619b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331422338%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA0F5685D7EEA8743E30BEB5D6542EAE23E7733.5B7FC13BDD9FDB13058F14667311959BEC41D49F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbdd67f3d46fc619b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbxJXCmWUEc9LfXcyAb4nzl9ICQk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;And the video. It's pretty darn stupid but I like it. It's random and odd. That's how we are xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a large slice of the cake and encountered tummy-ache after that. It was delicious. Chocolaty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And as we were getting the class set up for Bicara Akademik, Eugene took a seat next to Clarence- who was playing that thumb game thingy with Nicholas W. and smiled while sitting girlish-ly and said: Hello.I'm...*looks to his right* Clarence Chen's mother.&lt;br /&gt;Jo Yi, Chien and I burst out laughing! Typical Eugene Kwan. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&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/2757457415485029912-5747764874053525080?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bdd67f3d46fc619b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5747764874053525080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=5747764874053525080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/5747764874053525080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/5747764874053525080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday.html' title='happy birthday!'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SHeD4P2bd6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/eFiZQVf1Umo/s72-c/DSC03092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-5766216357257172292</id><published>2008-07-02T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:14:59.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Today turned out to be a very very normal school day. But I've decided to blog about a few things that happened in school. Where do I start? Yesss.... Right from the very beginning~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school, got fetched by my brother- he finally gets to go on the road, yay him!!! Anyways, perhimpunan started and everything went well... Oh, and I met this really pretty girl called mei qi. She's definitely a very beauitful girl, inside and outside. Geography was my first period but my teacher was absent- yay!!! Next, was Art. Pn Mas Rini called us to draw something based on the title Children's playground- Taman Permainan Kanak-Kanak in Malay. Then, Moral. Our fearful Pn Norwani. Lucky us, she only gave us a little work. Recess was next... And that was already half a day. Time sure flies, do they? Yesss. During Art which involves 2 periods, we were slacking, well, kinda. Lazy to draw la. Typical 1 Usahans a.k.a a member of 1 Usaha. Just wanna make it sounds more us~ xDD&lt;br /&gt;Back to our story. I'm sure most of the people in the whole wide world know who's Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. Well, for those of you who don't know... Check out www.stepheniemeyer.com for further information. Trust me, it'll catch your interest in no time~&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, his last name which is Cullen is supposedly pronounced as C-u-l-l-e-n but my so-called fellow classmates- boys only- pronounced his last name as C-o-o-l-l-e-n. To Edward's fans out there: I know!!! I feel horribly mad about it. They're insulting- well, sorta - Edward's last name. &lt;br /&gt;Back to my ordinary life. After recess was P.E. Which was, I have to say, fun. Pn Vally, our P.E teacher tested us in stretching. Pretty awesome.. And when we were finished, we sat at the hall (dewan terbuka) waiting for the bell to ring. When Jo Yi, Chien and I were waiting, Pn Chairul was there, kinda relaxing as well. The three of us started complaining to teacher about the boys' behavior in our class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chien: Yalar, teacher! Those boys are all perverts!&lt;br /&gt;Pn Chairul:You class really hard to control la.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Yes, teacher, But it's also your class. And ar.. They even accused me of having fake boobs all the way from Thailand!&lt;br /&gt;Pn Chairul: *Laughs*&lt;br /&gt;Chien: Yalar! And they say Rachel's boobs are from Pasar Malam(Night Market)!&lt;br /&gt;Pn Chairul:*Laughs even harder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blablabla... Our conversation went on. Just then, Pn Sheela, our science teacher and also a discipline teacher joined in. I started asking her, 'Teacher, what do you think of our class, 1U?' I got the idea of asking her because earlier Pn Chairul said that our extremely fearful BM teacher, Pn Farida liked our class a lot. Well, Pn Farida's usual manner towards us is: She comes into the class, smiling. Then, BAM! Her rotan hits the table, hard! And work, work, work. That's why the whole 1U are not very fond of her. We prefer our old BM teacher, Ms Lian more a she is wayyy pretty and not scary at all. Pn Farida said we were well-behaved and obedient. And Jo Yi, Chien and me were like, mouths opened... What the crap? xDDD&lt;br /&gt;Yesss, indeed we're very well obedient but behind her back.. mwuahahahaaha... Tarzan flying around..monkeys...NOISE!&lt;br /&gt;Pn Chairul said from the past years, 1 Usaha, 2 Usaha and 3 Usaha... All the Usaha classes are very very noisy. But they don't have discipline problems. Only craziness. I'd say it's a curse. Lols. Well, we'd tell Pn Sheela about 'my' fake boobs, too. Very perverted. And when me, Chien and Chloe were going back, we met injured Eugene. The inside of me was well, half laughing and half pitying. Chloe and I helped him carry his things. Chloe carried his shoe bag while I carry the dirty, sweaty laundry. Eugene owes me one! Then, the rest of the day went through like WAM! Half a year had passed. Soon, it'll be 2009... Sighs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's my post for today. My blog is officially updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-5766216357257172292?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5766216357257172292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=5766216357257172292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/5766216357257172292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/5766216357257172292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-5074869239725413354</id><published>2008-06-26T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T06:58:36.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;...today was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Definitely one the worst day ever. OK, so today started off usually. My friends and I chatting and assembly and stuffs. The first two Nilam periods was, well, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I had to force Mr. Yew Tuck Fai to tell me who his new girlfriend is. But he doesn't wanna. Guess I had to keep on forcing and begging and asking. Before I went down for recess, my this year Rumah Merah's a.k.a Red house's team leader crossed by and he called out for me. I looked up and saw him waving and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;smiling. It was so ewww. He almost looks like a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; Science. Pn Sheela was absent and we had a substitute tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;cher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; just for half an hour. After that, Chloe was handing out papers. And the boys started making paper airplanes with i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;t. It was all fun until Andrew G. kicked me. Of course I fought back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; by pushing his bag onto the ground. He pushed my bag onto the ground, too. And I dunno why I suddenly screamed. Eugene a.k.a The Sprayman - his job is to shush someone by saying 'Shhhhh.....' and spraying his saliva - sprayed me. Eventually, some of his saliva went &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; my mouth! I was totally freaking out and  was filled with anger. So, I ew-ed all the way back to my seat. On the way, I pushed his beloved so-called expensive Adidas bottle down and it hit the ground. He was like, 'My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; bottle!' &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Really. It was hilarious! To me anyway. I was laughing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;to myself in the inside. Not for long. As i wiped away his disgusting saliva from my face, I can taste something salty in m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;y mouth. It oughta be Eugene's very very dirty saliva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;'I think that Eugene's saliva is one of the most disgusting substance in the world.' Jo Yi said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Yes. It was indeed very true. I couldn't agree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; with her more. As I said, I was laughing to myself but not for long. After a moment, I suddenly felt guilt washed over me. I was thinking, '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did I do something really evil?' &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Did I really ruined his bottle?'&lt;/span&gt;. I was so darn worry that i did one of the most regretful thing that I'd ever did. Writing a letter to Eugene to apologize. At the end of the letter, I wrote 'xoxo, I still hate you'&lt;br /&gt;Then, I let Jo Yi to check the letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Here. Read it and tell me what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Jo Yi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;*reads the letter* Do you know what xoxo really means?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;*pauses* Something that everybody write at the end of a letter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Jo Yi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;*chuckles* No. Xoxo stands for hugs and k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;isses. I learned it from Nacho Libre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;*widen my eyes and snatched the letter back*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I gave it to Jo Yi and she gave it to Eugene. After that, nothing happened. He was laughing like his usual self. At least, I know he's not gonna kill me. [=&lt;br /&gt;BM a.k.a Bahasa Malaysia. Pn Farida taught us how to sing the traditional 'Syair'&lt;br /&gt;The whole class followed as she sang herself. High notes and slow tone. The boys were singing the high notes so girly it made everyone laughed so hard! Lol xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And... I went to a fun fair held at the Stadium Bukit Jalil last night. The rides were awesome but I didn't get to ride them cause' my mom doesn't allow me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I took some pictures anyway;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SGOe6nGo2DI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/c3uqINbx7uI/s1600-h/DSC00921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SGOe6nGo2DI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/c3uqINbx7uI/s320/DSC00921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216187523191593010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SGOe6_6yLxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/2K0LR6cz-us/s1600-h/DSC00911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SGOe6_6yLxI/AAAAAAAAAdY/2K0LR6cz-us/s320/DSC00911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216187529852759826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SGOe6wasJ6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/PjoQTaeWcro/s1600-h/DSC00918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SGOe6wasJ6I/AAAAAAAAAdg/PjoQTaeWcro/s320/DSC00918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216187525691615138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SGOe7CfA-WI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ETWX5U-ima4/s1600-h/DSC00916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SGOe7CfA-WI/AAAAAAAAAdw/ETWX5U-ima4/s320/DSC00916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216187530541594978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;My brother recently passed his driver's test and he took the opportunity to go behind the steering wheel at this quite empty parking lot. Test his skills. Since he was so eager to take me t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;o school one day, I sat at the back with my mom and my cousin. My aunt was infront. When my brother started driving the car, everything was fine but my aunt and my mom kept screaming historically all for no reason. They were like, 'Watch out!There's someone at the back!' or 'Watch out!There's a car infront!' 'Pull over!Pull over!' My cousin and I were laughing away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The exams are coming. Again. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;anyways, TnT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&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/2757457415485029912-5074869239725413354?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5074869239725413354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=5074869239725413354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/5074869239725413354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/5074869239725413354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_26.html' title='...'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SGOe6nGo2DI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/c3uqINbx7uI/s72-c/DSC00921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-569182451114044974</id><published>2008-06-16T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:55:54.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>///</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Today was definitely a very perverted day..The moment I headed off to school I thought it's gonna be a casual life in the wild day. Well, it was. We got a spot check or whatever you call it for our hair. My hair got approved and so did my friends'. Back to class, WeeChien told me Clarence a.k.a Ultraman's hair got cut by our discipline teacher, En. Iskandar. And at that time, Jo Yi, WeeChien and I were chatting and I told WeeChien, 'How I wish Nicholas' and Allan's hair kena cut,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;The reason I said that was because Nicholas Lee, Allan Donis owes me 2 lollipops. Then, Thushaar came into the class and started telling stories. All I heard was, 'Nicholas' hair got cut, you know!' he started moving and showing how does Nich's hair looks like, 'Allan's hair also got cut!' And I was like OMG? My wish came true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Well, back to reality world. After recess, my English teacher was absent and for some reason Eugene and gang started to gather at my table. Soon, they started talking about one very random topic. Fake boobs. Here are some parts of the very, very perverted and dirty conversation;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Eugene:You know what does FBI stands for? Female Body Inspector. So, if you have any&lt;br /&gt;trouble about your body, just call me.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Her boobs are like Pinnochio's nose. The more she lies, the bigger her boobs get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;:Rachel, we should send you to Hawaii to do the Hula dance. Here's your beach skirt and your coconut bra.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Andrew Ng: Hey, where did you get your boobs? Pasar Malam? How much did you get it for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Me:Andrew, do you know what's the size of your boobs?&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Ng:*Shakes his head* No.&lt;br /&gt;Me:Then, do you stare at your boobs everytime you take your bath?&lt;br /&gt;Andrew:*Nods* Yes! *Starts laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;We were talking a lot about the topic. Very perverted, yes. I tried shoo-ing Eugene and gang away but they kept on talking and talking like there's no tomorrow. Finally, they stopped. And Andrew Goh was eventually staring at my boobs. I saw what he was doing;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;:ANDREW! STOP STARING AT MY BOOBS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Andrew.G&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I wasn't...I wasn't staring at your boobs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Clarence&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;He wasn't staring at your boobs. He was staring at WeeChien's boobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Then, they were fighting and arguing like always. Today was unlike any other day I imagined. Very...very 1U like.&lt;br /&gt;Lol... Well, till next time =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;p/s. The guys are very perverted. It doesn't mean that the girls are perverted, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-569182451114044974?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/569182451114044974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=569182451114044974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/569182451114044974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/569182451114044974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title='///'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-6609831273076817850</id><published>2008-06-08T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T09:16:43.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of holidays~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Gosh, today is the last day of the holidays. I don't want it to end! This is actually the first holiday this year that I had much more fun than I expected. My holiday started with going out with a bunch of friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;♀&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;♀Kok Yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;♀Queenie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;♀Wee Chien&lt;br /&gt;♀Audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;♀Chloe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;♂Allan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;♂Nicholas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;♂Clarence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;♂Nicky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;We went to watch Drillbit Taylor, a comedy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And before the movie, before the others arrived, we, just girls except Chloe took some pictures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu8jA4SpBI/AAAAAAAAAcU/eeEMIcxpKUg/s1600-h/1_701807212l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu8jA4SpBI/AAAAAAAAAcU/eeEMIcxpKUg/s320/1_701807212l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209464703701656594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu8j-kDiCI/AAAAAAAAAcc/5VHyMmH_0Bk/s1600-h/1_838299393l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu8j-kDiCI/AAAAAAAAAcc/5VHyMmH_0Bk/s320/1_838299393l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209464720259778594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu6u3zWSDI/AAAAAAAAAbs/2cFFTUqslL4/s1600-h/1_966919807l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu6u3zWSDI/AAAAAAAAAbs/2cFFTUqslL4/s320/1_966919807l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209462708400179250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu6vNcKdNI/AAAAAAAAAb0/6Lavk0DbODk/s1600-h/1_184133909l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu6vNcKdNI/AAAAAAAAAb0/6Lavk0DbODk/s320/1_184133909l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209462714208515282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu6vrbRGfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Xz3YI99SPAs/s1600-h/1_262519587l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu6vrbRGfI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Xz3YI99SPAs/s320/1_262519587l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209462722257820146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu6wBAANDI/AAAAAAAAAcE/kyvrB1Qp1Ns/s1600-h/1_272566744l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu6wBAANDI/AAAAAAAAAcE/kyvrB1Qp1Ns/s320/1_272566744l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209462728049046578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu6w-AqzaI/AAAAAAAAAcM/zKvO8FjgZTU/s1600-h/1_537225065l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu6w-AqzaI/AAAAAAAAAcM/zKvO8FjgZTU/s320/1_537225065l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209462744426401186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Then, we went into Miss Whatever and went out. Suddenly, Lena saw her current boyfriend, Allan and his friends, she pulled me into Miss Whatever again along with the others. The workers thought we were crazy, laughing and giggling. It was funny though lol. When we were about to exit the shop for the second time, Kok Yin said 'Let's go take a picture with the cool looking worker over there,' We all looked at her as if she was crazy. But in the end, we asked the cool worker's permission and Kok Yin and Audrey took a picture with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu9lMUn7KI/AAAAAAAAAck/BY09vNoN_YI/s1600-h/1_969237840l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu9lMUn7KI/AAAAAAAAAck/BY09vNoN_YI/s320/1_969237840l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209465840644648098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;The movie was funny. But in the beginning, there's this dude, bathing in the bathroom and he said, 'Oh, come on, Rachel!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;and my face went completely red. My friends were laughing like mad people and well, I was laughing myself too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Anyway, I'm totally looking forward to Made of Honor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu-mZNjd8I/AAAAAAAAAcs/qeBAyjqDz9A/s1600-h/made-of-honour-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu-mZNjd8I/AAAAAAAAAcs/qeBAyjqDz9A/s320/made-of-honour-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209466960796153794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And I bought Stephenie Meyer's The Host! Yipee!!! I went to 1 Utama yesterday with my mom, and we stopped by MPH. We were going down the escalator and I saw a poster of The Host I was like 'Oh, my God! It's Host! Then, I started jumping -well, kinda- and several people were looking at me like I'm stupid. It costs 62 bucks! Well, all worth it. But I still can't read it yet. Have to finish Eclipse. I oughta give up my shopping for pants at Tribal Spirit for the book. I've been watching some interviews on Twilight the movie, and it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;totally awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Can't wait for the movie and the much-anticipated Breaking Dawn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;❤xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-6609831273076817850?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6609831273076817850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=6609831273076817850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/6609831273076817850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/6609831273076817850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/gosh-today-is-last-day-of-holidays.html' title='End of holidays~'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SEu8jA4SpBI/AAAAAAAAAcU/eeEMIcxpKUg/s72-c/1_701807212l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-8434793008343474625</id><published>2008-05-24T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:03:21.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>awesome 6 year old</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;OK...So I was watching some videos about Cookie's win and some of his and Archie's performances and I came across this lovely video that showed a lovely, cute and multi-talented girl named Connie Talbot.. She auditioned for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Britain's Got Talent and got praised by Simon and best of all, she's only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;6 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It made Amanda cried too!!! I heart her voice..incredibly like an angel's voice.. here's the video:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2cnRXmMn2Ag&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2cnRXmMn2Ag&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-8434793008343474625?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8434793008343474625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=8434793008343474625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/8434793008343474625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/8434793008343474625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/awesome-6-year-old.html' title='awesome 6 year old'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-7196084813934340959</id><published>2008-05-23T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T05:59:55.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Since I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;absolutely nothing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;to do, I decided to post this crappy post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;right... Well, the holidays started. And the good thing is I got to go back to my primary school and visit my masters... It was..fun... I missed the school more than I thought. And that goes to the awesome past memories too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;American Idol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;David Cook won... Well, it's not like I'm angry nor sad.. just disappointed that's all. Like, David Archuleta's win was almost predictable to everyone. By the way, I'm an Archuleta fan. Not really obsess over David Cook. He has a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; voice. But I just like David Archuleta's voice better. And when I was watching Archie's performances , I saw him singing in his melt-girls'-heart voice. I was staring at the TV and at his face. He is handsome. But what I like the most is his eyes. Those sleepy yet dreamy eyes! He was singing 'Imagine' I think. So sweet! Then, I thought 'Wow. If Archie would have stare into my eyes and sing When You Look Me In The Eyes by Jonas Brothers, I'll totally faint!' But reality is too good to be true. Still, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt; keep my hopes up! Speaking of Jonas Brothers, they performed at the finale with SOS! I ♥ you Nick! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And yeah, I had a dream about them the other day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Well, it started like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Me and cousin, Samantha got a chance to meet Jonas Brothers by hanging out with them at the mall. My part of the dream was when we[Sammy and me] were in the cinema watching a movie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;there was one empty seat beside Sammy and 2 empty ones beside me. We were betting on who will sit next to Sam. We bet on Nick Jonas. But Joe Jonas sat beside her. I was totally anxious to know who's sitting beside me but then, my alarm rang waking me up from the fabulous dream! My once in a lifetime dream! When I woke up, I sat on my bed and thought about that dream. It seems really real though. But it was too good to be true.. Well, exams are over. WEEEE!!!! And I finally get to go watch a movie with my friends next Wednesday. Hope it'll be fun~ Till next time~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2757457415485029912-7196084813934340959?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7196084813934340959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=7196084813934340959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/7196084813934340959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/7196084813934340959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-know.html' title='Don&apos;t know...'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-8854937183228160391</id><published>2008-05-05T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:17:25.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem for BI</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was late for my co-curricular activity this morning. And when I reached school, Eng Chew told me that I was really early.. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then, Wee Chien came to school and suddenly it reminded me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was suppose to get a poem for oral test today!!! I borrowed Wei Yen's poem by Emily Dickenson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;it goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I never saw a moor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I never saw the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yet know I how the heather looks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And how a wave must be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I never spoken with God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nor visited in heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yet certain I am of the spot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As if the charts were given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No idea what it was about. But I remembered it. Jo Yi said it seems cool to make your own poem so all the periods before BI was used to create this poem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I woke up this morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And wondered what was wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I went to school with questions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And found out some thing's wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Turns out Pn Chairul wanted a poem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;From everyone in my class,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As BI period approaches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I stood frozen in class, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pn Chairul waited and waited,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Soon, she got angry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I started freaking out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And the boys thought it was funny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;When Pn Chairul started to growl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Both Andrews gave a shemale shout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Then they jumped out of the building,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And flew into the clouds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Pn Chairul thought it was funny. So I passed!!! yay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;but Jo Yi's poems were so hilarious it made me laughed til' my stomach hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;her poems were crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;hers was this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I stood there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And started talking crap,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Pn Chairul frowned madly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And the class thought I was cracked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I tripped down the stairs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;As I was thrown out of the building,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I made Pn Chairul mad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And, to be frank, it wasn't very pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Once I heard it I laughed like a mad girl.. We all had fun in this Oral Test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I know this post is wayy short. But i have no time to write more.. Gotta study for the mid-term exams next week!!! God wish my luck!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Rachel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-8854937183228160391?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8854937183228160391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=8854937183228160391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/8854937183228160391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/8854937183228160391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/poem-for-bi.html' title='A poem for BI'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-4355022478686727741</id><published>2008-04-29T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:15:18.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lee and Emilia</title><content type='html'>I just want to tell you a story that happened Emilia.&lt;br /&gt;Emilia had a loving boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;his name was Lee...&lt;br /&gt;Lee and Emilia were once a beloved couple in my school..&lt;br /&gt;they went on dates together, and they talked a lot together. They did pretty much everything together..&lt;br /&gt;Lee was also a musician..&lt;br /&gt;a talented one..&lt;br /&gt;one day, they were walking home holding hands..&lt;br /&gt;suddenly, Emilia asked Lee,&lt;br /&gt;'Lee, what would you do if I said I don't love you anymore?'&lt;br /&gt;Lee looked at her and replied, 'I will kill myself  with a gunshot like any other guys would do..'&lt;br /&gt;Emilia was happy with his replied and they continued to walk all the way back home..&lt;br /&gt;the next day, Lee received a letter from a music company..&lt;br /&gt;it says that that company will hire him as a young musician..&lt;br /&gt;they said they want to make him famous..&lt;br /&gt;Lee was indeed very happy..&lt;br /&gt;but then, he if he accepted the offer, he has to go to, his dream country, Japan for 5 years!&lt;br /&gt;he told Emilia excitedly.. but Emilia wasn't happy..&lt;br /&gt;'Lee, what if I may never see you again?' Emilia asked..&lt;br /&gt;'You will, it's just 5 years.. we can see each other through webcam right?' Lee said.&lt;br /&gt;Tears fell from Emilia's eyes..&lt;br /&gt;as she was watching him go far, far away from her..&lt;br /&gt;he may never come back..&lt;br /&gt;only God knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year later, Emilia's relationship with Lee was still close..but it was not as close as last time..&lt;br /&gt;they chat on the phone and the computer..&lt;br /&gt;but they never used the webcam&lt;br /&gt;they were afraid that they'll cry seeing each other's face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, Emilia found out that she has blood cancer and only has 4 more months to live..&lt;br /&gt;she didn't want to tell Lee cause' she wants him to release his own album and be happy..&lt;br /&gt;Emilia cried alone every night..&lt;br /&gt;she was always at the corner crying and crying..&lt;br /&gt;tears roll down her eyes like waves in the sea..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lee got an offer to release his own album in between those 4 months..&lt;br /&gt;Emilia started to think that maybe God wanted to help me..&lt;br /&gt;so, after crying at night, she would pray to God.&lt;br /&gt;'Please God, please.. let him to be happy and does everything happily.. he brought happiness to my life and now i want to to the same..' Emilia would say the same things every night..&lt;br /&gt;time passes and Emilia was getting weaker and weaker.. soon, she left the world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when Lee knew what was going on..&lt;br /&gt;he rushed back to his own country..&lt;br /&gt;he couldn't make it back to Emilia's funeral..&lt;br /&gt;he was sad and mad..&lt;br /&gt;that night, Lee went to their favorite hang out place, which is a treehouse near the mountains..&lt;br /&gt;on the couch was a note..&lt;br /&gt;it says:&lt;br /&gt;'Lee, I know that by the time you got this letter..&lt;br /&gt;I already left you.. I'm sorry I didn't tell you what happened.. I just can't.. I want you to be happy like I was.. I want you to do things happily even without me..&lt;br /&gt;So, I left you this note just to tell you that I Love You and I'll Always Do.'&lt;br /&gt;Tears dropped on the paper then onto the floor..&lt;br /&gt;Lee kneel down.. and whispered,&lt;br /&gt;'I...I Love you too..'&lt;br /&gt;the next day, Lee was smiling.. he wasn't sad.. he wasn't happy..&lt;br /&gt;he was expressionless.. after school, he went into a shop and bought a thing... then, he went up to the school's top floor and sat on the balcony.. many students thought he was going to jump down.. but instead he shouted,'Emilia left me! she left me without letting me see her face for the last time! and now, I want to do something for her...'&lt;br /&gt;Lee took a gun that he bought from the shop and shot his own head with it..&lt;br /&gt;as he land on the floor, a piece of paper flew all the way down the building and landed on the ground..&lt;br /&gt;a boy picked it up and read it loud,&lt;br /&gt;'Dear Emilia, like I said, I'll die for you even though you died too.. I want to be together with you forever and ever.. everywhere you go.. I want to be with you.. everything you do, I want to do it with you.. I love you too, forever and ever...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this story up..&lt;br /&gt;I think it's nice...&lt;br /&gt;so I continued writing till the end..&lt;br /&gt;anyways, at least my blog is&lt;br /&gt;UPDATED! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;Rachel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-4355022478686727741?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4355022478686727741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=4355022478686727741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/4355022478686727741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/4355022478686727741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/lee-and-emilia.html' title='Lee and Emilia'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-6646453702544288440</id><published>2008-03-28T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:08:56.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake eyeball...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It all started after perhimpunan, when Cindy told me that she'll show me something. So I was excited. Then, all of a sudden, she took an eyeball out from her pocket and said 'Na' just a 'NA' that made me freaked out and screamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It turned out to be a fake eyeball actually. So, Lena, Cindy and I were going to the toilet after that. Wee Chien and Queenie went up. While Lena and I were waiting for Cindy outside the toilet, then we went back to class. While walking back to Lena's class, my ex-crush, Soon Soon[my friendster friend], and my senior's boyfriend were walking behind us. And the corridor we were walking on was like a balcony. With open spaces but there's wall too. And I eventually dropped the eyeball and my crush teurs passed by with Soon Soon and my senior's boyfriend. I saw it bouncing and I can see the eyeball actually was rolling inside a what-seem-plastic-round-thinggy . And it was just too disgusting to pick it up again. So I laughed like crazy and my crush looked at me as if I was crazy. So humiliating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/428/428666bzu9bqkeo3.gif" border="0" height="64" width="90" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;After that I went to the library but Clarence said it was locked so we have to go to the class 1 Setia instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;So we went. And I wanted to show my classmate, Dilip the eyeball. And when I show it to him, he took it and showed it to my 3 guy-friends, Clarence, Allan and Tushaar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;They were holding it, experimenting it and analyzing it. Me and Chien laughed like idiots in front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I was trying to freak people out by using the eyeball, but it didn't work. (I should have known, I mean they are BOYS!!not a bunch of CC girls =.=) So, I used Jo Yi's lines and asked them, 'Cute or not?' LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;And not long after that, Andrew Ng, Zachary and another friend of Jo Yi's sat behind us. We started joking with each other. Coincidently, it were Allan's and Ben's desk between us. And Ben's soccer ball and shoes were on his table. Zachary took it out and smelled it. Wee Chien and I were like 'OMG!EWWW!' and started laughing again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Then, Andrew and Jo Yi smelled it too. They said it was not bad. It actually smelled like new shoes. Which is ridiculous cause' I could see Ben's shoes were covered in mud from the field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Ben came and took one of his shoe and licked it. disgusting, right?! Andrew licked the inside of his shoe too. It freaked me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Jo Yi's friend found a white thingy under Allan's desk and he unwrapped it and stick it to Ben's shoe. Andrew went, 'Ben! Ryan sticked something on your shoe!' and Ben was like 'Whhhaaaattt???' then Andrew terus whipped it away at the side of Allan's desk. Now his desk is all covered in white stuff. I was like 'You're destroying whoever desk this is!'[ I didn't know whose desk was it that time] and Andrew was like 'Opps. Sorry Allan'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Allan didn't hear it. It made me laughed like shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;When the subject was nearly finished, we were preparing to go out. Zachary and Jo Yi paid RM 1 each to Ben and called him to throw his soccer ball at my head/face. I eventually freaked out and screamed of course. I held my bag at my face for protection but they were smart enough to tell Ben my back was opened. So, Ben really did it. He threw the ball but it didn't hit my face. It kena my two fingers instead. my fingers hurt like shit after that. I told Ben that I'll get my revenge on him and I WILL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;during rehat, Lena wanted to scare as many people she can. We went to the canteen and saw our favorite teacher in training, Ms Ho. Lna and I wanted to scare her. So, we went up to her and asked her to hold out her hand. SHe held it out and Lena put that eyeball on her palm and she went, 'What is it?' in Mandarin and when she looked down, she screamed not as loud as me and Lena but it still made us laugh like hell. Me and Lena were laughing and laughing during rehat that people thought we were crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It was a fun day today. I enjoyed it a lot. Chaos strikes and next Tuesday is April fool's day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LOL. Maybe I should buy something scary from somewhere and scare someone on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And here are the four Rumahs' cheer leading performance during my school's sports day. Enjoy^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sNWRUzWeJms&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sNWRUzWeJms&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Rumah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Biru&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;blew everyone away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I6QhDnF2YEQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I6QhDnF2YEQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Rumah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Hijau&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;awesome moves!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gI0VqZrrfek&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gI0VqZrrfek&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Rumah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Merah&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;my favorite^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GPaNtoBhU4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GPaNtoBhU4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Rumah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Kuning&lt;/span&gt; [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nice cheering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;well, that's all for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;til next time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Bye!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/856/856349shdwuove1r.gif" border="0" height="78" width="69" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-6646453702544288440?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6646453702544288440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=6646453702544288440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/6646453702544288440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/6646453702544288440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/fake-eyeball.html' title='Fake eyeball...'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-627871054685550338</id><published>2008-03-17T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T09:09:37.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Name ~ Rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Single or Taken ~ Single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Primary School ~ SKBBSP 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Secondary School ~ Smk Sri Saujana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Eye Color ~ Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Hair Color ~ Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Are you an health freak? ~ nope. I munch on food when I'm bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you love your body? ~ not really..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;First tattoo ~ Love to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Piercings ~ love to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Righty or Lefty? ~ Righty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;The person who tagged you is? ~ myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;First Best friend ~ Lena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Since? ~ standard 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;First trophy ~ When I'm like 11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;First Pet ~ My mom hates pets. but I love them ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;First Crush? ~ Err. on a guy the same class as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm about to? ~ watch Ouran High School Host Club online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Currently addicted to? ~ Step Up 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Currently listening to? ~ SOS by The Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Want Kids? ~ Yeaa. 2. A girl and a boy. equal. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Want to Get Married? ~ Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Careers in Mind? ~ An English teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;What will you do to attract attention from your crush? ~ Tell him jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Flirting or Kissing? ~ Flirting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Hugs or Kisses? ~ Hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Teddies or Hot guys/ladies? ~ Teddies. they comfort me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Nice or Naughty? ~ Nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Muscular or Tall? ~ Tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Good looking or Rich? ~ Good looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Ever-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;kiss a stranger? ~ noo. It would be fun. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;tried drugs? ~ noo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;been in love with someone you aren't suppose to love? ~ yeaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Got Sick from drinking too much? ~ nope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Daydream in class? ~ yeaa.. who doesn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Broke Someone's heart? ~ dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;liked a friend more than just a friend? ~ yeaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;think of having sex on a first date? ~ noo. way to weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;kiss someone with the same sex? ~ noo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;liked a teacher? ~ noo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;starve yourself for one day just because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;you wanna look good for something important the next day? ~ noo. why would I do that. thats dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you believe in-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Yourself? ~ yeaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Miracles? ~ If I saw a flying pig then yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Santa Claus? ~ Yeah. Until I'm 5 I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Angels? ~ Yeah. If I read Fairy Tale stories to 5 year olds for their own sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Is there anyone you would wanna be with right now? ~ yeaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;If you can bring back someone who  passed away, would you? and why? ~ yeaa. cuz I love that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight? ~ yeaaa.. but that doesn't mean I believe in miracles or angels.-_-&lt;br /&gt;Answer Truthfully&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like taking over the world? ~ yeaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Last-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;text message from? ~ Lena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;call from? ~ my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;call made? ~ my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;comment in friendster? ~ by kok yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;book you read? ~ New Moon by Stephenie Meyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;person you swore at? ~ Clarence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;There it is. I know. It's dumb. I copied it from friendster and added a few new ones anyway.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;well, Rachel signing off for now. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-627871054685550338?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/627871054685550338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=627871054685550338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/627871054685550338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/627871054685550338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-own-tag-questions-or-whatever-you.html' title='tag...'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-203629024636511835</id><published>2008-03-01T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:04:30.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best day of the Year..yet Worst Day of 2008...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SMK Seri Saujana Sports Day and SK Bandar Baru Seri Petaling Carnival day is FINALLY here!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I did the dumbest thing ever during yesterday morning. I was suppose to wake up at like 5:30AM to prepare for school before my uncle comes and fetch me at 6:30AM. But instead, I woke up at 4AM thinking it was 5:45AM already. So I spent the other 2 hours listening to songs and taking a short nap before my uncle came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Reached school about 6:45AM. The sky was still very dark. And it was still raining. Practiced a little bit in the Dewan Bacaan. Since it was still raining around 9 something, I have a strong feeling that Sports Day will be canceled. We were still in the Dewan Bacaan. And since we learned a new way of kinda insulting people. It goes like this, when the commander shouts 'Tepuk,tepuk Eng Chew hamsap!' he/she means clapping our hands twice before saying a thing. Then, all the members will clap their hands twice and shout, 'Eng Chew, Eng Chew. Hamsap, hamsap.' clap their hands twice again, 'Eng Chew Hamsap' clap their hands twice for the last time, 'Aiyoyo!!!'&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We did it and got caught doing it by Eng Chew himself. Siao. Then he started insulting Rumah Merah also. Kaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;some of you might not understand. So I better not go any further about this clapping thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Anyways, at around 9:45AM, our teachers started the opening ceremony. It ended at 10 something. And since the rain stopped, they decided to carry on with the perbarisan. As in marching. But just as we were starting, it started to drizzle again. So we have to march in the rain! The real Sports Day was postponed until after the school holidays. Where they have the you know, cheerleaders and racing. Lena, Tuck Fai, Sook Yii, Chien and I went to my house after it ended in my mom's car. Tuck Fai sat next to Lena!!! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Reached SKBBSP at about 11 AM and the second I saw my guy-friends, Nickky Lee and Robin, I got sprayed all over. It seemed that some workers were selling snow cans. You know, the ones when sprayed there's white or colorful stuffs coming out making your body wet and sticky. And smelly too. I got sprayed the most. Let me list down all the people that sprayed me from the most to the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nickky Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Kai Hoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Hui Zhen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tuck Fai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Robin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Wong Chee Meng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kok Yin sprayed my butt!!I got sprayed by Kai Hoe too. At one time, I saw Nickky Lee with a soccer ball. I narrowed my eyes at him as he was looking at me too. It was pretty darn obvious he's gonna kick the ball and expect it to hit my face. And I was like Go For It!Hit My Face!. He really did kicked it. But eventually it didn't hit my face nor my body. It hit Kok Yin's butt instead. And Nickky didn't even bothered to say Sorry to her. His favorite target is me. Well, from SKBBSP anyways. I think. He likes to bully me A LOT back when I was 11 years old. And Kok Yin and Lena used to protect me. This goes to Kok Yin and Lena: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;There were many more. Most of the boys target my head and face while the others target my clothes. The Snow went into my eyes 3 times and into my ear twice. My beloved New handphone also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;kena-ed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;2 times or maybe more! After that, we went to the basketball court nearby our old school and walked back again. On our way back walking, I helped Lena to hold her F&amp;amp;N Strawberry gassy drink. I hold it with one hand with my drink and I was so blur that when I drank my drink, I accidentally poured that Strawberry drink and it was on my beloved Miss T shirt!!!... how dumb of me,right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Oh yeah, before that, Nickky and Kai Hoe was spraying Lena too. And Tuck Fai was there to protect her!! Nickky called Tuck Fai to hold Lena's hand and he really did!!! I took a picture of them holding hands. But I don't wanna post it here. I'll get killed by Lena or Tuck Fai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;But it was really sweet!!! There's not much time to take pictures but I did took a few. Here there are;\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ok09Yk9ZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/EZ06XVmdkyA/s1600-h/rachel+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172987614237881746" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ok09Yk9ZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/EZ06XVmdkyA/s320/rachel+017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nicky and Kai Hoe. and his drink. lmao!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ok1dYk9aI/AAAAAAAAAYs/G1yyvC6ui-Y/s1600-h/rachel+019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172987622827816354" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ok1dYk9aI/AAAAAAAAAYs/G1yyvC6ui-Y/s320/rachel+019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Teachers united. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ojZdYk9UI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7Bj7ViSUmTo/s1600-h/rachel+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172986042279851330" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ojZdYk9UI/AAAAAAAAAX8/7Bj7ViSUmTo/s320/rachel+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;En. Mokhtar!!! One of my favorite teacher. He's so kind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ojZ9Yk9VI/AAAAAAAAAYE/lRaoIEfWrFE/s1600-h/rachel+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172986050869785938" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ojZ9Yk9VI/AAAAAAAAAYE/lRaoIEfWrFE/s320/rachel+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nicky again, posing. En. Romzi flirted with him. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ojadYk9WI/AAAAAAAAAYM/HRZfXwd6NkY/s1600-h/rachel+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172986059459720546" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ojadYk9WI/AAAAAAAAAYM/HRZfXwd6NkY/s320/rachel+012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The basketball court. Oh! There's Nickky Lee!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The white shirt one on the right posing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8oja9Yk9XI/AAAAAAAAAYU/_Z05L61GfBo/s1600-h/rachel+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172986068049655154" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8oja9Yk9XI/AAAAAAAAAYU/_Z05L61GfBo/s320/rachel+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The canteen. One of my favorite place in SKBBSP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ojbNYk9YI/AAAAAAAAAYc/dsWdMab2Qis/s1600-h/rachel+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172986072344622466" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ojbNYk9YI/AAAAAAAAAYc/dsWdMab2Qis/s320/rachel+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Mr. Nicky Chuah rubbing his nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ohitYk9PI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eQahKR_xeKk/s1600-h/rachel+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172984002170385650" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ohitYk9PI/AAAAAAAAAXU/eQahKR_xeKk/s320/rachel+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Our beloved SKBBSP teachers working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ohmNYk9QI/AAAAAAAAAXc/d-BUNdU6f28/s1600-h/rachel+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172984062299927810" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ohmNYk9QI/AAAAAAAAAXc/d-BUNdU6f28/s320/rachel+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Kai Hoe Drinking Milo while asking me something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ohm9Yk9RI/AAAAAAAAAXk/uTqTY7ib85k/s1600-h/rachel+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172984075184829714" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ohm9Yk9RI/AAAAAAAAAXk/uTqTY7ib85k/s320/rachel+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The fish pond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ohm9Yk9SI/AAAAAAAAAXs/jj7ewjHOp4w/s1600-h/rachel+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172984075184829730" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ohm9Yk9SI/AAAAAAAAAXs/jj7ewjHOp4w/s320/rachel+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The sign that said 'Selamat Datang Ke Rumah Hantu'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ohntYk9TI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PbCPdigj8IY/s1600-h/rachel+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172984088069731634" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ohntYk9TI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PbCPdigj8IY/s320/rachel+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The long queue outside Rumah Hantu( the Ghost house)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Went back to my house after that with Lena,Kok Yin,Nicky,Christina, Hui Zhen and her little Brother, Jason. I washed my hair. and since I kena-ed the most,on my head. My hair still smells like the spray snow even though i washed it with a lot of shampoo. Anyways,Took a picture:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8oli9Yk9bI/AAAAAAAAAY0/mROiwTVPlho/s1600-h/rachel+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172988404511864242" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8oli9Yk9bI/AAAAAAAAAY0/mROiwTVPlho/s320/rachel+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;lmao!!Nicky looked like he was doing something. but he was only holding his handphone so it looked like something. lmao!! Sorry, Nicky! it's just too funny!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Went to Genting after that.I felt car sick caused by the horrible smell of spraying snow and sms-ing Lena when the car was moving. Ergh. anyways, Had a Little fun. Saw a lot of teens there. I had a lot of fun today, though I got sprayed and my hair smells really bad now. even my pillow smells like it too now. I mean the snow thingy. but, I just wish I'll be able to do this again next year. or in fact every year. with my beloved friends by my side. having a lot of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Well, gotta go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;till next time. stay funny. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-203629024636511835?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/203629024636511835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=203629024636511835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/203629024636511835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/203629024636511835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/best-day-of-yearyet-worst-day-of-2008.html' title='Best day of the Year..yet Worst Day of 2008...'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R8ok09Yk9ZI/AAAAAAAAAYk/EZ06XVmdkyA/s72-c/rachel+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-7229484615522415136</id><published>2008-02-27T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T03:35:51.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired like hell..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;went to school at like 7 am today...ok, maybe 8am..for marching..and finished at almost 11 am..so tiring...i can't even feel my legs for a minute..and the ikrar thinggy was way long..we have to stand under the burning hot sun...ergh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;After recess and P.E, went back to class...it was English class and Pn Chairul gave us a little bit of work so, we get to fool around for another 1 and a half hour..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;I was fooling around writing my crush's name over and over again on a piece of white paper and I gave Chien to see. Zachary saw it and he told Tushaar...But Tushaar didn't see it so he kept asking me who is my crush..LOL..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;and my crush passed by my class and I talked about him with Chien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Eugene eventually, saw what I mouthed. And he was like 'OOOHHH!!!!(my crush's name)!!!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;and I was like 'SHUT UP!!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;dunno whether my crush heard it or not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;so humiliating... =.=...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;anyway,gotta sleep early, have to go to school at 7 am tomorrow again. For the whole marching practice. Fug...and we're having Exams next week!!! not cool!!! but to cool of, this Saturday is finally, SMK Seri Saujana's Sports Day and SKBBSP's Carnival Day. LOL... =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;well,gotta go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Raichu signing off for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-7229484615522415136?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7229484615522415136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=7229484615522415136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/7229484615522415136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/7229484615522415136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/tired-like-hell.html' title='tired like hell..'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-4865760817425154927</id><published>2008-02-23T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T23:54:39.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ... you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.glitter-graphics.com&gt;&lt;img                                         src=http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1/1919m3v26vlf5u.gif width=281 height=60 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.glitter-works.org target=_blank&gt;glitter-graphics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href=http://www.glitter-graphics.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/287/287489g47f23kdnn.gif width=404 height=380 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.glitter-works.org target=_blank&gt;glitter-graphics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-4865760817425154927?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4865760817425154927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=4865760817425154927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/4865760817425154927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/4865760817425154927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-you.html' title='I ... you...'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-2798207510092789906</id><published>2008-02-23T19:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:01:11.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LMAO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My friend,Nicky,recommended these Videos on Youtube to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I watched it and I laughed like a crazy bitch imported from Tanjung Rambutan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, these two guys acted like idiots recording these videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So, I think I should share it with the world. How to be nerd was like the funniest.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ndiRRjCyV_E&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ndiRRjCyV_E&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pK4bLMd0avU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pK4bLMd0avU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/khFhF64P3VQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" 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friends, what else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2.A healthy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3.A happy-go-lucky life. lmao.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4.Great health for my family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5.Become an inspirational author just like Stephenie Meyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;THE PERSON WHO TAGGED YOU IS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Zi Juin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;YOUR 5 IMPRESSIONS OF HIM/HER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1.cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2.funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3.active&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4.may be a little bit weird somtimes,but is way funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5.friendly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;MOST MEMORABLE THINGS HE/SHE HAS DONE FOR YOU :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;err..she gave me ideas on how to do decorate our class..ain't that sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;THE MOST MEMORABLE WORDS HE/SHE SAID TO YOU :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'You should use ang pous to do those'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;IF HE/SHE BECOMES YOUR LOVER, YOU WILL:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lmao...I'll give it a try...hahaha..just kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;PASS THE QUIZ TO 10 PEOPLE THAT YOU WISH TO KNOW HOW THEY FEEL ABOUT YOU :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1.Wee Chien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2..Amy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3.Lena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4.Jasmine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5.Queenie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6.Zi Juin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7.Ni Kol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8.Samantha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9.Audrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10.He-who-must-not-be-named.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;WHO IS NO. 7 HAVING A RELATIONSHIP WITH?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LOL..No idea...probably..Deng Yeong?woops...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;WHO IS NO.9 HAVING A RELATIONSHIP WITH?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;umm..I dunno his name..But I think she calls him 7-up guy.. O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;IF NO.9 AND NO.1 ARE TOGETHER, WILL IT BE A GOOD THING?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT??!!Of course it's a NO...I mean..they are GIRLS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;WHAT ABOUT NO.1 AND NO.5?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;umm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1.They are girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2.They are BFF's?!!but they do have a lot in common. O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;just saying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;WHAT IS NO.3 STUDYING?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Probably the same things as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;WHEN IS THE LAST TIME YOU CHATTED WITH NO.6?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yesterday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;DOES NO.4 WORK?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;No...She's only like 13..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;DOES NO.8 HAS ANY COUSINS IN HIS/HER OWN SCHOOL?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes. Me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;WOULD YOU WOO NO.8?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1.What the hell is WOO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2.Ummm..I guess no...cause WOO sounds like a bad thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;HOW ABOUT NO.5?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;what's WOO&gt;&gt;?...no idea..so,no answer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;DOES NO.2 HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yeah. 2 brothers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;HOW DID YOU GET TO KNOW NO.2?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;err..Through friends, I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;IS NO.5 THE SEXIEST PERSON IN THE WORLD?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;umm....^^...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-3883172257014229216?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3883172257014229216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=3883172257014229216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/3883172257014229216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;nothing special happened during the last few days...just got alot of ang pous!!!LOL...anyways..went to NiKol's house yesterday-and Nicky's-we gambled abit at Nick's..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;and went to NiKol's house to have dinner...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;we were talking about ghost stories...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;so we made our rounds to tell...though it wasn't what I thought it would be...Clarence ended up being an uninvited guest..and he was so annoying..but I enjoyed it-what the boys did..super funny-..the ghost stories were indeed scary...and it was like 10pm at night too!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;the scariest was Nicky's...it was like a woman with a bleeding eye next to his brother's friend..super freaky..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;NiKol and I screamed at most of the parts of the story..NiKol screamed the Longest while I screamed the Loudest...I wanted to run away..but the feeling of staying there and listening always covers me when it comes to listening to ghost stories..and since it's dark and at night..it's super extreme..so awesome!but still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I wore Nicky's chain thingy that is pinned to your leg..so supremely awesome!and nice..Nicky went home leaving his chain thingy with me.so I called him up..and he said he'll give it to me!as like a birthday present!yay!!!so,I got ang pows and a chain thingy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I know I'm crazy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;anyways,I'm trying to write my own story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm amazingly inspired by &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Meg Cabot&lt;/span&gt; and other amazing authors...reading their books gives me the urge to write my own story and see what it feels like to have your own story..can't wait for Twilight the Movie!and once again..Happy CNY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-8982095839599029466?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/8982095839599029466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=8982095839599029466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/8982095839599029466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/8982095839599029466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-cny.html' title='Happy CNY...'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-4305673687348397225</id><published>2008-02-03T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T02:39:07.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;yay!!!Cny's coming....so awesome...I'm desperate for a new phone...so with all the money I can get..I'll buy the phone I've eyed for quite a while or maybe a new one???I fucking love Sony Erisson phones the best...so hi-tech!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyways,I went to Sunway Piramid today with my parents...shopping trip with Moms...awesome..she could be the fashion assistant...shopping trip with Dads...so awesome!he could be the ATM machine....shopping trip with both of them...super awesome and boring...awesome part:fashion tips...money$$...super boring..they'll act like a couple while you'll feel like a a left out child...see???we MUST think TWICE before shopping with parents...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Unfortunately,no hot guys today...but I did fell in love with a Nike shoe...it was so awesome..and the price?lagi awesome...RM329 or something like that...my parents suggested another shoe...Nike branded too...it was perfect pink and gray in color..I loved it so bought it but am still in love with the other one...the one I heart is shocking pink and black...actually,I wanted Skechers at first...but I fell in love with NikeWoman now..no choice..LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Stopped by at Popular and saw a nice book I'm aiming for-right after I finish New Moon!!!-it's called 'A Place Called Here' by Cecelia Ahern...read the summary...a bitter-sweet story...I think...still reading New Moon..gosh,I'm such a slow reader..!!!look at my cousin,Samantha..she can read one whole book in just ONE DAY!!!me??it'll take me like 1 and a half months??yeah...I stink...Till next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-4305673687348397225?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4305673687348397225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=4305673687348397225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/4305673687348397225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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wants to play badminton..so me,her and Nicky went to school early to play...before we started playing...me and Lena were talking at a corner of the Dewan Terbuka...suddenly,there's this freaky guy came and asked me and Lena,'Miss,what's your name?'..Lena thought he was asking me...I thought he was asking her..but seriously...he was asking me!!!and I'm like what the...?!why hit on me?so we avoid him..and the funniest thing was he spoke in Mandarin which I don't really understand what he was Talking bout...damn embarrassing...and Nick didn't even help us!!!so not awesome...I was obviously being hit on...and I'm now so terrified of older guys...though I still have crush on cute ones..hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;Then,it was time fer kawad kaki...bad thing...suffered...'kiri,kiri,kiri,kanan,kiri' keep repeating the same thing over and over again...as we continued...Lena's right knee started to ache in pain...soon,she started crying...so,we all stopped to take a look at her..Nicky was so worried he ask me what's wrong and I told him that she sprained her leg or something..so she was brought to the bilik kesihatan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;me,Nick and Queenie stood out there waiting to hear the good new: She's alright...but as we waited no news was announced...and Nick say he feels like we're standing infront of a ward waiting for an operation to end...and Nick was so worried..(helping Lena to take her things..asking if she's alright)..me and Quinn felt like we're watching a romance movie only it's reality...next,Nicky have to go for audition for something..not long after that,Zheng Hong kor kor called us in...we went in and saw Lena had stopped crying...cause there were so many seniors there joking and making her laugh....we stayed with her til assembly started...no one scolded us so we stayed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously,we can't stay long...so went back to class...during one of the subjects..teacher didn't give us work so we talked...I wrote all these text blends talking bout' love and stuffs..I got it on www.glitter-graphics.com..you know I'm obsessed over Prince of Tennis..so I wrote all those crap and I wrote:To:Ryoma...just for fun..I know,it's crap...Weeliang saw it and snatched it from me..and Eugene also read it...I wasn't embarrassed at first.but soon he and Eugene started laughing so loud..I was mad..and took it back..my moral teacher almost saw it..I seriously felt like exploding that time... after that, study and made fun of Andrew and Eugene as usual...but they are so-called class clowns...school is just way fun with them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;...it's just so...sch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,255)"&gt;ool-ish...you know..joke with your friends...learn new stuffs...that's life...that is why sometimes I'm actually glad that God didn't give us everything we asked for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2757457415485029912-3805513693022631149?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3805513693022631149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=3805513693022631149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/3805513693022631149'/><link rel='self' 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for kawad kaki practice again today...we're training soo hard fer the Hari Sukan...and I was&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; late&lt;/span&gt; after showing Lena and Cindy to the Cyber Lab....so there's this 18 year old guy named Zheng Hong -or something like that-bullied(kinda)me...he made me sit on a chair..with everyone's eyes on &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;ME!&lt;/span&gt;!!all on ME!!!ME!!ME!!!so humiliating...Wong Jun Lim,a prefect I hate really much,was there too..even though he's not in the Red House...such a penyibuk...bluek..I forgot to button the upper part of my shirt..and that Wong J.L actually SAW it...!!!and he called a girl senior to call me to button since I dunno Mandarin that much...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Wong Jun Lim:sei,sei,sei!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Then,I saw my cousin,Samantha...and she was talking to her friends...she saw me sitting in a chair being joked about by the Zheng Hong...she waved at me and that Zheng Hong saw..he asked Sam if I'm her cousin or something like that and Samantha said yes...and she told him that if  he dares to touch me then she will kill him...so that Zheng Hong walked towards me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;touched my head.&lt;/span&gt;.and Sam was like terrified..kinda...she went back to class after that...I could survive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Before that being joked about thingy happened,Lena was in the Dewan Terbuka with me and Chien...she was drinking a bottle of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;mango juice&lt;/span&gt; and three of us were sitting together...my guy-friend,Mun Jun was playing football in the hall with Jun Wei...Mun Jun threw the ball to Jun Wei but that ball actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;kena-ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; Lena,so she spilled the mango juice &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ALL OVER&lt;/span&gt; her pinafore while me and Chien only kena-ed abit..Tuck Fai(Nicky)came joining in the war...and while Lena and Chien went to the toilet to wash up,I was in the hall fighting with Mun Jun and Nicky...that stupid Nicky went to splash water at me!!!I ended up screaming like for 3 times with many pairs of eyes on me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay,after kawad kaki...it was rehat time...and after rehat,P.E...the girls form 1 Usaha and 1 Setia have to run 50 meters...while the boys played soccer...to be honest,I really wanna smack our P.E teacher cause she made us run under the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;freaking hot sun&lt;/span&gt;...I'd rather played soccer...some of us from 1 Usaha decided to ponteng the rest of the class by resting under shelter in front of the field...we saw a bunch of elder guys going into the school and came out..and some of the discipline teacher came out and those boys got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;busted&lt;/span&gt;...!!!next,we went back up to class and talked about dumb things and found out that my classmate,Zachary actually watch &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Alice Academy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Bananas In Pajamas&lt;/span&gt;...me,Eugene,Wee Liang and Jo Yi laughed like hell...there's this way annoying guy,Andrew Goh accused me of giving him 'the stare' everytime he gets in my way.....but I enjoyed myself today...lastly,me,Lena and 2 more girls got picked by senior Zheng Hong to be his so-called girlfriend...he promised us that if we win,he';ll reward us &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; time...can't wait...let's see what happens next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-6911139551309252749?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6911139551309252749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=6911139551309252749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/6911139551309252749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/6911139551309252749'/><link rel='alternate' 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rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I have afternoon session school but yesterday I went at 10:00 am because have to practice marching for sports day..which is suffering..but hey,I survived..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;anyways,we started the pe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;rhimpunan at 2 something in the afternoon...Lena,Wee Chien and I were wearing our P.E outfits thinking the discipline teachers wouldn't care if we didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; change..which is dumb of us...at exactly 2:00pm one of the seniors told us we have to change before getting caught by the prefects...so we ran to the nearest tandas and it was locked..then,we ran up 4 set of stairs to the other tandas...and changed..we were sweating so much!!!we made it in time,eventually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;next,when assembly was over I asked Andrew,one of my guy-friends,to ask a cute guy my friend likes his name...since Andrew owed me a favor cause' I gave him my position as a pengawas sekolah to beco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;me a pengawas koperasi...blek...but unfortunately,he failed...so it was PNP time and I'm like waiting for rehat to talk to Lena...so,after rehat..me and Lena asked Jun Wei to ask that cute guy instead...Jun Wei went up to him and asked..me and Lena were like laughing so hard and running away...I mean how could we stay there and watch Jun Wei do his job??!!We'll be way embarrassed!Turned out cute-guy's name was Tan something..useless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;on Thursday,we had kawad kaki pratice as usual..but it was like during school!!!a prefect from rumah kuning taught us...and he sucked...he was treating us like his little toy armies!!!'Siapa yang tak dengar command saya turun 5 sekarang!!!'and when he said 'turun lima',he didn't mean p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;on with vampires now,though I don't wanna be one...I've read Twilight,New Moon,Vampire Knight and Bloody Kiss...here are some pictures of it...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ush ups...he meant like holding your ears and squat up and down..what a pig!...an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;yways,I really feel like insulting him...he has tuition at the same tuition center as me!!!he's damn sombong...he plays basketball,(speaking of basketball,they had b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;asketball on the court yesterday..saw some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; really hot guys...isn't basketball fun??)but he's still short!!!I hate him as much as I hate clowns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay,I think I'm typing as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;if I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;writi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ng in my own diary...so,I'm not going any further...reading Stephenie Meyer's 'New Moon'...it rocks!!!Vampire+romance+werewolves..where can you get to read a story like that??!!Jacob is soo sweet..!!!I have an obsessi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geneva.lib.il.us/Blogs/Teens/Twilight.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://www.geneva.lib.il.us/Blogs/Teens/Twilight.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;The first best book of the decade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n38/n191782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n38/n191782.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sequal of Twilight...love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coverbrowser.com/image/bestselling-comics-2007/282-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://www.coverbrowser.com/image/bestselling-comics-2007/282-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Knight manga..the main characters are way cute!!the main girl character,Yuuki is so pretty!!!and Kaname and Zero,both of them are on the cover of the picture above..so charming!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sugar888.com/img/bloody_kiss_iii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://sugar888.com/img/bloody_kiss_iii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,51)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Bloody Kiss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2757457415485029912-1154072139409052321?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1154072139409052321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=1154072139409052321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/1154072139409052321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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255);"&gt;Lena&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Kok Yin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Chuan Lyn&lt;/span&gt; plus my mom to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Berjaya Times Square&lt;/span&gt;...Had breakfast at Kuchai Lama's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;McDonald's&lt;/span&gt;,banyak sedap...then continued our trip to Times Square...after my mom parked the car we took the elevator up..then a few people came in and there was this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;really tall man&lt;/span&gt; standing in front of me,very close too..so,I moved to my right which was to Chuan Lyn's side but he was too close.I tried my left side which is Lena and Kok Yin's sides and it didn't worked either..suddenly,the tall man took a step backwards making me moving my head backwards too and I'd actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;knocked my head&lt;/span&gt; on the elevator wall or whatever you call it(I'd noticed Kok Yin and Lena were giggling real loud for the tall man to turn around and look at them strangely..)..it hurts..when we got out of the elevator,Kok Yin and Lena were laughing hard..so NOT my day...we went straight up to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Golden Screen Cinemas&lt;/span&gt; to take the reservation tickets to Watch the latest comedy movie:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Alvin and The Chipmunks&lt;/span&gt;...sangat funny..my favorite singer,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jesse McCartney&lt;/span&gt; was starred in it as well..the whole hall was filled with people even though it was only 12 pm...every funny part,me and my friends can hear another bunch of girls sitting not too far away from us(we were sitting in the front role)laughing loudly...but that was okay since the whole hall laughed quite loud itself too...LOL...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2n7cEcJNeI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NEdlgvnswMg/s1600-h/rachel+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145920508894197218" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2n7cEcJNeI/AAAAAAAAAWI/NEdlgvnswMg/s320/rachel+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;A nice looking shop with Christmas decoratings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2n7cUcJNfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wgr1LMVXzHY/s1600-h/rachel+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145920513189164530" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2n7cUcJNfI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wgr1LMVXzHY/s320/rachel+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Me and Lena....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;After the movie we went to take sticker pictures...the machine sucked..and the words was in Mandarin so we have no freaking idea how it worked...but we managed to make up to it akhirnya...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2n7c0cJNhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/H1D6rMyFbVY/s1600-h/rachel+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145920521779099154" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2n7c0cJNhI/AAAAAAAAAWg/H1D6rMyFbVY/s320/rachel+055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;The sticker pictures that we took...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;Then my mom went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Borders&lt;/span&gt; leaving us 4 walking around taking pictures together..we saw a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; card on the floor...&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;RM18.00'&lt;/span&gt; was written on it...so I thought of taking a picture of it...while I was adjusting the camera angle,A bunch of boys passed us and one of them(pointing at another guy) said to Lena in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Mandarin&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;'Miss,he wants your phone number&lt;/span&gt;'(xiao jie, ta yao ni de tian hua hao ma)and Lena was so stunned she was looking at him with wide eyes..suddenly,Kok Yin replied in Mandarin too,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;'She's not Miss&lt;/span&gt;'(ta bu shi xiao jie!)...(Kok Yin told me that she saw that guy looked back at us and laughed)we laughed like crazy too..I looked up from the camera,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;missing&lt;/span&gt; the whole thing that happened or how did the guy looked like,then I saw a guy walking near Lena and he looked at her too, then he saw me looking at him,quickly,I turned back to face the camera...I ended up not taking that picture cause' we &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ran away&lt;/span&gt; as quick as possible..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;Next we were walking and walking and felt like going to the toilet so we went to the nearest one...I was playing around with the camera,video recording.. then when we got in the toilet,we saw two girls,one of them looked like a guy...the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;guy-look-alike&lt;/span&gt; was actually trying to help the other girl to button her shorts because the button's hole is too small..and I'd actually recorded that!!when we walked in earlier,I thought that guy-look-alike was actually a guy...LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;We went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;jalan-jalan&lt;/span&gt; again afterwards...taking pictures,the funniest part was we played with the lift pushing 2 or 3 buttons then it'll go up and we can see the view..it was way fun..gotta do it again next time..and then Kok Yin and Chuan Lyn started playing &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;hide and seek&lt;/span&gt; with me and Lena...well,not really hide and seek just running around with me and Lena trying to find each other..and while me and Lena were finding them I saw some guys looking at us like we're lost...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;super embarassing&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2n7ckcJNgI/AAAAAAAAAWY/0UOO0l_cmJU/s1600-h/rachel+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145920517484131842" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2n7ckcJNgI/AAAAAAAAAWY/0UOO0l_cmJU/s320/rachel+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Roller Coaster...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;Finally,we took some pictures with the beautiful &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Christmas tree&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt; who knew how to say '&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Peace!&lt;/span&gt;'...and of course he did say '&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;HoHoHo!!Merry Christmas!!&lt;/span&gt;'..then we went back...I had a lot of fun today and I wish I can do the lift thing again someday..LOL...gotta go!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2n9G0cJNjI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iQkDIC-9EKU/s1600-h/rachel+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145922342845232690" style="" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2n9G0cJNjI/AAAAAAAAAWw/iQkDIC-9EKU/s320/rachel+034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;me lena and kok yin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2n9GkcJNiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/6vYX5i4jHIw/s1600-h/rachel+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145922338550265378" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2n9GkcJNiI/AAAAAAAAAWo/6vYX5i4jHIw/s320/rachel+038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;The Santa Claus who knew how to say 'Peace!'&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/2757457415485029912-6927465872148698379?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6927465872148698379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=6927465872148698379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/6927465872148698379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/6927465872148698379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YIYBi-ToSmk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YIYBi-ToSmk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;2.You got Game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gRjnSVQExtI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gRjnSVQExtI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Tennis..'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-2928153899401422913</id><published>2007-12-11T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T00:10:59.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince of Tennis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My latest obsession;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prince of Tennis&lt;/span&gt;..an anime about a 12 years old guy named &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Echizen Ryoma&lt;/span&gt; becoming a &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Seigaku&lt;/span&gt;(his school's name..and his school's tennis team happens to be a very famous team..)&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;regular&lt;/span&gt;..and trains/practices hard to defeat his enemies...he was unbeatable to the enemies he faces..but there were 2 people he can't beat no matter how many times he tried...they are:Ryoma's Tennis club captain,Tezuka Kunimitsu and his dad,also the a legendary tennis player who inspired thousands of people all over Japan and most parts of the world..Echizen Nanjirou,....his dad was going to be the best in the world but retires suddenly due to some reason.. Ryoma never gave up and trained hard everyday..he believes that one day he'll defeat both of them..his teammates are really great too..here are some pictures of them;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Seigaku Regulars..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R17YxMV_t2I/AAAAAAAAADk/KADg6j0ykCc/s1600-h/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Prince-of-Tennis_bluewitch201(0_72)__THISRES__141088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142786164142356322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R17YxMV_t2I/AAAAAAAAADk/KADg6j0ykCc/s320/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Prince-of-Tennis_bluewitch201(0_72)__THISRES__141088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R17fRcV_t7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/gDc602xODsg/s1600-h/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Prince-of-Tennis_NekoiEchizen(0_73)__THISRES__147907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142793315262904242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R17fRcV_t7I/AAAAAAAAAEM/gDc602xODsg/s320/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Prince-of-Tennis_NekoiEchizen(0_73)__THISRES__147907.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R17fkcV_t8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/5O7EI7GV7UU/s1600-h/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Prince-of-Tennis_vivian_88063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142793641680418754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R17fkcV_t8I/AAAAAAAAAEU/5O7EI7GV7UU/s320/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Prince-of-Tennis_vivian_88063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;The one with the spects and the dark brown haired guy is the captain,&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Tezuka Kunimitsu&lt;/span&gt;..I have a crush on him and &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Fuji Syusuke&lt;/span&gt;.. a Genius..I have another crush on him also!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Here's a picture of the captain,Tezuka Kunimitsu;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R19LucV_uDI/AAAAAAAAARo/Z0YKhvYKWzc/s1600-h/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_Prince-of-Tennis_pmlpikachu_20759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142912560734910514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R19LucV_uDI/AAAAAAAAARo/Z0YKhvYKWzc/s320/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_Prince-of-Tennis_pmlpikachu_20759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Here are some Pictures of Fuji Syusuke;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R17gGcV_t9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/iioGVouTt3w/s1600-h/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Prince-of-Tennis_NekoiEchizen(0_73)__THISRES__147951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142794225795971026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R17gGcV_t9I/AAAAAAAAAEc/iioGVouTt3w/s320/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Prince-of-Tennis_NekoiEchizen(0_73)__THISRES__147951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R19MlcV_uFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Hkne6xaYx0k/s1600-h/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Prince-of-Tennis_pmlpikachu_60126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142913505627715666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R19MlcV_uFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Hkne6xaYx0k/s320/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Prince-of-Tennis_pmlpikachu_60126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R19NGMV_uGI/AAAAAAAAASA/XlpXqeSPJOk/s1600-h/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_Prince-of-Tennis_Xenogears_11527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142914068268431458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R19NGMV_uGI/AAAAAAAAASA/XlpXqeSPJOk/s320/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dwallpapers_Prince-of-Tennis_Xenogears_11527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The main Character of the show..Ryoma Echizen...I'd actually have a crush on this guy..you Might think I'm crazy To be crushing on Guys that dont't Exist...but That's my habit and I'm Proud of it...hehe..His gorgeous and charming...and he ends up with a cute girl his age..Which is Extremely Good..Because he's a Quiet and Weird guy who takes tennis as his Life..Ryoma is Just interested in being Just friends..I guess That girl made him Changed his Mind somehow..but seriously people..!those two makes a sweet couple..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R17aD8V_t4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/czgTy15MxI0/s1600-h/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Prince-of-Tennis_arrow_5685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142787585776531330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R17aD8V_t4I/AAAAAAAAAD0/czgTy15MxI0/s320/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Prince-of-Tennis_arrow_5685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well,in the show,Ryoma was born in the United States of America..but he came back to Japan to Challenge 16 year old guys...so,he's really good in English too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R17a08V_t5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/UQSMhfcPQio/s1600-h/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Prince-of-Tennis_vivian_87596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142788427590121362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R17a08V_t5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/UQSMhfcPQio/s320/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Prince-of-Tennis_vivian_87596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R17bw8V_t6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/s6cCG6qMxmQ/s1600-h/19483819a3870516071b421689486l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142789458382272418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R17bw8V_t6I/AAAAAAAAAEE/s6cCG6qMxmQ/s320/19483819a3870516071b421689486l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R19MKcV_uEI/AAAAAAAAARw/sIPa5FZRLdM/s1600-h/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Prince-of-Tennis_CedricDiggory_101719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142913041771247682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R19MKcV_uEI/AAAAAAAAARw/sIPa5FZRLdM/s320/%5Blarge%5D%5BAnimePaper%5Dscans_Prince-of-Tennis_CedricDiggory_101719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It's a really nice and exciting show..really worth Watching..everytime When I'd just finished watching a match in most episodes,I really feel like playing tennis and trying the skills/technique even though I have &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NO IDEA&lt;/span&gt; how to play tennis...It's just soo exciting!the boys in the show are way gorgeous to stop watching..some of the boys in of the Seigaku rivals teams are totally cute too..I have to say;best anime I've seen so far..but maybe not for the &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Naruto&lt;/span&gt; fans..I don't even watch Naruto anyways... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-.- ...but I like Sasuke..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-2928153899401422913?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2928153899401422913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=2928153899401422913' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/2928153899401422913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/2928153899401422913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/prince-of-tennis.html' title='Prince of Tennis'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Aiman&lt;/span&gt;.. went to&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;jalan-jalan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; around after that with my two other friends,smart &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Kok Y&lt;/span&gt;in and pretty &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ke Li&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We were playing with the lift then went to the arcade to watch my guy-friends,crazy and intelligent &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Fadhli&lt;/span&gt; playing a gun game like he's already crazy..he was going &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'Ahhhh!!!!&lt;/span&gt;'(we were lucky that there,in the arcade was loud with the sound of the machines,if it's not for the machines,everyone in the arcade would be looking at us cause of Fadhli's 'Ahhhh!!!!')while pushing the button or whatever you call that on that gun...we &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;cheered&lt;/span&gt; for him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Went back to the pizza restaurant where we ate earlier....NiKol cut her &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;birthday cake&lt;/span&gt; and we started the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;cream war&lt;/span&gt;...I &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; a lot of time on my face...and quite a lot of people &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;kena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from me as well...like tall &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Mun J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;,pretty Ling,beautiful NiKol and others...it was fun..we were actually running around like &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;idiots &lt;/span&gt;chasing each other...with other &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;strangers&lt;/span&gt; looking at us...like we're born in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tanjung Rambutan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Went to the supermarket to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;jalan-jalan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;again..Ke Li &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;belanja-ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; me and Kok Yin yogurt drink...fought with my guy-friend Wee Liang,which wasn't a big deal cause' we do fight in school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Kok yin and Ke Li left...which left crazy me,absolutely beautiful,intelligent,cute,sweet and stunning &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;NiKol&lt;/span&gt;,pretty&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; Ling&lt;/span&gt;,intelligent&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt; Syazween&lt;/span&gt;,blur &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jun Wei&lt;/span&gt; and irritating &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Wee Liang&lt;/span&gt;...mom called,have to go back for dinner...NiKol gave me &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;a kiss&lt;/span&gt; on the cheek before I left..I almost &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;fell down&lt;/span&gt; because of the chair behind me...and I'm a girl of course..me and NiKol were just playing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Took pictures with my friends...I'm really gonna miss them!*sobs*...I had alot of fun today too,of course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-1486875069164590717?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1486875069164590717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=1486875069164590717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/1486875069164590717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/1486875069164590717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/get-creamy.html' title='get creamy!'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-8414326896085915482</id><published>2007-12-04T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T18:05:56.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop,shop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Went out to watch the movie '&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;" today at Pavilion with my mom,my aunt and my cousin,&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Samantha&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;The pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2CRFKeNNNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/AxETu8_F44s/s1600-h/imgp1964gs5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143270292353529042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2CRFKeNNNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/AxETu8_F44s/s320/imgp1964gs5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Before the Movie; Me;drinking milo macam dah Blur...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;my aunt looking at something in the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Roxy&lt;/span&gt; shop opposite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2CPm6eNNKI/AAAAAAAAASg/Z_hfYa-pRGU/s1600-h/imgp1966ve4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143268673150858402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2CPm6eNNKI/AAAAAAAAASg/Z_hfYa-pRGU/s320/imgp1966ve4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Took some pictures before the Movie started..macam us in the hall saja..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;super-weird..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2CQY6eNNMI/AAAAAAAAASw/PlpcHstzAhU/s1600-h/imgp1968rl0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143269532144317634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2CQY6eNNMI/AAAAAAAAASw/PlpcHstzAhU/s320/imgp1968rl0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Me dan Samantha...I guess the popcorn Tolong sikit to pose..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2CRWqeNNOI/AAAAAAAAATA/DRRlVsTGC_Y/s1600-h/imgp1973pa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143270593001239778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2CRWqeNNOI/AAAAAAAAATA/DRRlVsTGC_Y/s320/imgp1973pa1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Cantik anot??boleh change color you know...memang beautiful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2CRtKeNNPI/AAAAAAAAATI/gYRi5MG6dM4/s1600-h/imgp1984zf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143270979548296434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2CRtKeNNPI/AAAAAAAAATI/gYRi5MG6dM4/s320/imgp1984zf3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The long queue outside the restaurant..banyak orang leh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The show was great...it was soo funny..after the movie,we went to a buffet restaurant called '&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Jogoya&lt;/span&gt;'..and ate loads of food...it was a &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;delicious meal&lt;/span&gt;...took some pictures with Samantha during our visit there...and Samantha felt pitiful for the fishes and crabs which are gonna be dead soon...I was like &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2CSI6eNNQI/AAAAAAAAATQ/IGcHjTedmUI/s1600-h/imgp1988az7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143271456289666306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2CSI6eNNQI/AAAAAAAAATQ/IGcHjTedmUI/s320/imgp1988az7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;My choice for desert...cookies..I memang suka them..yumm..and tiramisu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it's delicious..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2CSiqeNNRI/AAAAAAAAATY/01aDL-eR0wI/s1600-h/imgp1993wz0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143271898671297810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2CSiqeNNRI/AAAAAAAAATY/01aDL-eR0wI/s320/imgp1993wz0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The crabs yang Samantha felt pity for..banyak kan..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mom and and my aunt said they saw some Hong Kong girl celebs passing us...I don't seem to notice them..but if it's really true..then I really can't that we passed by celebs..just so close!but on the road of course..and we didn't get their autographs!they didn't look like celebs though...they were laughing and talking out loud like local teenage girls do here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Then,we did some shopping at &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sungei Wang&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pavilion&lt;/span&gt;..bought some accessories from &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Teddy Tales&lt;/span&gt;,a present for my friend...and 2 new bottoms from &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Momoe&lt;/span&gt;..really nice..I like em' really much.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Gonna go look for more clothing soon...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;...it's year end!there's &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;sale&lt;/span&gt;!can wait till' the next shopping trip..I had a great time today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2007/12/shopshop.html' title='Shop,shop!'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/R2CRFKeNNNI/AAAAAAAAAS4/AxETu8_F44s/s72-c/imgp1964gs5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-7738573002455474077</id><published>2007-11-30T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T03:26:46.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>way...tired day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Today was a really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suffering day&lt;/span&gt; for me...it was the last day taekwondo class...we had a class with a little bit of students and &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;4 instructors&lt;/span&gt;...who;i preferred to call masters;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Master Sangkara&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Master Kiru&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Master Tee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Master Jason&lt;/span&gt;...Master Kiru and Master Sangkara are brothers...&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;playful brothers&lt;/span&gt;..they like to &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;annoy me and my friends&lt;/span&gt;..so,since it was the last day,they thought of &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;torturing us&lt;/span&gt; and letting them enjoy the fun instead..well,i have to admit...we had fun too...but yet suffering..they(the two annoying brothers)made us do &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;duck-walk&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frog-jump&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jumping-jacks&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;push-ups&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sit-ups&lt;/span&gt;...ten times...many rounds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;after like along time to me...they stopped..the break was usually long..but today..we only had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;2 minits of break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;after the break,we did kicks,as i was absolutely &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;,i can't balance my legs so well...I was like sooo tired...we had to kick the kicking pads after that..it was all torture!!....then &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;ta-da!!&lt;/span&gt;going back time!!i was soo &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;happy and delighted&lt;/span&gt;!!but still it was my last moment in my primary school...so,i took the time and enjoyed every second of it..i felt like crying then;*sobs*...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;it was like leaving a lot of old memories behind..and start all over again in a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;whole new different world&lt;/span&gt;..and splitting up with old friends and fun teachers..*sobs*...i have to admit,i do have alot of &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;precious memories&lt;/span&gt; even though i did had some &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bad times and sad times too&lt;/span&gt;...but most of the time..i really had fun...i'm gonna miss my friends,my teachers,my school and my memories soo soo much!*sobss*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hope i can meet all of my old friends and my old fun teachers from primary school all together in one place someday...if that really came true..i think i would cry of happiness!!*sobs*.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;this was posted 2 days after the suffering taekwondo class:the results for doing what i did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;your thighs will hurt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3 freaking days straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;!ouch!no..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;let's make it 4!...&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/2757457415485029912-7738573002455474077?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7738573002455474077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=7738573002455474077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/7738573002455474077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/7738573002455474077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/waytired-day.html' title='way...tired day...'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-6599046593108431931</id><published>2007-11-30T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T04:24:46.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird dream...transformers...haha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I had a really weird dream last night...i dreamt i was a spy on a stupid mission...guess what the mission was:taking down robots that looks like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Megatron&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Optimus&lt;/span&gt; Prime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;from Transformers..which was totally ridiculous..since i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; watching transformers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;...It was like...the stupidest dream i have ever had...i had a partner too..it's my friend&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Lena&lt;/span&gt;...and a few more close friends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;even my teacher was in it too...i dreamt one part..me and Lena was in one of the classrooms...both of us holding &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;guns like real pros&lt;/span&gt;...x)..then i saw a huge robot fighting with a boy..i can't recognize that boy...but I'm sure i know him...then,me and Lena &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;jumped out&lt;/span&gt; and fought with a big robot...with our guns of course...&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;there were guns and swords everywhere&lt;/span&gt;...oh!and the location of the mission happened to be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;...it was like a &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;fantasy dream&lt;/span&gt; or something...haha...in the end...we had a happy ending..it all happen very fast..but me and my friends &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;became heroes&lt;/span&gt;...then suddenly,&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;poof!&lt;/span&gt;all gone...i woke up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i kept imagining it these days...it's actually kinda fun thinking of  it...no kidding...oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been reading 'Twilight' by Stephenie Meyer...to cover my boredom during the long holidays(long to me)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;even though it's a really thick book(once again;thick to me)but to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;...it got me &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;madly flipping through&lt;/span&gt; the exciting pages of it...it even got me reading it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; like&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; 4 AM&lt;/span&gt; in the morning...really interesting...worth reading... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-6599046593108431931?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/6599046593108431931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=6599046593108431931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/6599046593108431931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/6599046593108431931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/weird-dreamtransformershaha.html' title='weird dream...transformers...haha!'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-6147900448414045913</id><published>2007-11-26T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T00:48:26.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh man....i'm sick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;sickness had covered me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;having flu,headache,sore throat and fever...mom gave me medicine to eat...feeling a little bit better... can't go out...really bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;ate a syrup &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ais&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kacang&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;it's tasty and cold...me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;likey&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;hope that tomorrow I'll feel better..that's all for today(it's a really bad day for me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;gotta go rest...bye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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sick...'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-3962999882653085035</id><published>2007-11-26T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T03:41:33.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly by Ashley Tisdale...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4LfQMV5Vxj0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4LfQMV5Vxj0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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title='Suddenly by Ashley Tisdale...'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-4901846812506023660</id><published>2007-11-25T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T23:32:39.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>touching?...or scary??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;many people make wishes for love...and i believe some of you do too..but i'm here to tell you,becareful for whatyou wish and always listen to others...see,i have two good friends,they are William and Elyia..they like each other verymuch..and last October was my highschool prom for seniors...Elyia waswaiting for William to ask her to theprom..but the problem is,William'sscar ed he'll get rejected byher...everytime he'll come up to meand ask me does Elyia already had a prom date yet...i always said no,not yet and told him to make his move..but he won't listen...so,one night beforethe prom Elyia dragged William and i to see Mrs.Lee,a woman who can see the future..in Mrs.Lee's psychic room(that's what she call it),Elyia asked is the boy she loves going to ask her to a special question...Mrs.Lee said maybe and those other psychic stuff...t hen Elyia saw a crystalball.it was really beautiful,yet heavy...Mrs.Lee said it was a magicball that can grant wishes,only three wishes...and Elyia was soo happy cause if she wish that William will take her to the prom then he'll have the guts to do so...but Mrs.Lee said she wouldn't want to do it cause when you wish for something,the most precious thing from that wish will be gone..Elyia didn't care..but before we walk out of Mrs.Lee's house i heard her saying,'Fine,child.. go ahead and do what you want..but you'll regret like me after this..and don't come tome when that horrible thing gives you trouble,'...HORRIBLE THING..that's what bugs me during the journey back to Elyia's house to have dinner after that...since Elyia's parents went out and her sister was sleeping in her room,we were pretty much alone at that time...after dinner,Elyia made a wish with that crystal ball..she said,'I wish that the boy i love will ask me to the prom,'then lightning strikes a mile away...and all of a sudden,William was acting strange...he said he has an errand to run so he'll go first..and we let him..then i saw there's part one the cystal ball broke but i didn't tell Elyia and i went back home...the next morning,i was watching the morning news and i saw...a news bout' a young guy bout'my age fell from the watertower near our school when the camera man went nearer to the boy,i actually saw William lying dead there on the ground,holding a spray-paintbottle...and when they filmed at the watertower there it was...Elyia's dream...there was words on thewatertower saying,'Elyia,will you go to the prom with me?'...i started crying when i heard them saying maybe he'd fell off the watertower last night and was found dead this morning on the ground..i called Elyia and told her what happened,since i was sobbing soo much,i was sure i didn't say it clearly...but i think she heard the words,William or died..she completely freaked out..then only i understand what was Mrs.Lee talking about...William dying is a bad thing...for a weeks Elyia couldn't eat..she kept crying for days...untill one day in november,she commited to suicide and she wrote a letter to me,she told me that she's in a place with Willaim and they're very happy together..she told me not to worry bout' her anymore and she said i'll find my true love soon,just don't make any wishes ever again...because of one wish,i'd lost two important people in my life..and up till' now i heard rumours saying that they'll appear at high school proms holding hands together... so,if you don't want your boyfriend/girlfriend and you cannot get a happy time together,may them rest in peace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-4901846812506023660?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/4901846812506023660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=4901846812506023660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/4901846812506023660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;rained in the morning&lt;/span&gt;...so of course the &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ground/grass was wet&lt;/span&gt;!!Anyway,we didn't care cause' it'd stopped raining after that......but it was still &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt; to me...then,my friends and i were playing basketball when my teachers called us to gather around a spot...and he'd even called us to &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;SIT&lt;/span&gt; on the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;wet floor&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing i knew we were playing a game planned by them...it was fun because it was a 'team vs. team' game...then we have to take &lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;off our shoes to play soccer&lt;/span&gt;!!!but i got used to it in the end...hehe..when the match was finished,my friends and i felt like &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;peeing&lt;/span&gt; so we went to a nearby toilet,since it was like &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;sooo quiet&lt;/span&gt;,we were &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;freaking out&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half way through,my friend said she saw a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;package that was lying&lt;/span&gt; there like &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;there was a dead body inside&lt;/span&gt; of it..so we &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;screamed and ran off&lt;/span&gt;....there was &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;free ice-cream&lt;/span&gt; but we'd decided we'll take it when we come back from another toilet at the &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;other side of the park&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when we reached there,my guy-friend was telling us there's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;snake nearby&lt;/span&gt;,we freaked out of course..i &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;even screamed&lt;/span&gt;!!cause it's like through the&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt; woods and stuffs&lt;/span&gt;...What if all of a sudden,&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;a bug just fall&lt;/span&gt; down from the tree and &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;landed on my shoulder or my head&lt;/span&gt;??!!but,thank God...that didn't happen...Phew..then when we came out of the toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the same guy told us that he &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;don't know the way back without having a possibility to meet the snake&lt;/span&gt;..sooo we were confused yet acting &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;totally insane&lt;/span&gt;,reaching for our mobile phones trying to call our teachers...and unfortunately..&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;there's NO line&lt;/span&gt;!!Then,my friend,Lena turned into a &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;heroin&lt;/span&gt; by finding a &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt; way back...and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of all,some of my friends and i have to walk on stones(a really rough surface)&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;barefoot&lt;/span&gt;!!!We were walking and walking..it's just like &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Survivor&lt;/span&gt;..a TV show i watched..when we &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; reached back,we were like &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;half dead,yet still fully awake&lt;/span&gt;,because of the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pain&lt;/span&gt; walking &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;barefoot&lt;/span&gt;..and the weather was &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;steaming hot&lt;/span&gt;..even though it rained earlier....my foot was sooo darn it red/pain,that it hurt for like &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;2 DAYS&lt;/span&gt;!!and we'd even missed &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FREE ice-cream&lt;/span&gt;..argh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we gathered around in a shady spot,and realize why our trip has to be on a Monday...cause it's my headmaster's birthday..i don't really like him that much..he gives the &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;longest speeches&lt;/span&gt; I've ever heard in my life during assemblies...my friend and i got splashed by a guy...he'd spread &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ORANGE juice&lt;/span&gt;!!on our shirts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we all head back to school after that(which was at 11 something in the morning,i really thank God,cause i couldn't stand a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;second longer&lt;/span&gt; in that place!!)but,good thing,the girls get to sit in the air-conditioned bus,while the guys sit in the non air-conditioned bus,&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;muahaha&lt;/span&gt;...and when we reached school,there was still time before the bell rings,so we waited in the canteen..making noise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next,i started playing basketball with my friends and a few guys in the canteen..and got scolded by the head prefect...&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ring&lt;/span&gt;!!goes the bell,then,we all took our bags and ran up to the bus-stop...i did have fun today...sooo,it's a fun day i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still,that park still &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;creeps me out&lt;/span&gt;...it's like it's &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;haunted&lt;/span&gt; for some scary reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day,i heard from my friend that it was &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;haunted by a three young people&lt;/span&gt;...he said that the girlfriend was pregnant,but the boyfriend &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;refused to take responsibility for the baby&lt;/span&gt;..so the girlfriend got soo mad that she &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;killed her boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; then put him &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;in a locker somewhere in that park&lt;/span&gt;,and then&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; killed herself including her own child&lt;/span&gt;!!after that incident,the workers &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;threw away the lockers&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;scary right&lt;/span&gt;??i was totally&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; freaking out&lt;/span&gt;...but my friend said that she's not sure if it's true cause he do &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;tells lies sometimes&lt;/span&gt;...??who knows??well,at least &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;we came back safe&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2757457415485029912-5554524467582053721?l=myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5554524467582053721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2757457415485029912&amp;postID=5554524467582053721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/5554524467582053721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2757457415485029912/posts/default/5554524467582053721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myso-calledperfectlife.blogspot.com/2007/11/fun-dayi-guess.html' title='a fun day...i guess...'/><author><name>Rachlovestwilight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03390610527782142994</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cZAIyLzXbwc/SIU7kNEqqeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/TFsHYB3_DFQ/S220/DSC01100+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2757457415485029912.post-9010526251610677832</id><published>2007-10-29T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:43:55.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>intro...my first post..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Hey dudes and Ladies...My name is Rachel for short...I appear in This world On 1st Of January 95...the Reason why I created this Blog was,I'd Decided to Share things that Happen In my Life With People Who are Reading my Blog right Now...I'm a Gurl who likes being Imperfect...To me,Life is a Challenge...And you just have to face the challenges that are Always ahead Of you since The day you were Brought Into this world...You just have to Know the right path to choose..And never regret Choosing the Path you've chose...Just keep looking forward...Be sincere and others will Treat you the same Way...Nobody's perfect...Learn from your Mistakes and you'll Be alright...Life is like That..So,just Live it,Love it,learn From it...but of course Reality Isn't so kind...so What?..Just do the Right thing!..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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