<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:52:24.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>old blog. should die.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>218</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-111167127244425322</id><published>2005-03-24T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T21:34:32.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;:: MOVING ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[feeling] | rahrah-ish&lt;br /&gt;[hearing] | gunbound's irritating music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm MOVING AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL POST URL LATER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-111167127244425322?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/111167127244425322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=111167127244425322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/111167127244425322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/111167127244425322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/03/moving-feeling-rahrah-ish-hearing.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-111154280026821830</id><published>2005-03-23T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T09:53:20.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;:: - ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[feeling] | cold!&lt;br /&gt;[hearing] | lots of ppl talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER EVER GO TO MOS WITH SUETTHENG, SUSHAN, GEN, BRIAN and WEITING. *roars-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was laughing like fuck the other day. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahaha. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YUKI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, random crap again! x_x Doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In IT now. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO NOISY. &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-111154280026821830?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/111154280026821830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=111154280026821830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/111154280026821830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/111154280026821830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-111140419816939802</id><published>2005-03-21T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T19:23:18.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;:: elvie's grace [esg] ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[feeling] | bull + floated&lt;br /&gt;[hearing] | brother saying,'it's s-e-a-n!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bull and floated (full and bloated)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell, just one small favour I did for someone blew up to something huge. Screw?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-111140419816939802?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/111140419816939802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=111140419816939802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/111140419816939802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/111140419816939802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/03/elvies-grace-esg-feeling-bull-floated.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-111132643948555420</id><published>2005-03-20T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T21:47:19.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;:: ack ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[feeling] | worried&lt;br /&gt;[hearing] | siblings quarrelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HOMEWORK IS STILL LEFT UNDONE! &gt;&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;REPORT BOOK ISN'T SIGNED!&lt;br /&gt;IPW - DIDN'T DO A SINGLE THING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I lead a damned life.&lt;/s&gt; I should stop slacking, for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine is teh cute! ^^ And so is Joel I guess, who tried to convince me he's 13. What a liar, everyone know's you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all guys (*cough- Luther *cough-) who talk like girls (ie, l0ls, n0rtx) can carry it off. Joel can! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-111132643948555420?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/111132643948555420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=111132643948555420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/111132643948555420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/111132643948555420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/03/ack-report-book-isnt-signed-ipw-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-111124764028927996</id><published>2005-03-19T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T23:54:00.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;:: ECP ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[feeling] | glad!&lt;br /&gt;[hearing] | the waves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fun! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine is darn pretty. Zz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex was shy. /= Doh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh hahaha, pizza killers. ^^ ^^ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*looks forward to next meeting-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-111124764028927996?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/111124764028927996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=111124764028927996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/111124764028927996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/111124764028927996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/03/ecp-feeling-glad-hearing-waves-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-111115170604706199</id><published>2005-03-18T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T21:15:06.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;:: greenish? ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[feeling] | invaded %_%&lt;br /&gt;[hearing] | nth. /=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invasion of privacy. /= Ignore title. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an attention whore, you don't think so but I do. /= We would never 'do not like you'. It's reassuring to hear that, I guess. Can't be helped that I hate people. /=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog layout will be changed once I find time to make the new skin. I'm glad, ah haha. Tomorrow I'm going out. With people who will not abandon me. ((= &lt;s&gt;I hope.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Random thoughts. --&lt;br /&gt;Yulu should rot in hell. x_x Stupid girl. Shi Mei's the first wife, waha. Eat that, Yulu! b=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6020. It looks nice. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I wrote on my crap book has come true. Talk abouth 6th sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's opening this Spa thing. OO;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah haha. I'm in delirium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ yubikiri ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love that word. /=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips are chapped. )=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-111115170604706199?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/111115170604706199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=111115170604706199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/111115170604706199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/111115170604706199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/03/greenish-feeling-invaded-hearing-nth.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110872991946356390</id><published>2005-02-18T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T20:31:59.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;:: BBB IS UP ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[feeling] | pissed (read BBB entry)&lt;br /&gt;[hearing] | bro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://-bbbs.blogspot.com"&gt;big bitching bitches dot blogspot dot com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moved. please change your links.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110872991946356390?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110872991946356390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110872991946356390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110872991946356390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110872991946356390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/02/bbb-is-up-feeling-pissed-read-bbb.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110830240088725941</id><published>2005-02-13T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T21:46:40.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;:: valentines. ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[feeling] | valentiney!&lt;br /&gt;[hearing] | mtv /=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font size="8"&gt;happy valentines' to all !-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this will be one of the last entries in this blog, because i'll be part of a shared blog (b&lt;sup&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;- big bitching bitches, bernice, beline(e?) and blythe). url will be released when i make the skin for that blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blythe, bernice and beline are names that mich, chmel and i (the three big bitching bitches) have made up. no presents for guessing which i am. /= i bid all readers farewell, and warmly welcome them when the new blog is up. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, happy vday to all. to the singles, cheer, and the dust bunnies beneath your bed will be your valentines. to the non-singles, cheer too, and enjoy your day with your date(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lsc, dont forget to bring choccies tmr. i do hope you &lt;u&gt;have&lt;/u&gt; refridgerated them, and that they arent melting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110830240088725941?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110830240088725941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110830240088725941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110830240088725941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110830240088725941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110814158044254716</id><published>2005-02-12T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T01:06:20.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;:: vday ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[feeling] | heartachey&lt;br /&gt;[hearing] | nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will rant when i feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. REAPPEAR so much grief. deleted, block though. &lt;s&gt;tell you what, just go away and disappear.&lt;/s&gt; into the abyss of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lies. eyes looking at my lies, my lies. my lies. my false facade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110814158044254716?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110814158044254716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110814158044254716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110814158044254716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110814158044254716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/02/vday-feeling-heartachey-hearing.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110803504997135228</id><published>2005-02-10T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T19:30:49.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;:: picture fest! ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[feeling] | bored&lt;br /&gt;[hearing] | my tummy growling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING.&lt;/b&gt; slow loading rate. prolly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;before cny&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/grace2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liting's bday cake. happy belated, girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin. bird nest's soup. /=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/ngiam.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NGIAM! lols! =DDDDD my hubbie. besotted with him! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;cny&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m'sia has loads of shops like these, rows and rows of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the store in the petrol kiosk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my twix on my bag. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin, uber cute! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image011.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin! munching sth. sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the place where i had my breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my milo =D not iced though, BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gambling den =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image020.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hand for a round of dai dee. i lost =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shunu cousin. lololol. so cute orhs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin trying to dig me a mentos. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin eating the mentos which was supposedly for me =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image028.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the uncle's house i go to gamble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another part of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way home =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image032.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woodlands checkpoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGPOW MONEY, so little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rant about prostituting mothers later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110803504997135228?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110803504997135228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110803504997135228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110803504997135228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110803504997135228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/02/picture-fest-feeling-bored-hearing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110801378595365503</id><published>2005-02-10T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T13:36:25.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;:: SHOCKED. ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[feeling] | shocked. very. VERY SHOCKED.&lt;br /&gt;[hearing] | questions in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;happy&lt;/s&gt; cny. im back! was originally very happy, but am now not. during my stay in m'sia, i entertained myself by 'blogging' using my phone. i saved sms-es regarding whatever has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;day 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun feel like returning. hai. heart is heavy. miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;checking phone every few mins to see if there's network connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bar increases and decreases. will it stop wavering? everytime it goes down a notch, my heart feels heavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;network died. my heart outweighs 10 elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im typing entries like these to entertain myself. have taken some pics and will take more. having twix now, bah. it's not as delicious as those sold in sg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xin nian kuai le my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sleepy and my legs are cramped.. lousy car with no leg space argh. think we;'d reach at 8.30. im gonna sleep for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's only 7+ and we've reached.. bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAI. hai. hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sleeping soon. bah. hope tmr wld be a better day. gnite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;day 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at 9.30 today. now im having prata at the only store amongst many others that is open. baah. i awai thursday with much eagerness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back at home. our meal of at least 4 pratas and 2 cups of milo and a cup of coffee costs under S$5. in fact it costs only S$3.50 at most. ridiculously cheap. wonder how mr. prata guy survives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL. cousins dammit cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of the boringest new year ever. bleh. so boring im gonna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gambling. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am losing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost all my initial capital (RM1 -_-) and profits (RM5). am now using ang pow money. ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so boring. they stopped gambling, bleh. got too boring so my cousin stopped distributing cards. hurmphs. i look forward to tmr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy taking pics of my cousins. nympho, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have yet to shower. don't dare to, actually. the sight of the toielt scares me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20hrs more till i return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at the clock all the time. i feel so bored (and hot, screw the weather). im no longer waiting for tmr, it better not take its time or i'll get pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one hr has gone by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i come here, i'd go to my cousins' uncle's house to gamble. this year is no different. i feel so bad. i go thr empty handed to get ang pows. BAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG i have so many entries. -_- didn't realise. i won't continue. getting tired of checking and typing lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next entry: pics i've taken and a rant about prostituting mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110801378595365503?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110801378595365503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110801378595365503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110801378595365503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110801378595365503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/02/shocked.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110767314453197662</id><published>2005-02-06T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T14:59:04.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;:: long entry! ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[feeling] | delirious&lt;br /&gt;[hearing] | maples music in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the long awaited blog entry i owe everyone who reads my blog. not that many do anyway, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i &lt;s&gt;said&lt;/s&gt; blogged on friday, i have loads to say.. so much that i can't really remember. would try my best to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday during pe, we ran around the school again. looks like finishing 2.4 km in 12 minutes isn't gonna be that difficult after all. maybe i'd even try completing the run in 11 mins. there was chinese test too. i was hogging the dictionary that mel and i share -_- throughout the entire test, i was flipping through the damned book. bleh. i wrote about the topic regarding chinese. z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school mel chmel and i stayed back for a little. then we decided to go to mc's. we went there to supposedly bitch about ppl, but there were *ahem- &lt;i&gt;some people&lt;/i&gt; there and it wasn't convenient. and those EXTRA PPL are deaf; they have their ears clogged up. i remember chmel telling them to scram because we wanna gossip. in a polite way, of course. but they nodded their heads and remained sitting with us like dummies. GRRRAAAAH. this has taught me one thing: &lt;b&gt;i will not join a group of friends for recess, lunch, dinner or when they are chatting &lt;u&gt;unless they invite me, or unless they allow me to.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; this way, they would be able to turn EXTRA PPL away and continue gossiping. HMPHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chmel has the strange ability to predict what might happen in the future. she told us when we were at mc's, and after those EXTRA PPL departed. she freaked me out a lot. imagine what would've happened if during the drama camp, people went for the night walk... *shivers- this is both a bane and a boon. /=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall not talk about fuby, the irritating girl or guy who'd tagged on chmel's blog. OH PUH-LEASE, people, tag using your real name. we wouldn't chase after you with a 20-inch long parang so there are no reasons to be scared. &lt;b&gt;humji.&lt;/b&gt; i shall post all my aliases here to allow easy recognition and to prevent ppl from calling me a humji. /=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blythe, xblythex, or the like.&lt;br /&gt;ragd0ll, xragdollx, ragdoll, or the like.&lt;br /&gt;rach, or the like.&lt;br /&gt;rayj, or the like.&lt;br /&gt;dinggdornggs and pinkkpornkks-&lt;br /&gt;kurotenshi, kur0tenshix, kuroitenshi or the like.&lt;br /&gt;xiao ding ding, xiao dang dang, cat, mao mao, miao miao, or the like. &lt;i&gt;*looks at wupeipei-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;QUEEN, or the like.&lt;/s&gt; made up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been mapling a lot these days. i've finally levelled up. ^_~ aren't you happy for me? b= this is seriously off-topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r,tianopwaiim. t, tbe. omoo, btoikamtd. ntic. itwtamtbts, iwdrt. nidnlbth. iwbt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttiiaatl. a ragdoll has no heart, atcfl. trwr remain on the shelves ibt-bwob barbies. perfect barbies with perfect teeth, perfect face, perfect body. aiyap, yae. and a ragdoll is what i am, ikms, idlpoc. swayptmtw? why play this heartless prank on me? just go away. ikmvw, icbcttpgttts. ikwia, nbaudtwntias. so just go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;asat, ywgtt, ttromrtitiatl. afraid, bikwlcdtp. iwmabhaidwmts. idwtbaoor. btiwia: an object of ridicule.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on friday i went to school with a group of people. gen was there. i'm feeling rather indignant as i pen my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gen: do you know you look like a sec 1 student?&lt;br /&gt;me: (thinking that it was my height she was referring to) &lt;i&gt;*laughs-&lt;/i&gt; it's okay. i don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;gen: don't you think you look like that girl? &lt;i&gt;*points to typical sec 1 student-&lt;/i&gt; okay your socks are just a bit shorter.&lt;br /&gt;me: ...&lt;br /&gt;gen: nobody here has socks that are longer than yours. you really look like a sec one you know?&lt;br /&gt;me: whatever. (starts to get pissed)&lt;br /&gt;gen: and your skirt is so long! &lt;i&gt;*laughs-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf wtf. &lt;b&gt;,.l.,&lt;/b&gt; i want to stick my middle finger inside her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because i do not follow the trend set by BIMBOS, does it mean that i'm a nerd? am i not leading a normal life right now? just what do &lt;b&gt;short skirts&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;ankle socks&lt;/b&gt; (and rebonded hair too) do for you? get you instant fame? PLEASE. i'm outraged by whatever gen said, because i thought that since we were best friends since we were wee little kids, she oughtta know me better. do i look like one who would want to show of my slim ankle and sexy legs (if i had them)? seriously i don't see what's the hullabaloo about. &lt;b&gt;why is it a must to blend into the crowd of 'cool' people?&lt;/b&gt; why is it a must to follow the trends? why can't people with long flowy skirts survive? (i'm so pissed right now.) tell me everyone. would you seriously look MUCH chio-er? i'm horribly DISGUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaili's blog rocks. &lt;b&gt;judge me however you like&lt;/b&gt;, gen. you may judge me, but your words won't mean a thing. if i'm out of your league 'cus i am such a &lt;b&gt;NERD&lt;/b&gt;, then let it be! would i care? i don't mind NOT being friends with a bimbo. pretty girls with empty heads. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short skirts remind me of another incident. last year, melissa shortened her skirt. when i sneered, she told me that &lt;b&gt;her 2nd sister asked her to&lt;/b&gt;. she said that her 2nd sister (who is another airhead) would be ashamed to be seen on the streets with her &lt;b&gt;(* important. will bring this up)&lt;/b&gt;. i snorted at this but didn't pursue the matter. this year, melissa bought a new skirt and wanted to shorten it too. HOWEVER she didn't say that her sis asked her to. it was pretty obvious that &lt;b&gt;mel's sis (madeline or sth) did not ask her to shorten her skirt last year&lt;/b&gt;, and that mel was being *AHEM- &lt;i&gt;vain.&lt;/i&gt; *sneeeeeeeers- come up with better excuses, you. disgusting freak of nature. just say it in my face, won't you, that you're another bimbo who doesn't want to be called OBIANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* why is wearing long flowy skirt considered 'obiang'? why would people be ashamed of having a friend who wears long skirt? when i go to town with michelle and gang i don't see them keeping a distance from me. why oh tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people go to such extremes to be "chio" and to be part of the "in" crowd. but would i care? no. i wouldn't shorten my skirt because of gen's harsh comments. i wouldn't care. those who are ashamed to be my friend, do tell me and i'd be mighty glad to break all ties with you. i dont' need bimbos for friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would bruise a few egoistic people but i wouldn't care. look at the extremes girls would go to just to have their presence acknowledged by fellow 'cool' girls. hurmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate copycats. especially copycats who go "&lt;b&gt;like she's very nice to copy LOR.&lt;/b&gt;" when people accuses copycats of copying ppl. chmel's 'kanasai' has turned into a trend. in a feeble attempt to ward of ppl who call term her 'copycat', mel has changed it to kanafuck. like it makes any difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously if you ppl think that &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; am copying you, just tell me LA. you don't have to talk behind my back. *sneers- i've been accused of copying &lt;i&gt;someone's&lt;/i&gt; x) smiley, and changing it to ((x. pfffft. please LA, i didn't even notice that &lt;i&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/i&gt; uses x) LOR. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurhur. copycats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long blog entry. feel free to comment. sticks and stones may break my bones but words would never hurt me. let the 'flame-rachel' war begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110767314453197662?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110767314453197662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110767314453197662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110767314453197662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110767314453197662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/02/long-entry-feeling-delirious-hearing.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110752087096018291</id><published>2005-02-04T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T20:41:10.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;:: title ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[feeling] | pissed!&lt;br /&gt;[hearing] | .. opera-ish singer on tv x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOTS TO BLOG ABOUT. millions to say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. today- mc's. chi test. sci test (was there?). bitching @ mc's. deja vu. &lt;b&gt;FUBY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. yesterday- whatever happened ytd. cant rmb.&lt;br /&gt;3. things that happened a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will blog soon.&lt;div 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110731026715422020</id><published>2005-02-02T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T10:11:07.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;:: it /= ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[feeling] | cold&lt;br /&gt;[hearing] | tommy talking + alicia keys' if i aint got you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the com lab now. toying with photoshop. /= nth to do. siaaaaaaaaans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alicia keys rawk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110731026715422020?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110731026715422020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;b&gt;:: hiatus ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[feeling] | tired!&lt;br /&gt;[hearing] | the tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BLOG WILL BE ON HIATUS.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be back once i make a new blogskin. wait for me everyone, xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and i dint get into very deep shit. chi teacher mad old lady. /= she got really mad when she saw my 'wo tao yan hua wen' zhouji entries. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110717328531489644?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110717328531489644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110717328531489644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;stomachache. bleh. hungrrrrrrry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be returning to msia on the 8th. with my aunt and her boyf. /= sian. dun wanna go back. only returning for the sake of angpows =_- lol. blog is pretty stagnant. /= im thinking of having a shared blog. would be pretty cool if like 5 or 6 ppl share a blog ^^ like this i wouldnt have to go to individual blogs all the time =_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S I A N.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110705030722398180?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110705030722398180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110705030722398180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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reasons. /= chi teacher dint tell lew lew, or lew lew dint call mummy. hopefully its the first option. ive gotten into enough trouble for pon-ing house meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wasnt fun. IT as usual. did some twirly thing. i copyrighted mine with a watermark. lols. there was house prac, i dint go, hid in 2/4 classroom instd. and mich asked about sth =_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ponned jap class. actually dint really la, just that we dint know if there was or not. and mich is actually afraid of clowns.. lolol! during art i scared her with this clown doll which looks. freaky. but whatever. math test results were announced. i got like 18/25. =_- baahs. got sent out of class during science lol. dint do hw mah. mel, leo, claire, kl, golden city, mindy and tommy kena also lol. then in the end most got back in class except for mel leo claire mindy and me. so we were doing some retarded amk (kallang) wave. hilarious la. and grace was laughing like siao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of grace ytd we played this prank on mel. grace and i pretended that we had a quarrel la, then we told mel. before that, grace said that mel likes me more and if grace tells mel that she hates me, mel would tell me. and if i told mel that i hate grace, she wouldnt tell grace. and we (chmel grace and i) wanted to check if it was true, and it was. mel told both grace and me that we were irritating lolol. and oh mel said i was irritating. b= LOL. im a irritating bitch. =DDDDD whatever. so now we know how hypocritical mel is. b=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ponned chi becus liang yu (chi band 2 chi teacher) dint come. and i dint want to go to attend pink cheek's lesson, so i hid in 2/5 classroom (chi band 2 classroom). lol? in the end got found out la. stupid dave. z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maple is up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110691192488312384?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110665832706803197</id><published>2005-01-25T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T21:05:27.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: nil ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep during lit, i slept through the ENTIRE lit lesson w/o ms goh noticing. perhaps she did la, but she said nth, so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im here to convince everyone that my eng teacher cant teach. hes old fat and ugly and HE CANT TEACH ENG. he speaks in this ridiculously dead boring monotone, and he expects us to read with EXPRESSION, wtf. its like, he cant even read, and he expects us to. wtf wtf wtf. and his grammar sucks. not like mine doesnt, but i can find so many faults abt him. and he disallows us to use our hp in class summore. i miss cowan okaies, i want cowan back, regardless of if hes stolen claires guitar or not. cowan allows us to eat and use our hp in class, which is like so great. yeah cowan is bullshit and is a fncktard and everything, but at least his lessons are better than this old frog's. wtf. &lt;b&gt;i hate my english teacher.&lt;/b&gt; i bet you $10, even people like jiayu or louis or some other nerd can teach better than he can LOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my chi teacher sucks as well. dont need to talk abt her. everyone knows. z. and im still mighty pissed with leonard and mikhail for not asking me and mel and mindy to run away from that pink cheek-ed bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drama teacher sucks. zz dont have to say much. everyone knows. and oh, DRAMA IS STUPID and retarded, its like, we do NOT and will NOT be "walking around" a room "with much focus" in future lor pls. like zzz, and they make me pay $30+++ for some retarded drama lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMPHS. school sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with mich and claire today. went to town with my remaining 80c for the month. but in the end i ended up with $0.00 for this mth cus i spent my 80c. 20c on claire's sweets (made her buy me twix, so guilty), and 50c on god knows what, and one disgusting good-doer made me donate my very last 10c to some tsunami relief fund or sth. BLEH. so now im broke, penniless and in debt. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT CNY TO COME. hurry hurry hurry come. i need my money. loads of it. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to buy list.&lt;br /&gt;1. clothes&lt;br /&gt;2. more clothes&lt;br /&gt;3. cd-s&lt;br /&gt;4. mangas + anime&lt;br /&gt;5. ridiculous things which i wldnt need&lt;br /&gt;6. food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110665832706803197?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110665832706803197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110665832706803197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110665832706803197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110665832706803197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-diary_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110657689388387713</id><published>2005-01-24T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:28:13.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: drifting.. ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall Blog in (near) perfect English. [[yeah standard of eng seems to be dropping i know]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel as if I'm drifting away from my friend. It could be the other way round, but to push the blame to others is a little too selfish of me.  Friend X was initially very close to the clique I'm in. Then somehow, all of us no longer talk to Friend X any more. Again, it could be the other way round. We (&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;) find that we (I) cannot relate to her, and we (I) think that whatever she is concerned with is of little importance to us (me). But is this our fault really? Friend X talks only about one thing whenever she is around us. And she harps on that subject a lot. Obviously we (I) had gotten tired of her constant reminding of that topic, so I seldom fail to wave her away without much interest. And when I do, Friend X makes no attempt to get divert our attention back to her, and instead approaches her other friends. Thus our level of communication has dropped to a mere nod or smile, and an ocassional exchange of greetings. Is this entirely my fault? Friend X cannot take the blame either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I do in sticky situations like this? I have yet to think of a solution, and the relationship between Friend X and I am certainly not improving. Someone tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i think my eng sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110657689388387713?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110657689388387713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110657689388387713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110657689388387713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110657689388387713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-diary_110657689388387713.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110657137009717297</id><published>2005-01-24T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T20:56:10.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: crazy bitches ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chi teacher has turned from horrible pink cheeks &amp;copy; to crazy bitch. was scolding us lor. and leonard and mikhail ran away wtf, without jio-ing mindy mel and i =_- so mindy mel and i had to tolerate horrible pink cheeks while she nags, and i was so buay song with her. mel has half-decided to pon tmr's chi lesson and so have i. have yet to do zhou ji, will definitely tio meh tmr. but wahtever, crazy bitch. ,.l.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weiying aka chmel is a big fat crazy bitch. she spiked me for some crap reason and when i proceeded to scratch her, she scratched me back. so now my hands are red all over. crazy bitch! and she made me cry ToT sia sway. and jasper and xian neng were like omg dun cry dun cry! =_= crazy bitch i will get back at you. b= CRAZY BITCH. b= b= b= and my wounds hurt more than yours do. becus you hurt me more than i hurt you. b=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel much better. /= valentine's chocs will be costing me a bomb. bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110657137009717297?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110657137009717297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: shooopping! ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went shopping with gen gen todays. blew 100$ lol. cant be bothered to elaborate. we had yummy choc ice cream at haagen dazs (raffles city x_x)... it was so rich, i couldnt finish it. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might blog later. tahs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110629047722267851?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110629047722267851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110629047722267851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110629047722267851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110629047722267851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-diary_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110623645969404893</id><published>2005-01-20T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T23:54:19.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: miao. ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ytd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to j8 with mel weiying and ah boy ( sec 1 guy mel's obsessed with). had no money. cant shop. met mich and jolyn in j8. cant rmb what happened, other than that i bought a garnier blemishes remover thing. and mich bought new shoes (converse).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ponned jap class. dint go for jap test. went to town with weiying. she left when mel came. then mel arrived at kino taka, and we slacked pretty much. got bored and went to amk's manga store which rents mangas. wanted to use their com ($2/hr) but all coms were booked, so i waited for mel to finish reading her manga. slacked pretty much. fell asleep during science so i dunno wth was going on. asked mel for answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weiying requested for this: weiying is a good cook. =_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110623645969404893?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110623645969404893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: gary ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gary requested for this. /=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gary was from pcps. gary is now in mshs. gary is my friend. gary got into his sch's bball team. gary's gd at math. gary's very gd at math. gary's gd at chi. very gd at chi. i will be meeting gary on cny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 gary's. 10, inclusive of that &lt;&lt; one. =_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110604903801106335?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110604903801106335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110604903801106335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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coughing.&lt;br /&gt;im coughing.&lt;br /&gt;im coughing.&lt;br /&gt;im coughing.&lt;br /&gt;im coughing.&lt;br /&gt;im coughing a lot! ToT zz. i hate being sick. the doctor gamme huge pills again arghs. thank god i dont have fever, or else i'll have to take the big fat huge orange tablet which is so hard to swallow. i have the antibiotics in pill form. easy to swallow. /= and the small green tablet for phlegm-reduction i think. and the so very not sweet cough syrup which fatso and pat address fondly as 'coke', wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im eating cookies. will that make me even more sick? /= i dun care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to call the school in the morning. after mummy told me not to go to sch (weets!), i went back to bed and thus didnt call the sch =_- sms-ed lew lew tho, hopefully she'd received it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so bored. i wanna go to sch tmr. theres IT =DDD and oh shucks jap test in 2 days. and ive yet to memorise the sentences and etc. gaaaahs. mel and claire you ppl better study har.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110602313056793444?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110602313056793444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110602313056793444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110602313056793444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110602313056793444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-diary_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110587257584817506</id><published>2005-01-16T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T18:49:35.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: =_- ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel came to my hse today to help me install ragnarok. it failed again, bahs. took some pics using hp. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the pizza i made for lunch a few days (weeks? cant rmb) ago. so nice =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/s1nful4ngel/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mel using my com. =_- she mapled. OH she straightened her hair, look much chioer than her with the curly hair. /= LOLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/s1nful4ngel/melx.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mel went into my room.. so i decided to take pics of my room as well. /= this is my hilariously cartoon bed. dinosaurs in yellow background. *wails-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/s1nful4ngel/bedr.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid girl reading my teenage with my beloved JO manga beneath her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/s1nful4ngel/mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trophies i won in my entire lifetime! lol. 2 nia. paiseh. X= first one in p3 and i never won another till i got to sec one (x-country macRitchie run).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/s1nful4ngel/trophies.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my manga collection! =D with one volume of JO (juvenile orion) beneath mels hand -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/s1nful4ngel/manga.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue converse bag. =DDDD theres the poker card with ryoma on it inside the pocket. pile of assessments beside my bag. x_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/s1nful4ngel/bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all. /=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110587257584817506?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110587257584817506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110587257584817506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110587257584817506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110587257584817506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-diary_110587257584817506.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110585640873334922</id><published>2005-01-16T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T14:20:08.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: man east ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all maplers join M.A.N East. =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN East stands for Maple Assistants Network. we are a non-profit organisation who help newbies with lvling up, getting quest items, changing jobs etc. you'll get to make many many new friends (and a few enemies. /=) and take part in events. not many know this, but actually we are also defamers. X= if someone decides to start a defame war with a member, we'll help out too. so far, there has been 2 defame events. x_x some guy went from 43827 (exaggeration =_-) fame to 11 fame. =DD so join the community by signing up at the forum &lt;a href="http://s6.invisionfree.com/MAN_East/" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zz. nth to do. dun wanna maple. sians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110585640873334922?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110585640873334922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110585640873334922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110585640873334922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110585640873334922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-diary_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110570826899675236</id><published>2005-01-14T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T21:11:08.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: =D ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics taken with my cam some time ago. nth to do. enhanced with photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LONG SOCKS! loooools. mich's bag there btw.. she took the pic. =D so long hor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/clouds.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken today, near the field / band room. nth to do mahs. lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will take more piccies. oh and i'll take a sch pic at home too. dun trust those lousy photographers that the sch gets. skarly i turn out like shit agn. but maybe it isnt their fault. i look like shit. X=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110570826899675236?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110570826899675236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110570826899675236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110570826899675236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110570826899675236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-diary_110570826899675236.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110570438179367712</id><published>2005-01-14T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T20:06:21.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: everybody go: aww-. ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had IT. learnt how to use the marquee tool =_= and had jap class. surprisingly i didnt fall aslp during jap class lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ponned track. watched parts of the victoria vs amkss soccer match. damn retarded lahs. i understand nth? x_x ppl were like cheering and shouting and the ref was blowing the whistle all the time and i was like, wtf is happening? lol. then i went to look for mel ya, mindy ya, chmel ya nado desu (mel and mindy and chmel and etc) at the cc nearby, and saw leonard + few sec 1s too. then gary came and watever. then leonard went, laogong! and i went, laopo! and mich went, eh eh, you dare to do this in front of the great grand ma? lols. -__-;; then went back to sch with mindy and mich again to watch the match. damn retarded la. met tommy on the way, and he sort of explained wat was supposedly going on. /= i dont see wats so fun abt soccer anw. is chasing aft a ball really that fun? why not chase after guys / girls? =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm c division's score was 1-1 i think, before the half game or sth. &gt;_&gt; the break that is. then i didnt keep track. saw bullshit, lol. X= clarissa: bullshit is really bullshit la. =_= so. bullshitty. X=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuhuhus. shant continue~ tatas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110570438179367712?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110570438179367712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110570438179367712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110570438179367712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110570438179367712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-diary_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110544641241227052</id><published>2005-01-11T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T20:26:52.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: x ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT tmr! ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward (or maybe not) till that day. ((x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have only 40$ left till the end of the mth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110544641241227052?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110544641241227052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110544641241227052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110544641241227052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110544641241227052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-diary_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110534739757362783</id><published>2005-01-10T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T16:56:37.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: pizza ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i MADE pizza for lunch okaie.! what a GREAT accomplishment! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first put tomato sauce on the pizza bread thingy.&lt;br /&gt;then put meat. or watever you want. hotdogs etc.&lt;br /&gt;then sprinkle mozerella cheese on top of everything.&lt;br /&gt;finally toast the pizza bread thingy! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so delicious kaies. but had no meat at home so i put cubed luncheon meat on the pizza. -_- but it was so nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fatso heard abt my pizza and he wanted one. so i ate only 3/8 of the pizza instd of the half i was supposed to get! *wails- so mean. he took 1/8 of my lunch away. grrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nice! =D i shall get mummy to buy another pizza bread thingy. this time i'll ask her to get hotdogs as well -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110534739757362783?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110534739757362783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110534739757362783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110534739757362783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110534739757362783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-diary_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110526938787595155</id><published>2005-01-09T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T19:16:27.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: new blogskin ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive got the pictures but the code's real irritating. i'll wait till i figure wat to do with it before changing the layout. 'tis all a great pity cos i think the images are nice. ToT spent the entire aftnoon on the images kaie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110526938787595155?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110526938787595155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110526938787595155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110526938787595155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110526938787595155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-diary_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110517918995670310</id><published>2005-01-08T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T18:13:09.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: one more day with you ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;everytime&lt;/b&gt;- simple plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was 3am&lt;br /&gt;when you woke me up&lt;br /&gt;then we jumped in the car&lt;br /&gt;and drove as far as we could go&lt;br /&gt;just to get away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked about our lives&lt;br /&gt;until the sun came up&lt;br /&gt;and now im thinking about&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i could go back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;just for one more day&lt;br /&gt;one more day with you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too alzy to continue. nice song. so bored. entertain me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110517918995670310?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110517918995670310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110517918995670310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110517918995670310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110517918995670310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-diary_110517918995670310.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110516095182873927</id><published>2005-01-08T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T13:09:11.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: ha haha ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Religion easily has the greatest bullshit story ever told. Think about it, religion has actually convinced people that there's an INVISIBLE MAN...LIVING IN THE SKY...who watches every thing you do, every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a list of ten special things that he does not want you to do. And if you do any of these ten things, he has a special place full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish where he will send you to live and suffer and burn and choke and scream and cry for ever and ever 'til the end of time...BUT he loves you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://evilbible.com" target="_blank"&gt;www.evilbible.com&lt;/a&gt;- evidence that the bible is full of SINS. *snorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk, and i shall go RAH RAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try converting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110516095182873927?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110516095182873927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110516095182873927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110516095182873927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110516095182873927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-diary_110516095182873927.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110515855511257935</id><published>2005-01-08T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T12:29:51.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: flame me ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go &lt;a href="http://xiaxue.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and read the second latest entry on christains and christainity. if youre too lazy, just read the text below; it's extracted from xiaxue's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-EXTRACT-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...going to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me first specify: I have nothing against Christianity, or any religion, for that matter. However, nobody in the Cheng family has ever been a Christian, least of all Smelly - I once heard him declare very loudly that God does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so appalled but that little snippet of unexpected information (shall explain why I am later) that I dislocated my neck as I turned around to ask Smelly why he suddenly decided to be a Christian. Being the evil sister I am, I snidely added, "Why, you found God hiding behind a Christmas tree ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother rolled his eyes at me, but being the true Christian he is, was patient and kind. He graciously pardoned my insolence, and continued with a simple, "Because Barnabus asked me to go to church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Barnabus is classmate cum best friend and also avid lover of ps2 games.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cheh! Siao. He ask you go then you go. You really believe God exist meh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Last time you didn't say that lor hor. Prove it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother kept quiet. My mum, frowning upon the melodrama unfolding, interjected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oei girl! You are being very rude you know. Religion is good what, it teaches good values."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah right, then go be Buddhist? How about being Muslim? Hindu? Why must be Christian leh? And anyway, where got people just because it teaches good values then go believe in a religion one? Utter rubbish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum pulled my brother away from me - now in a very aggressive mood indeed - to commence with other mundane things like pre-Xmas TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel extremely agitated. Something is really not right here. The way my brother so defiantly said, "Yes." to "Does God exist?" really, really pissed me off. The way he answered so confidently, so unquestioningly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, he was so sure God doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. I hate it when people have blind faith in things without questioning. I am not saying that God doesn't exist; he might. But up till today, there is no concrete proof, stripped of any form of blind faith, that he does. For example, him descending right on top of the Esplanade and exclaiming, "Screw you atheists, I EXIST!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after a visit to the church, my brother was, dare I say, brain-washed. So thoroughly brain-washed, that he brushed off his sister's opinion - a first since my brother always values my views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great, I thought to myself. The first thing Christianity brings him is unrest in the family. You Christians may argue that it is MY issue and that I should believe in God like my wise-beyond-his-years brother, but here's my argument: I do not believe in God because I have not seen him, nor felt him. I refuse to indulge in blind faith. And therefore, if He really wants to solve the problem here, he should appear in my dreams or something (Esplanade gracing too much to hope for for little insignificant me). But no! I dreamt of ... I can't remember but there was certainly no bright lights and Zeus-like creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, some of you might be angrily spewing now: "Then how can you accuse your brother of blind faith, and be so sure God didn't personally touch him in, erm, his house (aka church)?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I asked. I asked him if anything has proved to him that God exists. He kept quiet. Then I pressed on, "So you just when to church, sang songs, and tadah! your perception of life changes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god. Oops, inappropriate expression. How then, you may ask, is one considered reasonable when they believe in religion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally believe religion is fabricated by man, but let's take in account a story I have heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shengrong's dad is a devout Christian. Shengrong's mum is not. The Ng family has 3 kids. According to what SR told me, his mum dreamt of angels telling her to believe in Christ after her first delivery. She brushed this off, until it happened again during her 2nd and 3rd pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was then convinced, and was a devout Christian since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything like that happened to me, I'd be a Christian too. If something of that magnitude happened to Smelly, I'd say it is logical for him as well. But the only reason I can think of for him being a Christian is because his friends all go to church with him. WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me continue about my displeasure regarding a family member suddenly turning pious. It is not my business, some of you might say, that my brother decides his own religious path. You cannot blame me for being paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than once, stable friendships have been ruined because of my refusal to enter any church, especially City Harvest. I remember this primary school friend of mine called Shufen. We lost contact, and through Friendster, we met again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was especially gleeful because she was my primary school best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the reunion did not go well. She kept sprouting Christian issues to me, saying nonsense like I am too conceited (which I am) and that God would help me cleanse my sins and I can fly with eagles or something like that. Throw in random words like blessed, lamb, angels, whatever. I almost puked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the nice polite girl I am, I benignly refused, saying I have my own reasons, and I am not about to embrace Christianity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent more aggressive smses, 3 at one time. I vaguely remember being on a date at that time and was supremely annoyed by her relentlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second polite refusal was refuted by the blind faith she tried to impose on me, and by the third I told her if she were to keep up this behaviour there was no way I can remain friends with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot remember clearly what she said, but it was very offensive - something about me going straight to hell (as if it is up to her to decide. Pui.) for my denial, and that such a horrid person like me is definitely not worthy as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so vexed by the whole issue that I asked her if it is worth it for her to sacrifice a friendship - something so obviously THERE and existing - for something which she is not even sure exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember her answer. Bet it involves cherubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I am scared that something like this will happen between my brother and I. I have heard somewhere, correct me if I am wrong, that Christians are supposed to convince everyone they know to convert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will it take for Smelly to do that? I can imagine a huge quarrel coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this blog entry is long, but let me blog this religion issue out once and for all. The one main reason why I refuse to believe in Christianity (only tried said religion, so I am talking about it. Not discrimination) is because I do not see why I should let me people tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take for example Shufen. Who is she to tell me how to live my life and that I'd go to hell? She heard these information from Jesus? Why can't Jesus tell me himself? Just because priests spend their lives studying the bible doesn't mean that they are necessarily close to God than I am right? (If you say they are, where's the proof?) So who are they to teach me what to do? Who are they to lecture me on how I should treat my parents? Have they led a wiser life than I did? Are they even smarter than me? Do I fuck little boys in church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of telling people what to do... I remember this once, I went into a miracle healing church. People who are handicapped were made to walk again there, with the power of so many people praying for them (why did God make him handicapped in the first place if he is about to retract his decision?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the hymns and all, the "newcomers" were invited to go to the front, stand in a circle, and hold hands or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the power of hundreds praying, the newcomers were supposed to feel a spasm of some sort. Knees go weak, heard voices, that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds interesting, I thought. I went ahead. Take note: I wasn't skeptical. I truly wanted to feel the clairvoyant vibrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They chanted, and soon after, almost everyone in the circle was trembling like we were in the north pole. Was it me, or did the helper look pleased with himself? Anyway my verdict is that I didn't feel anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then asked how we felt, and almost everyone there said they felt something of some sort. Only I felt nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The helper stopped at me, and asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you feel yourself shaking?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How about feeling a weak sensation at your stomach?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weak at the knees?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, then you must have heard some voices?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No leh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this point of time I was blushing crimson. Everyone was looking at me like I was some freak that God left out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt very compelled to lie and said that God personally told me he loves me, but the situation here strongly reminded me of that stupid primary school game called "Bi xian" (Pen Deity?) where either you or the other primary schooler moves the pen and everyone pretends to be amazed as the pen gives answers. I told myself I was too old to play games like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The helper asked one last question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you feel anything at all?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind dear. Next time. Now please donate 10% of your salary to the church each month."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok not the last sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know ... Not all Christians are like that. There are many quiet believers who do not impose their views on others. I respect that. However, even if I ever believe in Christianity, I doubt I'd step into churches. What's wrong with reverence in the comforts of your own home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I already said so much taboo stuff, I may as well add this: I am so irked by some silly Indian tsunami victims. They were praying so hard that another tsunami would not come. In actual fact, the STUPID Govt issued a bogus warning. There was no second tsunami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the irony here? If the Indians get reassured that there is no second tsunami, which of course there isn't, then they would credit their God, thinking it was their praying that worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I ask, if praying works, then why did the first tsunami happen? Erm, to punish people who did not pray enough - and torture those who did by killing their family? To, erm, cleanse sins? Oh I get it! The dead victims get to be closer to God! I'll not heard more bollocks in my life, and I don't understand why people get taken in by this rubbish. How is it fair, may I ask, that we can praise the lord (yes I know Indian people do not believe in Christianity but I am saying hypothetically here) when he supposedly "stopped" the second tsunami, and we are not allowed blame him for making the first happen? How?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am done with this very long entry. It may cause public outrage, but I read somewhere that almost everything causes public outrage and you cannot write anything without outraging at least one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momo, during the Christian Smelly quarrel, warned me not to write about it because of the high public outrage factor. I don't really care. These are my honest thoughts - and I am not imposing them on you. I may be wrong, so if you want to correct me, please do so gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END OF EXTACT-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s, momo = xiaxue's mother, and smelly = her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a comment someone left on xiaxue's entry: Have you ever wondered what happens after you DIE? Maybe you haven't touched or even SEEN the Bible. Have you read the content of it and realise how REAL it is - how it carefully states what happens in the world. In the Bible, it tells you THE SIGNS OF THE END OF THE AGE. It states: earthquakes, famines, wars, nation will rise against nation and kingdom against kingdom... the tsunami was merely a SIGN OF THE END OF THE AGE. and as for the 2nd tsunami coming up.. how do you know it won't? God makes these things happen for a reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science and religion have always clashed together. It came to a point when the Big Bang Theory was almost true. But did you not realise that for the world to even be created.. &lt;b&gt;a very large source of energy had to be present?! And exactly, WHAT is this large source of energy? GOD.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you also not know that the NEW TESTAMENT OF THE BIBLE is &lt;b&gt;the most reliable source in &lt;u&gt;ALL&lt;/u&gt; of ancient history?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new testament of the bible = MOST RELIABLE SOURCE IN &lt;i&gt;ALL&lt;/i&gt; OF ANCIENT HISTORY?! why the bible? why not the muslims' qu'ran? why not the buddhists' scriptures and scribes? why not the many other texts of the other religions, but only the xtians? the most reliable source in all of ancient history? this cant be more than pure rubbish!! who wrote of the bible? i believe weiying said that there were scribes and scriptures found, and they were related to xtianity for some reason, and i hypothesize that someone pieced them all tgt and tadah comes a bible. but how wld you know that all that isnt made up? how wld you know that it is - ahem - the &lt;i&gt;gospel truth&lt;/i&gt;? just because the bible says so? how can you prove this? how can you prove the existence of heaven and hell, and angels and even god himself? yeah yeah, a million years ago joseph and mary gave birth to some guy and angels flew around and that lucky ass got loads of nice pressies. *rolls eyes- and they did say mary is a virgin. ahem, it is scientifically proven (i think.) that you cannot give birth or get pregnant if youre a virgin. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;maybe&lt;/u&gt; you can, by getting hold of a qualified doctor, and get him inject some sperms. i dont know the entire process, but i think the child who gets born this way is called a "test tube baby". once agn, i may be wrong, and i cant really rmb the process.&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;. so anw, this option cant be available that many years ago, when technology and science is near to nil. so the thing is, how did mary get pregnant when she is still a virgin, without the help of technology and science?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another comment on xiaxues post: Hmmm... I'm a free-thinker... But... I do agree with your points though.. I mean... &lt;b&gt;I dun think anyone has met god before.. And.. the bibles and stuff are all &lt;u&gt;man written&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;/b&gt; see? if thats how a religion is formed, i can start another religion as well! just by writing a very long essay on it, hide it somewhere, wait for 1000 years till someone finds it and tadah my religion is successfully established!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recall that ive been approached to accept "the gift of everlasting life" which "god bestows upon" me by one of those 'overzealous xtians' as said in xia xue's blog. after going one whole bunch of crap, which included sth abt a sinking ship and a life bouy coming out of nowhere (which is the 'god'), the person who spoke to me asked,"so do you wish to accept the gift?" i rmbed saying no and her expression read, 'wtf'. i dont see why you enthu xtians shd try to get me believe in your religion which is based on nth (blind faith, *snorts-), and i dont see what is so gd abt the "everlasting life". you may say that heaven is well, &lt;i&gt;heaven&lt;/i&gt;. and when i do die and go to heaven, i'd be in paradise. i get to play with the angels and sing and dance and get free ice cream, but you know what? ive been there, done that. someone did say that friends are angels god sent to us from heaven. (no i still doubt the existence of angels and god, but this is just a reference.) ive played with the angels, and have sang and danced, and mcdonalds kindly gave me free ice cream when i waited too long for my food. everlasting life? nah no thank you. as for the 'bowl of soup' which weiying told me is in heaven, my reply to that is still no. sry but i have soup for dinner almost everyday and im alrdy sick enough of soups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my two cents worth. and go xiaxues blog for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i have decided to slam the next person who tries to brainwash me. and weiying, i blv you hv been brainwashed. *snarls-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110515855511257935?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110515855511257935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110515855511257935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110515855511257935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110515855511257935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-diary_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110508119455437696</id><published>2005-01-07T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T14:59:54.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: zobedja zick ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wednesday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was IT on weds! sooo fun kaies. im appointed to be one of the two photoshoppers (whos the other one anw..), tho i'd much rather be in web design.. have to brush up photoshop skills and learn photo editting. /= then there was track... found out that mich now runs as fast as i do. shocking. &gt;&lt;;; whole body is now sore and tired aft track. )=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jap classes on thurs... so goddamit tiring! there was track the day before, and jap classes was all the way from 7 to 10, so i got really tired. nth much happened. i faintly rmb taking a shower and dropping into bed. /=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was track today, but i ponned. watever~ my legs are still aching )= during PE today, a polka-dotted cat walked ard the sch foyer. it was like what, in the limelight or sth... but oh great sadness. the cat doesnt like me. *sulks- i tried patting / stroking it and everytime i do, the cat walks away. so mean! and once it even tried to swat me wif its mighty paw. -_- but it was really soft and cute. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling very pissed for the entire of today, but mood got better when i was having lunch wif claire mich mel jolyn and chmel. (btw &lt;b&gt;ilovechmel&lt;/b&gt;- she requested for this) chmel and i sinned by eating the cubes of lard, which we werent supposed to, not even in small amts.. &gt;&lt;~ bah. it leads to clogged arteries and blood vessels, but i heard either claire or mel saying that it clogs up livers too. -_-;; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got to borrow kareshi kanojo no jijou from mel~ kare kano for short, that is. but its in chinese subbies and the dialogue is in jappy, so i doubt i'd get the story, but watever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a new manhwa ytd when i went to kino. everyone read Kill me Kiss me (or K&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;). its a great read and there are loads of bishounen. *glomps- fuhuhu! btw the new paper (TNP) has done a review on hellsing which is shown on arts central from 11.30 onwards, every weds to fri. however they spelt alucard as arucard.. blehs. how dare they insult my alucard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sry for lack of updates... was busy and terribly tired. what a nice first week of sch i had. /=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110508119455437696?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110508119455437696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110508119455437696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110508119455437696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110508119455437696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-diary_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110474132641715140</id><published>2005-01-03T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T16:35:26.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: first day ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. of sch was terrible i tell you. lets see. last night i slept at &lt;b&gt;1 am&lt;/b&gt; due to insomia (shd go see doc bout this..), and thus i slept for only 4 hrs.. and in the morning when i wanted to meet mich, i miscalculated time and was early for 20 bloody minutes. then mich sushan and i walked to sch. and blah blah. and ppl actually think mel's new hairstyle is cute, and that she looks like a china doll, but that hair freaks me out, so i shant comment much. everything was pretty fine.. i was pleased abt only 2 things tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1- i get to sit near claire, mich and mel (who sits behind me). and for some reason, grace is seperated from us -_- this always happen. the 5 of us have never sat tgt before.. /=&lt;br /&gt;#2- frog is not our chi teacher. but... ToT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im not so happy abt these things &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1- eng teacher is an old fraud who listens to 93.3. ENGLISH teachers CANT listen to CHINESE radio stations! and hes OLD.&lt;br /&gt;#2- everyone is splited into different chinese classes. those who are gd at chi go to chi class 1, those who arent that bad go to chi class 2, and those who suck at chi go to class 3. no points for guessing which class i went to.&lt;br /&gt;#3- my chi teacher is also an old fraud who speaks english. CHINESE teachers CANT speak ENGLISH, and especially so if they are OLD and have PINK cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;#4- this year's sec 1 batch are all guai kias. maybe i shant talk to them aft all. so nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess what, on the FIRST day of sch we actually get homework?! i shall rebel and not do any of it. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graaaaaaaahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. mel and chmel were supposed to come my hse today, but.. &lt;_&lt; lol. going to taka / kino (same place actually) tmr to buy new manga(s).. ^_^ cca presentation tmr, am supposed to bring all medals i have to show off to the sec 1s... so lame. dunno which idiot in track thought of that. sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110474132641715140?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110474132641715140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110474132641715140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110474132641715140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110474132641715140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-diary_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110465634511308996</id><published>2005-01-02T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T16:59:05.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: and why.. ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS mel now has some weird hairstyle which makes her look like a witch and a choco cake. this is of no relation to my blog post, but i thot i'd just tell you ppl. her fringe is now short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was going to talk abt sth unpleasant but i decided against it. cant blv sch actually starts tmr. who wants to go out aft sch? =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110465634511308996?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110465634511308996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110465634511308996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110465634511308996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110465634511308996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-diary_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110457493919819347</id><published>2005-01-01T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T18:22:19.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: nauseous ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling giddy. i returned home from j8 and i feel like vommiting. i read fruits basket on the bus &gt;&lt;;; suffering now. bleargh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im willing to pay ppl to help me do my hw. who wants to? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta get manicured fingers clean... *wails.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110457493919819347?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110457493919819347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110457493919819347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110457493919819347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110457493919819347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2005/01/dear-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110441863490277730</id><published>2004-12-30T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T22:57:14.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: manikure ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for tmr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today aft jap class (ponned half -_-) clairehh and i went for a manicure at boogies! =D have prettiful nails now~ but bleah it was a waste of money. we have to get the nails clean and short in a few days time... ToT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110441863490277730?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110441863490277730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110441863490277730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110441863490277730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110441863490277730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_110441863490277730.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110439617368366974</id><published>2004-12-30T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T16:42:53.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: # ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pining no more. mel returns tmr, sch starts in 3 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tfwhisf, sd. IisItm, aIcafm. Bwhiodwcnlbjf? WhiIstdmpffy? Wwtoot - abr, oawf? TIdnetoutw. Isnmtampf, bfrwaoocs, Iktd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thus, ive decided to destroy all traces and evidences of our friendship. only good will come out of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jap classes later~ doing hw now. not focusing, bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110439617368366974?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110439617368366974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110439617368366974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110439617368366974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110439617368366974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110428827752710537</id><published>2004-12-29T10:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T10:44:37.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: - ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 12. 2 days to mels return!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to say that ive gotten utada hikaru's single collection. and alicia key's diary of alicia keys. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juvenile orion is a great manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaxues blog is utterly hilarous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for random notes. i dont know what to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110428827752710537?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110428827752710537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110428827752710537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110428827752710537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110428827752710537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_110428827752710537.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110428827518584802</id><published>2004-12-29T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T10:44:35.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: - ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 12. 2 days to mels return!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgot to say that ive gotten utada hikaru's single collection. and alicia key's diary of alicia keys. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juvenile orion is a great manga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xiaxues blog is utterly hilarous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for random notes. i dont know what to say.&lt;div 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110416242921146669</id><published>2004-12-27T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T23:47:09.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: pissed off ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i hate ppl who tells you one thing, when in reality s/he does another. i hate how some ppl tell you theyve done this, but they really havent. and i hate ppl who lie to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110416242921146669?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110416242921146669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110416242921146669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110416242921146669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110416242921146669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110399450232983363</id><published>2004-12-26T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T01:08:22.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: *swoons ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day #10. you missed me too? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does anyone know how much i love yuki? i re-read my fruits basket manga, and fell in love with yuki yet again. i love yuki a lot! hes hot. and sexy. and cute. and i love yuki! *swoons. hes t3h hottest! &lt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuki: waichieru-san, i..&lt;br /&gt;me: yes yuki-kun?&lt;br /&gt;yuki: *blurts out* iloveyou&lt;br /&gt;me: OMG! *flies to heaven*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDD I LOVE YOU TOO, YUKI! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a mighty lv 31 archer and i kick ass. &gt;=D jk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110399450232983363?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110399450232983363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110399450232983363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110399450232983363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110399450232983363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110394669923909362</id><published>2004-12-25T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T11:51:39.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: merii kurisumasu ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 9. are you back yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merii kurisumasu -love from rach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for tagging all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110394669923909362?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110394669923909362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110394669923909362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110394669923909362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110394669923909362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110381410529932820</id><published>2004-12-23T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T23:01:45.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: anti hackers ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy A says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Guy A says:&lt;br /&gt;i tried de hack&lt;br /&gt;Guy A says:&lt;br /&gt;dat let me flew&lt;br /&gt;Guy A says:&lt;br /&gt;hahha&lt;br /&gt;Guy A says:&lt;br /&gt;dam funi&lt;br /&gt;* 764 428          //     7th _ ; says:&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;* 764 428          //     7th _ ; says:&lt;br /&gt;hacker&lt;br /&gt;Guy A says:&lt;br /&gt;i did all shumis quest also&lt;br /&gt;Guy A says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;* 764 428          //     7th _ ; says:&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me catch any of you hacking, and i'll defame you. (to think i have a hacker friend.. omg.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you fucked up hackers are the #1 reason why ossyria isnt coming out. almost all patches ms have now are likely to be security patches to stop you people from hacking, and therefore, patches that are in-game updates get delayed. &lt;b&gt;thank you&lt;/b&gt; hackers. how un-selfish you people are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110381410529932820?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110381410529932820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110381410529932820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110381410529932820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110381410529932820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_110381410529932820.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110381356591164254</id><published>2004-12-23T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T22:52:45.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: omgomg ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARISSAH you better study for the jap test. fail and i'll turn you into minced meat. todays lesson was terrible i tell you, you better study hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110381356591164254?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110381356591164254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110381356591164254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110381356591164254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110381356591164254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_110381356591164254.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110376715884939934</id><published>2004-12-23T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T09:59:18.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: .. ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day #7. few hrs to sicks departure, 2 days to xmas, 3 days to graces departure, 8 days to mels return, and how many more till i see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, i hate my mother. shes a thorn in my flesh and a pain in my ass. if she doesnt respect me i wont respect her either. thank god ive learnt how to shout back at ppl who started shouting at you in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110376715884939934?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110376715884939934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110376715884939934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110376715884939934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110376715884939934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110368513373790963</id><published>2004-12-22T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T11:12:13.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: 6# ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days to xmas, 4 days to graces departure, 9 days to mels return and how many more days till i see you agn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im spending xmas alone. ToT i wanted to go out on xmas eve wif mich grace claire and chmel, but claire has her own plans. grace might not be able to go, and i hv yet to ask mich and chmel, but i think they hv sth on too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll go to happyvile with ppl and decorate the xmas tree on xmas eve. at least i wun be alone then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110368513373790963?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110368513373790963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110368513373790963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110368513373790963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110368513373790963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110355937344094758</id><published>2004-12-21T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T00:16:13.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: all i want for xmas.. ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. is you. day 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry xmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i feel so empty inside i dont know why.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110355937344094758?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110355937344094758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110355937344094758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110355937344094758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110355937344094758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110355139873903613</id><published>2004-12-20T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T22:03:18.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: #4 ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighing even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://piglets-might-fly.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;kail&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;'s blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss her. a lot. i miss kaile. ToT she doesnt talk to me on msn. she doesnt know! its like.. when you go to her blog, you wont find her remnicising. in one entry she was talking abt going to choir in the primary sch. which is it - pcps or plmgs? she doesnt talk abt anything other than her choir and her current sec sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so guilty for forgetting her bday (16th dec.. i wished her a happy belated) but then agn &lt;s&gt;wld&lt;/s&gt; did she rmb mine? i feel so sad kaies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its really a wonder how much one can change in a period of time. i dint know kaile wld join the choir. and i dint know she wld learn html and create her own blogskins. in just 2 years we've distanced ourselves and we hardly know each other now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth can be helped though. so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="white"&gt;hurry and return.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110355139873903613?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110355139873903613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110355139873903613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110355139873903613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110355139873903613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_110355139873903613.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110354460774864276</id><published>2004-12-20T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T20:10:07.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: day #4 ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im an xbow&lt;b&gt;wo&lt;/b&gt;man! =D im gonna train mel's acc to lvl 15 (maybe 20), then train my lvl 1 thief. &lt;_&lt; im gonna be a bandit xD whees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110354460774864276?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110354460774864276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110354460774864276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110354460774864276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110354460774864276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110342816472728757</id><published>2004-12-19T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T11:49:24.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: grr ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some SIAOCHABO woke me up at 2 am ytd. -___- stupid girl. xD shall blog agn later. tatas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110342816472728757?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110342816472728757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110342816472728757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110342816472728757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110342816472728757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_110342816472728757.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110329951637317922</id><published>2004-12-18T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T00:05:16.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: # ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis the second day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its just a lil' over 12 am, so its considered a new day again. so this is day 2. exactly 1 week till xmas. hope you'll return in time for new year countdown. ((=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110329951637317922?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110329951637317922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110329951637317922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110329951637317922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110329951637317922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110321158926910870</id><published>2004-12-16T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T23:39:49.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: ~ ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for jap classes today... this is lesson 7 and there will be a test on lesson 12. all teaching ends on the 10th lesson; the 11th will be a review of all that we've been taught, and the 12th the actual test. omg im scared kay... ive yet to fully memorise all hiragana words &gt;&lt;;; bahs. hopefully mel has her textbook wif her in msia... she'll hv to study real hard cos of the many lessons she missed. and clarissa you better &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; fail aites. prove to that stupid angmoh and irritating women that youre not stupid/ retarded/ slow. fail, and i'll slaughter you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidetrack: grace is back XD wheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so do i spend xmas with 6d or clique? 6d wants to go to sentosa -_- maybe i'll join 6d till around 5 then meet up wif clique at night. orchard is pretty with the christmassy lights ((= prolly this is wat i'd do. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might be changing skin soon... xmas one this time. its the festive season aft all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110321158926910870?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110321158926910870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110321158926910870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110321158926910870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110321158926910870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_110321158926910870.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110312907661722182</id><published>2004-12-16T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T00:44:36.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: x ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you dont even like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas is coming and im broke. please remind me to go for jap lessons tmr, kind souls! mich or mel or grace or claire or weiying or kaili or anyone else... remind me about my jap class at around 4 or 5 if you see me online. i missed the jap class last week cos i forgot. &lt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110312907661722182?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110312907661722182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110312907661722182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110312907661722182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110312907661722182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110301425395394023</id><published>2004-12-14T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T16:50:53.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: hospital visit ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to visit sister just now... and took some pictures using my phone. resized using photoshop, otherwise no changes. hover for captions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/s1nful4ngel/pat.jpg" alt="this is patricia. aka patty. XD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;whats on her hand&lt;/i&gt;, you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/s1nful4ngel/pancake.jpg" alt="pancake waffle!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a pancake waffle. &lt;i&gt;no, the other hand!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/s1nful4ngel/hand.jpg" alt="this?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v106/s1nful4ngel/drip.jpg" alt="drip! omg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shes on drip. omg. i was shocked kay, when i saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patty really looked like this very very sick child when she wanted to go to the toilet. mummy was pushing the drip thingy and patty was walking... and it looked like a scene out of "hai you ming tian". TT_TT ouch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110301425395394023?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110301425395394023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110301425395394023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110301425395394023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110301425395394023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_110301425395394023.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110299662253736705</id><published>2004-12-14T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T12:02:31.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: *guilty. ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a bad sister. my sis is in the hospital and i would rather use the com (for purposes everyone knows) than to go visit her. this concludes that im a loser who has no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT&lt;/b&gt;: okay the very guilty me decided to go visit sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110299662253736705?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110299662253736705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110299662253736705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110299662253736705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110299662253736705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110295265128055548</id><published>2004-12-13T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T23:44:11.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: nil ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what youre thinking =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sis got hospitalised omg. i dunno wat happened or why; sibs were staying at daddys hse when sis got sick and is now hospitalised! omg. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel too lazy to move. sigh. im getting fat. very. from the lack of exercise. who wants to go exercising with me? -__-;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110295265128055548?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110295265128055548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110295265128055548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110295265128055548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110295265128055548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_110295265128055548.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110293357433822803</id><published>2004-12-13T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T18:26:14.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: hai you ming tian ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the show is very touching kaies. #_#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. no bag today. i was too lazy to go to somerset wif mommy. &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110293357433822803?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110293357433822803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110293357433822803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110293357433822803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110293357433822803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_110293357433822803.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110286807904093616</id><published>2004-12-13T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T00:14:39.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: hypokrytes. ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a good feeling i know who &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; are. im not very surprised actually. ive heard wat you say abt me behind my back from other ppl so im not shocked to see you do this again. my goodness. you tell me you hate hypocrites and yet you are one yourself. hurhurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a look at yourself before calling others act cute. who acts more like a spoilt brat and pretends to be an 'innocent' 5 yr old - you or me? hahs. and to add to the list, you are also bhb and you think highly of yourself. and youre also a copycat. if you dont respect me i wont respect you either. this is what i call 'an eye for an eye'. i dont mind severing all ties with you. who needs someone like you for a friend?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110286807904093616?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110286807904093616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110286807904093616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110286807904093616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110286807904093616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110284965815001692</id><published>2004-12-12T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T19:07:38.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: pii kieww ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did pq wif many ppl today!! actually got to see the famous king slime &gt;_&gt; its huge, fat and heavy! when it bounces, the ground actually heaves and coughs up dust. okay no heaving but clouds of dust dust fly. &lt;_&lt; so heavy. sick and celg were the only ones who could hit the king slime and deal proper dmg. bong wasnt that bad either. but in the end i died. i was the first to, lol, and sick died too. and aft that... bong and celg actually killed the king slime! imagine... a massive whopping 5k of goddamit hp, and they manage to slay the beast! O_O;; but blehs, they didnt manage to get the end rewards cos they had a missing pass. aww saddity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to duplicate keys now. mum was angry i dint duplicate them ytd... &gt;&lt;;; then after that, im going to go on ms again to pass grace her stuffs, and go back to pq-ing at 8.30. =D pq is fun. the king slime isnt very though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still no bag today... mummy promised me she'll take half-day off tmr just to get me my bag. 37deg bag here i come! ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110284965815001692?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110284965815001692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110284965815001692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110284965815001692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110284965815001692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110267848998709628</id><published>2004-12-10T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T19:40:21.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: x ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no bag agn today! ;_; zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;maple story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;job: archer (xbow&lt;b&gt;woman&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;lvl: 25&lt;br /&gt;mesos: 200k reaching 300k&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to make some adjustments.. pumped wrong stats i think. zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have not bought sch books or assessments yet! BAH. mums planning to buy on the 27th.. oO;; hopefully the all the books will be in stock so that i go get the books agn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110267848998709628?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110267848998709628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110267848998709628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110267848998709628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110267848998709628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110259484353128799</id><published>2004-12-09T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T20:20:43.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: - ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy dint bring me to go buy sch bag today! nvm theres always tmr. ms is down - patching.. bah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110259484353128799?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110259484353128799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110259484353128799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110259484353128799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110259484353128799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110249710158379985</id><published>2004-12-08T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T17:11:41.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: ~ ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i was SO pissed ytd do you know? some one real bitchy pissed me off like hell in maple... wtf. i was estatically wiping out blue hornies and greens, watching the exp bar move. then SUDDENLY this girl (CuteCuteCute, wat a stupid username) came a ks-ed me. she killed my wonderful blue horny and green and leeched me of my exp, and she had the guts to loot me lor! i mean, it wasnt really abt the looting, i got only a bronze ore and a few mushroom caps and a few mesos, but really, i &lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt; people who ks me and then loot my things! so i got bloody pissed and i defamed her and i whispered her: wow, you ks-ed me and then looted me! good job. or sth like this, i cant really rmb. and after that i switched chnl, hoping tat in the other chnl i go to, there wld be no ks-ers and looters like her. and there i was again, estatically wiping out blue hornies and greens, watching the exp bar move. and shortly after, like in a few minutes' time, the bloody bitch came!! i think she used /find me, and she went there to defame me lor!! and she got like 4 other ppl to defame me as well, so my fame went from 5 to 0. &lt;b&gt;WTF HOLY BITCH&lt;/b&gt;, i say. then she went, &lt;i&gt;trying to steal my ore hor?&lt;/i&gt; i replied: &lt;i&gt;wtf?! it was MINE lor! you ks-ed me and called that YOUR ore? its YOUR ore?!?!&lt;/i&gt; and the stupid childish freak said: &lt;i&gt;so? i killed it leh!&lt;/i&gt; I MEAN LIKE WTH HOLY FUCKING IDIOT!! she has absolutely &lt;b&gt;no right&lt;/b&gt; to ks ppl, and EVEN LESSER right to LOOT whoever she ks-ed! &lt;b&gt;wtf holy cow..&lt;/b&gt; so i complained to ppl on my buddy list (there were only two, this ivan person and zhong rong aka zhongs, both who are sicks friends) and zhongs came over to help me get revenge. he defamed the bloody bitch as well but OH. the heavenly biatch got some other guy to defame zhongs! WTF how childish. i mean like UHGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 1. you dont go ard ks-ing ppl (esp mighty cat queen rach who will slay you), then LOOT them.&lt;br /&gt;# 2. you dont behave so childishly and get like a million other ppl to defame others who defamed you. and esp when YOU deserve the defame! ,.l.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i got really pissed. &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; is the real definition of childish and immature i tell you! i hope tat the bloody fucked up bitch CuteCuteCute (HOW &lt;b&gt;UN&lt;/b&gt;CUTE) will read this &lt;s&gt;and bow to holy mighty cat queen rach who slays ppl.&lt;/s&gt; really. i got really really pissed ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nth much happened. went to robinsons wif mummy. had delifrance. whees so nice ^_^ oh and i saw chmel at raffles city. shes playing some quest game thingy i suppose... /= going to ms now. hopefully the bloody bitch wont /find me and defame me agn today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110249710158379985?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110249710158379985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110249710158379985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110249710158379985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110249710158379985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110239770335106606</id><published>2004-12-07T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T13:35:03.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: new old hse ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who are wondering.. new old hse = old hse that is renovated. ^^;; so nice kays! and yeah the sofa &lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt; gold with greenish embroidery... so obiang *pukes. slept on the double decker bed last night. whees so shuang ^^~ i love the house ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wont be blabbering any more abt the hse. but its nice i tell you! just that the rooms are too small for my liking X=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110239770335106606?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110239770335106606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110239770335106606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110239770335106606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110239770335106606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110226729232641476</id><published>2004-12-06T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T01:21:32.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: oops ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to add this. i miss you melissa! ((x cant wait till 31st dec. or whenever youre coming back. whens the flight anw? i wanna meet you at the airport X=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh man claire wont be going for jap classes this coming thurs, which means im gonna be alone. )= someone accompany me and take either mel's or claire's place lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i tag at your tagboard you better reply or i'll stuff my arrows into your nose &gt;=D dont mess with rachel the mighty huntress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110226729232641476?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110226729232641476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110226729232641476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110226729232641476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110226729232641476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_110226729232641476.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110226684129564433</id><published>2004-12-06T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T01:14:01.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: new old hse ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was gonna be bitchy agn but decided not to cause im feeling nice ((= bong went jumping at kerning wif me today and man it was tough. we're still at the beginning... am looking forward to the completion of the quest as the rewards are wonderful: 200 exp, 1 fame, 30 scrolls to a town. ((x but the jumping... argh. its much tougher than sleepywood's i tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to see the new old house today. its really beautiful! XD theres tis double decker bed &gt;=D im not having my own room though... imagine! someone 13 yrs of age has to share a room wif her pesky little siblings. argh. but the double decker beds! XD all rooms are pretty small. the smallest is a study / play room. laptops will be put there i guess... i want my laptop in the bedroom though&lt;s&gt;, so that i can sneak online at the middle of the night.&lt;/s&gt; d= the sofas are very.. obiang! the colour is this gaudy gold with emerald embroidery i think.. cant really rmb the details but i dont like the sofa. AND OH!! i dont have curtains in the bedroom! i have &lt;b&gt;blinds&lt;/b&gt; XD so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im moving into the new old house tmr... thats why i cant go for track. i really wanna go track though... have been slacking too much these days! we have to move in at 11am you see... its this "auspicious hour" that we cant miss. and we hv to be all clean and showered when we move in. how superstitious adults are! so bleh, i cant attend the 8-10 track meet. no matter what i say, mummy thinks i'll be home late. which is pretty true ^^;; i usually go to mc's aft track meets lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive some issues to clarify and some things to bitch abt, but naaaah.. not today! my mood's good XD the jumping wif bong (man hes so kind to wait for me! ^_^) and the new house... ((x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna go sleep soon. i dont even feel sleepy though!! cant go ms cause i promised bong i'd meet him where we left off ytd. OH GODDAMN i dont think i can go online tmr!! or till a few days later for that matter. the new old house has yet to have an internet subscription. ARGH. we'll see what happens. if the scv people do not go to the new old hse tmr, then i'd come back to the old old hse to use the com. whoever's reading this, tell bong i'll be late. ((x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love 6d! we're going out on xmas eve. maybe i wont be spending time wif claire etc aft all... *sorry. but i choose 6d over any other classes / people, so yep.. all priority goes to 6d, unless im pissed wif people in the class agn. X=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the new blog layout? im in love with it lol. i like the picture XD bleh, enough of my blabbering. gnite world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110226684129564433?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110226684129564433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110226684129564433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110226684129564433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110226684129564433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110217719326874165</id><published>2004-12-05T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T00:19:53.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: hur hur! ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;haven you notice how many ppl have been using dinnering?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i havent. oO;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's not like you're very nice to copy lorhhhs. it's just a darn stupid word. you're just being over sensitive.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if im not that nice to copy, i dunno why did so many ppl copy me. if is a darn stupid word then why are you using it as well? i think youre the one being over sensitive here. i dint even say it was you who was the one copying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well. quote: BUG OFF and stop using what &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; use i tell you. i dont like copycats and never will. from here you can see that i dint say youre copying me. although you might be copying other ppl. i just said tat i dun like ppl using the same words i use. i blv i dint mention a single thing abt you copying me. &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;i dont like copycats and never will&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;: im referring to copycats in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think you very special issit? that i'd target you of all ppl to quarrel with? oh please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz not lvl 20 yet! soon though. 80+ % liaos! for those who do not know how to scroll down. there is this upp and down thingy at the bottom right of the blog entries area. ((=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110217719326874165?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110217719326874165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110217719326874165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110217719326874165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110217719326874165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110216759220992306</id><published>2004-12-04T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T21:39:52.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: XD ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new template is really cute aint it? XD &amp;copy; me as usual! nth much happened today. oh btw. why do YOU have to use &lt;u&gt;dinnering&lt;/u&gt;? HRM. you have always been using &lt;i&gt;itadakimasu&lt;/i&gt;(sp?) last time, so why the sudden change? BUG OFF and stop using what &lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; use i tell you. i dont like copycats and never will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110216759220992306?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110216759220992306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110216759220992306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110216759220992306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110216759220992306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_110216759220992306.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110209277564336936</id><published>2004-12-04T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T00:52:55.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: crushless. ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rmbed i read this blog who belonged to another faceless person i dont know on the web. she was talking about how much it sucks to have no crush, even though shes happy being single. i think i feel like tis too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my female friends tell me abt tis certain guy they like, it makes me wanna have someone to really like too. and then tell my friends abt him. but then on 2nd thoughts, being single isnt really that bad either. whatever. it makes me look like im 'out of the world' when a group of girls start talking abt their crushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'd be like sick. i'll have an imaginary crush named aft a toothpaste. then fantasize about &lt;u&gt; &amp;nbsp; (insert name of toothpaste) &amp;nbsp; &lt;/u&gt;... hurhurhur! then i think mummy wld wanna bring me to wood bridge or sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im getting tired.. its still early though. i wonder why..? hrm i have yet to get my sch books. zzz i dread buying the books. just thinking abt the load makes my knees go weak. *sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love 6d. i really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110209277564336936?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110209277564336936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110209277564336936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110209277564336936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110209277564336936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110199774431477134</id><published>2004-12-02T22:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T22:37:03.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: ilove6d ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahas! went for 6d chalet. ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;first day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to train stn. i thot i wld be late... but in the end gengen was later than i was, so it was aite i guess. i wore a skirt and everyone were like O_O uhh wateva. talked to the usual ppls. i got bored soon tho and wanted to leave w/o gen X= in the end she came lar.. so uh yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant really rmb wat happened, other than everyone dint sleep much. xin hui slept the most (5 whooping hrs wth). i slept for er 3 hrs i think. hongze and vance slept for like 30 mins nia! oO;; it was really fun i guess. spent much of my time suan-ing steff yeo abt vance.. wahahas! &gt;=D so fun so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh taufik won! so happies. sly sucks sly sucks sly sucks XD *sneers at some &lt;b&gt;victorian&lt;/b&gt; guy whos a sly-supporter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bbq wasnt even filling. i ate like.. a few of these and a few of that and the food ran out! so i had to starve. i rmb at midnight my tummy was rumbling. X= and there was really a goddamn shortage of food lor.. in the morning and afternoon the next day we had to use our own money to get brunch. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohs watever. and i enjoyed myself at the chalet, just tat the rooms really small and the toilets really dirty and the floor smells of fishballs. ^_^ i love 6dddd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110199774431477134?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110199774431477134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110199774431477134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110199774431477134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110199774431477134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_110199774431477134.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110199774397832447</id><published>2004-12-02T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T22:29:03.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: ilove6d ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahas! went for 6d chalet. ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;first day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to train stn. i thot i wld be late... but in the end gengen was later than i was, so it was aite i guess. i wore a skirt and everyone were like O_O uhh wateva. talked to the usual ppls. i got bored soon tho and wanted to leave w/o gen X= &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110199774397832447?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110199774397832447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110199774397832447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110199774397832447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110199774397832447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110186836191070533</id><published>2004-12-01T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T10:32:41.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: ohh goddamn ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pressed some weirdo button and watever i was typing disappeared! so anw.. today im nto marrying bong. im going to 6d chalet! sleeping over for only 1 night though.. /= hopefully i dun see pig, and tat he doesnt talk to me, or else i'll give him a tight slap and make him an impotent pig. im gonna list out all my deardears~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;deardears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clarissa ^^, chester&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hubbiees&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kian liam, qi yong, wei liang (divorced), daowei, bong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wives&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clarissa (again ^^), leonard (he loves me no more. TT_TT)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;loverboys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chad m. murray, the guy in wat a girl wants, kevin a. clark + a whole bunch of anime bishounen. OH and + sick XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lessy partners&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;melissa &gt;=D mwahahahs, clarissa (3rd time her name appears), chmel (whee strawberrie exchanger! kissy kissy in the rain)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110186836191070533?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110186836191070533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110186836191070533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110186836191070533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110186836191070533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/12/dear-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110180753162269129</id><published>2004-11-30T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T17:38:51.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: getting married ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be marrying gordon (sicks friend) im maple tmr. ^^;; will publish details later! make sure youre free tmr afternoon. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not satisfied wif tis skin. will make a new one sometime soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110180753162269129?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110180753162269129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110180753162269129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110180753162269129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110180753162269129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110164954712371564</id><published>2004-11-28T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T21:45:47.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: - ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;happie bday grace.&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yesterrdaiee&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the office located at some weird tan kwee (que?) lan road and had a short briefing. collected our stock (mich and camilla (sp?) had 70 postcards; jolyn and i took 40 photo albums) then went to plaza singg. made friends wif this saint andrews jc girl who was also selling things for charity, but she was selling them becus the sch made her i think.. two other girls were selling things too, so we had quite a bit of competition. in the end we lost out when we sold less than 5 items. then we got tired of plaza sing and went to orchard.. i bought my manga (juvenile orion #2 - ilovetheguys~ and oh btw i bought tsubasa too ^^;;) then walked around a bit. got approached by some fanatical christians who tried to brainwash me by telling me abt eternal life and sinking ships and some other crap. and obviously to receive the "eternal life" i have to be a christian, and the person asked me at the end of the 'try-to-brainwash-tis-girl' talk if i wanted to receive the gift of eternal life. i was like, no? then the girl was -__- she mustve been thinking 'wtf wtf?' or sth.. watever. and blah blah blah slacked a bit more. made $0 at the end of the day. greaaat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;today..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..is graces bday. went to amk mrt station in the afternoon and found liwen (actually, she found me). liting, moley guy (aka grey shirt guy), hongwen (HAH can rmb the name cos my the pri sch i attended before peichun was called hongwen!) and black shirt guy were there. then grace came.. and chmel came.. and daowei came.. and dunno who else came and we went to graces house. and TRIED to maple (in the end i couldnt..) and ate sushi and ate cake. no i dint eat the bday cake.. i ate the slices of nuts tat were sticking out of the cream at the side of the cake. and aft eating the cake we went to pizza hut... at two slices of pizza there and a knife-ful of cheese (so disgusting). played some game about numbers at pizza hut. wasted loads of cheese cos whoever guessed the correct number would have to eat one spoonful of cheese.. and chmel dropped like loads of cheese on the table. so fun hahas. then hung around inside entertainment centre. i bought my stationaries (stationeries?) i need for next year. then everyone started going home. i followed daowei, grey shirt guy, pink shirt girl (who likes hongwen!), grace and claire to j8. i dint shop wif them; i went home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day overall. ((= so happie. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw if you noticed i havent been tagging at your tagboard, its becus im observing the rule 'tag my board and i tag yours'. ((= and if i take the initiative to tag at your board you better tag mine too. or else i'll never tag your board agn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110164954712371564?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110164954712371564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110164954712371564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110164954712371564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110164954712371564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_110164954712371564.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110160741203822370</id><published>2004-11-28T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T10:03:32.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: shengriikkuaile ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happie bday grace! ^_____^ tralalalalas! youre. 86 tis year (i think?)! &gt;=D all the best for your future endeavours. ((= gambatte yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i said ytd. the job was a failure. budden i wanna go ms now lol so i wont talk abt that. later perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110160741203822370?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110160741203822370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110160741203822370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110160741203822370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110160741203822370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110155129516769839</id><published>2004-11-27T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T18:28:15.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: shippai shippai ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the job was a total failure. shall blog about it later. talking to a new friend now. mich intro-ed him to me. o_____O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110155129516769839?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110155129516769839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110155129516769839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110155129516769839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110155129516769839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_110155129516769839.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110148536935977089</id><published>2004-11-27T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T00:09:29.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: - ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for track today, and now my knees hurt like hell. dont ask me why cos i dunno either.. bleh! so anw. this post is supposed to be dedicated to mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) going to track camp?&lt;br /&gt;2) bought sch books yet? go buy wif me and mich.. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;3) need extra income (altho youre so freaking rich alrdy!)? go work wif us ^^;; mich, wy, wy cousin, jolyn (1/3) and i will be working.. hehs! 30% comission (sp). ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually thats not a lot. but i'd rather not flood your tagboard.. hehs ((= &lt;b&gt;i miss you.&lt;/b&gt; lol! anw &lt;u&gt;wth is your ms user&lt;/u&gt;. i know youre a thief.. and wats your lvl? ^__^ add meeeee. kur0tenshix (lvl 19, archer) / kait0x (lvl.. sth, beginner. going to be thief, then take the bandit route instd of the assassin route youre are taking wif grace.) &lt;s&gt;i missed you a lot lol!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wait. the truth i will speak. i dint miss you... not until you tagged and reminded me tat youre still alive that is. the truth is, i was too caught up wif ms and everything else. track meets (of which many that i ponned), going out wif chmel and co, and of cos playing ms. had no time to think about you and thus dint really miss you. only started to when you tagged. that was when i suddenly remembered tat you dint go out wif mich, chmel and i. and that you dun ms, and that you were not present for track meets. but now.. ((= i miss you ^__^;; not a few days ago, but now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back soon girl. ((=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110148536935977089?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110148536935977089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110148536935977089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110148536935977089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110148536935977089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110138610731069617</id><published>2004-11-25T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T20:35:07.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: ^______^ ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;overview of today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ woke up at 10+ becus clairee dear called me. =__= wanted to sleep till 11 de lehs!&lt;br /&gt;+ went shopping at boogies wif chmel + chmels cousin + mich + jolyn [ 1/3 ]&lt;br /&gt;+ bought new pencil case, + tsubasa reservoir chronicles (omg i LOVE syaoran) and seventeen..&lt;br /&gt;+ then went for jap classes (altho there werent any!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will elaborate later. ((=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110138610731069617?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110138610731069617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110138610731069617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110138610731069617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110138610731069617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_110138610731069617.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110133154843611264</id><published>2004-11-25T05:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T05:25:48.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: happie bday ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shengg ri kkuai le*s to &lt;b&gt;chmel.&lt;/b&gt; gotta write you sth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;I O U&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel owes Chmel 1 Birthday Present. Please demand it from Rach next year. &lt;s&gt;if i have the money that is.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. rmb hars. ((= preferably aft januarie lah hors.. X= then i'd have saved up quite a sum of money to get you a nice and decent pressie ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graces bday approaching, happie bday too. ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=-=-=-=-=-=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 5++ but i cant sleep. nande?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;its cus im pining for someone.&lt;/s&gt; ROFL. -__-;; no of course im not. like as if theres anyone i'd pine for. *sigh. i dunno wat to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*sigh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110133154843611264?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110133154843611264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110133154843611264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110133154843611264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110133154843611264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110131314502557794</id><published>2004-11-24T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T00:19:05.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: x ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ms cant be played so now im here. grrs. anw shall give a more or less detailed account of wat happened in msia. no wait, it wont detailed. its merely a brief summary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;being ignored&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the adults in msia speak a weirdo dialect which i know only three words of. whenever i interrupt them in their many gossip-exchanges to ask wth they were talking abt, they'd either ask me to keep quiet or ignore me totally. thus i had to decipher watever the my aunts and mummy are about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however i wasnt content wif this. therefore i had to think of a way to keep myself occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;associating wif the young&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its always good to mingle wif the young. this way you'd know whats in and wats not. the abovementioned "young" live up to the word. being irriating pesky kiddies not even 10 yrs old, they are certainly young. each and everyday i get to play daidee and take part in rope-skipping competitions. and whenever they feel like it, i get included in their hide-and-seek games. i get pummeled by fat little &lt;s&gt;monkeys&lt;/s&gt; children every other day too, when i beat them at daidee and emerge the winner for ropeskipping as well. what a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;keeping to myself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no this never happened at all. my big mouth wont stop blabbering rubbish to whoever listens and i have hardly any chance to "keep to myself". =__= zzz. which is why i was so so so very happy when i reached home, expecting to be able to go on ms and all. how disappointed was i to be when i found out ms had undergone another patch and you now need some weirdo login thingy to be able to play. TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh btw the next layout is either purple, or black with green and pink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110131314502557794?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110131314502557794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110131314502557794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110131314502557794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110131314502557794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_110131314502557794.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110130971718023927</id><published>2004-11-24T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T23:21:57.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: BACK ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im back back back! WOOT i SURVIVED you know, how many days of being seperated from my beloved internet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw it was a torture there. i shall blog agn when i rmb. will go catch up wif friends, then go maple. stupid sick is alrdy lvl 16. UNBELIEVABLE. no wait. by now he'd be wat, 18?! 19?! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH. i hate everybody! TT_TT nvr wait for me. grrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must go buy sch tb tmr. *must rmb to help tommy buy science tb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone missed me? ^__^ i missed grace lots lol. ^________^ bought your pressie girl. ((x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110130971718023927?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110130971718023927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110130971718023927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110130971718023927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110130971718023927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110102078375716658</id><published>2004-11-21T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T15:06:23.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: woot. ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im at my cousins hse using their dial-up connection. PENGS, 29.2kb/s.. &gt;&lt;;; but its gd that i can come online ^__^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY. darn happy ^_^ whees.&lt;br /&gt;shall go maple later. maybe. i need to catch up &gt;&lt;;; the rest are all lvl 20++ (other than sick, MWAHAHAH) ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss me everybody!~ coming back on weds night. will use the com as soon as i reach home. ^^;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110102078375716658?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110102078375716658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110102078375716658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110102078375716658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110102078375716658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110082731725795062</id><published>2004-11-19T09:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T09:21:57.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: buhbye ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tot i'd blog agn for the last time before i leave sg. &gt;&lt;;; i still dread leaving lol. zz everybody miss me ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i'll be missing everybody. lol it sounds as if im leaving forever! hahas. ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels like this too actually. i feel like i wont be coming back anymore. sigh. i'll miss so many people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;grace&lt;/b&gt; (and mel too i guess but im returning to sg abt the same time as she does)&lt;br /&gt;sick (miss me too ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;claire&lt;/b&gt; mich liwen liting &lt;b&gt;chmel&lt;/b&gt; (wont be able to go out wif you ppls. zz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chester&lt;/b&gt; bong, zhong, sick agn, and &lt;b&gt;phil&lt;/b&gt; (for being my ms partners ^^)&lt;br /&gt;++ everybody else who talks to me online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dun wanna leave. i'll miss ms a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110082731725795062?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110082731725795062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110082731725795062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110082731725795062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110082731725795062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110077993121534271</id><published>2004-11-18T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T20:12:11.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: fatso ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have fat cheeks i have fat cheeks i have fat cheeks i have fat cheeks i have fat cheeks i have fat cheeks i have fat cheeks i have fat cheeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took many pics of myself and discovered i have fat cheeks. i wanna be a photoshop pro like xiaxue! she can doctor images very very well.. TT_TT someday i will learn the fine art of image-doctoring and make myself super-model slim. &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for the moment, i have fat cheeks. and i dont wanna go to msia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110077993121534271?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110077993121534271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110077993121534271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110077993121534271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110077993121534271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_110077993121534271.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110077295245089786</id><published>2004-11-18T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T18:15:52.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: sense of belonging ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DONT WANNA LEAVE SG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna attend the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;dont wanna dont wanna dont wanna.&lt;br /&gt;TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody, miss me ((x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww i so dont wanna go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110077295245089786?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110077295245089786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110077295245089786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110077295245089786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110077295245089786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_110077295245089786.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110076221777101201</id><published>2004-11-18T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:16:57.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: rofl ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go read xiaxue's blog. her blog entries are all so funny! get to her blog from kaili's blog. i was laughing all the way when i was reading her blog entries lol. the xiaxue-hater blog was pretty funny to. talk about platypuses and donkeys and chickens. hur hur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110076221777101201?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110076221777101201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110076221777101201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110076221777101201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110076221777101201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_110076221777101201.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110075837973785045</id><published>2004-11-18T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T14:14:53.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: zz ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changed layout again! it's nice aint it? *mwahahahas ^_^ and i'll be putting my pic up somewhere when i have time. ((=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made a banner &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/s1nful-x/archer.gif"&gt;banner&lt;/a&gt; with my old character. have already deleted it and lost more than 150k in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i lost many items. i was trying to get the items from A to B, and i left them in henesys' skincare, thinking that nobody wld check behind the stairs. and when i logged in from character B to pick the items up, theyre gone! TT_TT i lost more than 150k worth of things. lets see..&lt;br /&gt;x ores (7 orihalcon, 3 gold, and many many more TT_TT)&lt;br /&gt;x money (11k)&lt;br /&gt;x full shivermail set + red feather cap (the clothes and cap you see on the archer)&lt;br /&gt;x 2 kinds of xbows&lt;br /&gt;x leather purse&lt;br /&gt;x many many potions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzz. i feel so.. depressed. and pissed. TT_TT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110075837973785045?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110075837973785045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110075837973785045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110075837973785045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110075837973785045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110066561148414895</id><published>2004-11-17T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T12:26:51.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: acks ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept at 3 again ytd lols. and i couldnt wake up in time for track today... hehs! SRY MICH &gt;&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;delwyn sms-ed me some crap.. wth he said that he'll love me forever? ROFLMAO. that was before he told me who he was lahs.. and NOT unexpectedly, it was all but a lie. oh people, why torment me so? *cackles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent seen much of my deardears. blehs! clarissa. I MISS YOU LOTS. rofl. kian lam i hope youre thinking bout me too ((= who else. qi yong i love you ^__^;; *pengs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110066561148414895?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110066561148414895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110066561148414895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110066561148414895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110066561148414895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110061090288517517</id><published>2004-11-16T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T21:15:02.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: ^__^ ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis a season to be jolly, falalalala, lalalala. i'll be getting my singapore passport soon. ^__^ WHEES. which is to say, im a sgrean now! XD *happy happy. i'll be eligible for scholarship awards. will be eligible for edusave. will be eligible for everything sgrean students are eligible for! whees. ((=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110061090288517517?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110061090288517517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110061090288517517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110061090288517517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110061090288517517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110048890944586740</id><published>2004-11-15T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T11:23:02.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: zzz ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;typed a whole chunk and it disappeared.. so i shant type wat i typed all over again.&lt;br /&gt;1) played ms from 11am - 6+ am&lt;br /&gt;2) pigs dont meow (referring to chester / sick's friend)&lt;br /&gt;3) im a cat not pig&lt;br /&gt;4) hes the pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant rmb much of wat happened ytd lol.. am sleepy~ i slept for 5 hrs nia? TT_TT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110048890944586740?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110048890944586740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110048890944586740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110048890944586740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110048890944586740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110036190194048134</id><published>2004-11-14T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T00:05:01.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: X ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be returning to malaysia next friday. miss me kays? ^^;; hehs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;created new character on ms. mage. damn weak lor... &gt;&lt;;; but once i lvl up to 15, i'll be 10x better than wat i am now. my friend did 200+ dmg and he's only lvl 15 lol. ^__^;; current characters: [0xblythex0 - archer, lvl 19] [0yakuza0 - warrior, lvl ??] [kur0tenshi - mage, lvl 9 ~ 11] the warrior and archer's good but the mage sucks at the mo. wait till im lvl 15, ppl! lol. am really broke in ms now. bought stuffs for my accs lol. how did i pass the things to my other chars w/o a middle person? ((x dun tell you. lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110036190194048134?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110036190194048134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110036190194048134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110036190194048134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110036190194048134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110026865195737200</id><published>2004-11-12T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T22:10:51.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: sad aww ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly remembered my p5 bestie kaile. i miss her so much! TT_TT but sadly she doesnt like me as a friend anymore, i think... she doesnt talk to me on msn. she doesnt call me. doesnt reply to my sms-es. why? why.. wat in the world is happening? TT_TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were in p5 we were the bestest of the best buddies. i must say tat i was closer to her than i am to melissa or grace. she is my teacher. w/o her, i wldnt write the way i do now. there was a trip to chiangmai (thailand) in p5. both of us signed up. we played, cheated in tingxie-s, ate and did everything else together. then aft p5, she transferred to plmgp. TT_TT she told me she doesnt like the ppl there, but obviously her current bestfriends shd be from plmgs. oh i feel so sad~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaile kaile kaile kaile kaile kaile kaile kaile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno why i recalled this suddenly. i feel so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TT_TT pek kaile charis~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110026865195737200?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110026865195737200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110026865195737200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110026865195737200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110026865195737200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_110026865195737200.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110026737678911651</id><published>2004-11-12T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T21:49:36.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: a million sorries ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh everyone's been writing thank you's. to be a little bit more.. unique (aka extraordinary?), i shall write my sorries instead. *copy grace by look&lt;sup&gt;g&lt;/sup&gt; at 1/5 blog's class pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xinyee&lt;/b&gt;: im not sorry for anything ive done to you at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lynette&lt;/b&gt;: sorry for scaring you so many times! XD (but it was fun LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;carline&lt;/b&gt;: sorry for not knowing you well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;weiting&lt;/b&gt;: sorry for erm. irritating you by saying all the crap stuff abt fabian? ANW. FABIAN is the LOVE of your LIFE! ^__^;; *nyahahahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;: im sorry for being so moneyless and a com addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;grace&lt;/b&gt;: im sorry for all the tiffs we had, the times i got mad at you. sry for playing wif your erasers, pens etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mel&lt;/b&gt;: im sorry for slapping you so many times. (your fault. who ask you to touch my hair) sorry for playing wif your stationery and sry for being such an irritant. and sry for asking you so many times to teach me how to draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;clarissa&lt;/b&gt;: DARLING! sry for breaking up wif you twice. &gt;&lt;;; iloveyou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;michelle&lt;/b&gt;: im sry for being such a les. and sry for trying to les on you (got scolded and hit for that tho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;qingyun&lt;/b&gt;: LOL mimiyan. im sry for er trying to les on you too! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lifang&lt;/b&gt;: im so sry youre such a goodygoody and tat i cant stand you at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sushan&lt;/b&gt;: sry for scaring you so many times haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kaili&lt;/b&gt;: am sry for calling your friends names. but they are very bad anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;the person whose head is tilted away (shd be lilan)&lt;/b&gt;: well if its lilan then erm im sry for not knowing you well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;anna&lt;/b&gt;: im sry tat youre born a bunny bitch. and im sry tat you have such a very irritating and piercing voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;huixian&lt;/b&gt;: i dunno wat to say abt you. no sorries for you at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yijing&lt;/b&gt;: im sry tat u were once my friend. no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jing&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: sry for not talking to you often. the thing is, i dun even know wat youre like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xing zhi&lt;/b&gt;: im so sry tat i detest you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xue yi&lt;/b&gt;: nth to say. i dunno u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jiayu&lt;/b&gt;: im sry tat youre a loner and tat i dun like to hang ard wif loners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yuan ting&lt;/b&gt;: err... ^__^;; sry for. i dunno. lol, am not close to you so no sorries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pei xuan&lt;/b&gt;: sry for scaring you LOL. was so fun! sry for eating your sweet and "forgetting" to buying you a stick of mentos as my apology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tommy&lt;/b&gt;: sry for erm tearing you 10$ note! sry if i was such a bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;unknown person (shd be renjie)&lt;/b&gt;: if youre renjie.. then sry for insulting your old and tattered pokemone guidebook ^^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;max&lt;/b&gt;: ROFL no sorries for you. instd, i thank you for being so funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;leonard&lt;/b&gt;: sry tat im no longer your husband! &gt;&lt;;; (you just stopped calling me laogong aft a few weeks. /= aww sad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;alvin&lt;/b&gt;: sry for erm er. i dunno! you were very funny lol. anw. the red riding hood play was stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kian lam&lt;/b&gt;: OMG no sorries at all! i have no regrets for marrying you! ^__^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;zai you&lt;/b&gt;: sry tat im such an unfilial daughter! LOL. and sry abt your shirt. &gt;&lt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;raffles&lt;/b&gt;: LMAO sry for trying to make you my lover! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ming wei&lt;/b&gt;: sry for calling you bazhang! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bing hong&lt;/b&gt;: &gt;=( not sorry! you shd be sorry for asking me to dl so many midis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;dave&lt;/b&gt;: i think. i think its dave. anw. sry for being such a lousy partner when i sat wif you lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wen yuan&lt;/b&gt;: no sorries. oh i mean, sry for trying woo you LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;louis&lt;/b&gt;: AH HAHAHHAS! sry for ahh... not going to training? lol okay sry for trying to woo you as well! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;not in picture&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ziyang&lt;/b&gt;: (yeah he told me tat he was hiding) sry for hugging you! LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;lihao&lt;/b&gt; (dint see him anywhr) YOU shd be sry for not telling me tat you love me! &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahahahas. sry if i sound like a bitch in some of the sorries. but the thing is, im a blunt and tactless person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110026737678911651?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110026737678911651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110026737678911651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110026737678911651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110026737678911651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_110026737678911651.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110026534605529493</id><published>2004-11-12T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T21:15:46.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: pooffff ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i found out tat everyone can only advance to the 2nd job in ms only at lvl 30, regardless of jobs. bleahs which means i have about 12 more lvls to go! i dint delete the 2nd character aft all! its now a warrior, currently lvl 12 i think, with hp of over 400+. if i dint rmb wrongly, my main char only had hp of 400+ only at lvl 15 or so. O_&lt; pengs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have fallen in love wif my ms friends! one is 11 and resides in hawaii. hes erm my first friend on ms i think. ^__^;; another is a 12 yr old korean who lives in aust. hes a nice guy lol. told me abt lots of secret training places~ ^^;; im such a bad girl. i prey on young kids lol! &gt;=D nbsp; &amp;nbsp; *pfft im only, at most, 2 yrs older than them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110026534605529493?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110026534605529493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110026534605529493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110026534605529493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110026534605529493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_110026534605529493.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110019008357004866</id><published>2004-11-12T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T00:21:23.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: yay ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i deleted the new character. the new maple story character. yeah hahas. and my main one is now erm lvl 18 or 19. ((= very very happy. lvl 20 will advance to be crossbow man (WHEE!) i think.. or perhaps lvl 25. not very sure but ah wells.. at least im now 1 stop closer to becoming a crossbower! ^__^;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have very good friends on maple story. ((= i give them free potions and they erm. i dunno. they watch out for me a lot hahas ((= i like my friends lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dl for ro still yet to complete. its supposed to complete 23hrs later (wth) but i think it'll be complete once tmr arrives. i'll hv to leave the com on agn~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a bad feeling this mth's electricity bills will explode. ive been online from 10+ to 12+ everyday. almost everyday. &gt;&lt;;; hopefully mum wont confiscate the laptop like how she used to confiscate the net modem wire. bahs lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg slp now. i hear mum complaining bout me agn. "still dowan to slp arh?!?!" heh hehs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110019008357004866?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110019008357004866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110019008357004866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110019008357004866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110019008357004866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110017150211812252</id><published>2004-11-11T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T19:11:42.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: lalalas ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each person in maple story is allowed to have 3 characters. my first one (0xblythex0) is currently lvl 17 and is an archer. the second character (0yakuza0) is now lvl 7 (or 8) and will be a warrior. the next character which i have yet to create, will be a magician. =3 heh hehs. dowan to be theif.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maple story is now under a service update.. who knows how long it would take? blehs. so now im going to gb to train my new account. X= shit i think ive forgotten the password. (btw its still a chick you know! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like trying O2Jam. but am not sure if its mmorpg... im now addicted to mmorpg games lol &gt;=D dont wanna try RO tho. to play RO, you must dl a lot of things. that is if you play on the private servers.. i feel like playing the actual one. wats wrong wif buying a card every now and then..? yeah ive made up my mind to dl the original RO. ((= hopefully we are given some free credits upon signing up and installing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grace&gt;&gt; sry! but am feeling very very lazy. X= i will make the layout for you when im in m'sia.. hahas~ sry sry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8028885-110017150211812252?l=rayj-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/feeds/110017150211812252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8028885&amp;postID=110017150211812252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110017150211812252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8028885/posts/default/110017150211812252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rayj-.blogspot.com/2004/11/dear-diary_110017150211812252.html' title=''/><author><name>Rachel</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4zN5vrYEmXU/Sr7ClHI5FCI/AAAAAAAAAUs/sqrkL111zvM/S220/r.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8028885.post-110010932585367374</id><published>2004-11-11T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T01:55:25.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Diary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;:: track ::&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the newest track teacher-in-charge (shant mention her name) is very very... crazy. shes one heck of a sadist who enjoys watching us (me, mich and basically all the weaker track members) suffer, and also "giving us motivation" (aka scolding) when we've slackened, or slowed down when we run. today is not an exception. you know the park across the street from amk lib? we ran and hopped up 7200 steps. if you include the jogging down, then its a whooping 14 200 steps. so obviously, mich and jiayu and i was the last few again. okay i shall stop here and get right to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new track tchr-in-chg, get out from my life i tell you. scram~ TT_TT even the trainings a strict ex-track team coach conducted were less strenuous and less killable. all of u, imagine hopping and lunging forwards and sprinting up the stairs one after another. thankfully my leg muscles (or watever you call the flab tats hanging down) have yet to start aching. i can "hardly" wait till it does (notice the quotation marks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anw michelle was praised. "see, michelle is doing very well. i can see that her stamina has improved. rachel? wat about you? hurry up!" &lt;b&gt;what. the. heck.&lt;/b&gt; from this training onwards, i swear tat i'll perform better than the trackers from 1/5. my stamina and speed wld get much better and the new tchr-in-chg wld finally stop grouping me wif the slower members. &lt;b&gt;i will prove it to her that i am not a weakling.&lt;/b&gt; freak you freak you freak you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only she had been here when the old coach was still around. then she wld see how much better i &lt;s&gt;am&lt;/s&gt; was than the rest. (how bhb-ish.. blearghs! &lt;small&gt;but its the truth..&lt;/small&gt; in the PAST that is.) i will be much better than before. i will show my prowess to the freak teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; stop dreaming, rachel, and work on improving your speed and stamina. as for the teacher, ignore her. i must not create false hopes for myself. i must know my own limits. i must not think too highly for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am lvl 16 in maple story alrdy. i have a bow~ i have a cap~ a shirt~ a skirt~ shoes~ ((x fuhuhuhus. oh i was supposed to be doing this quest, but in the end i gave up on it.. hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop bugging me, ppl. i wont tell you who i think C is. 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