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term='fear'/><category term='warning'/><category term='deepavali'/><title type='text'>You be the anchor that keeps my feet on the ground,</title><subtitle type='html'>I'll be the wings that keep your heart in the clouds.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' 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I think things are getting better, really. SERIOUS. Most of them are coming back together to prepare for CNY and I think a happy ending could pull through. And no more arguments for now. Hee. I blame my depressing post on the Vectors Math homework that I attempted but failed to do because it was so tough. HAHA. And I believe my Singaporean uncle played a big part in the current family harmony because he is a really kind and nice guy, you know. He gets along with everyone so I'm actually looking forward to see what CNY brings. I also want to tell you guys that while I said I really didn't want anyone to bother with me, somehow the fact that some of you really worry and care about me really made me happy. Terima kasih bebanyak! I'll give you free Botox injections next time. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my dear aunt was so kind to bring my cousin and I all the way to Harbour Place to get nail polishes and stuff yesterday. Although the shop was closed and we didn't get anything, we still had fun at that place. HAHA. I'm going to be really busy later. I have 9 customers, 18 hands, 90 fingernails to paint on later. HAHAHA. Alright, I'll see you guys soon. Have an awesome CNY, monkeys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0MsagEGWW-s/TxvUBXPT6uI/AAAAAAAAB5E/M7bHV4CIPtw/s1600/2012-01-21_19-57-09_615.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0MsagEGWW-s/TxvUBXPT6uI/AAAAAAAAB5E/M7bHV4CIPtw/s320/2012-01-21_19-57-09_615.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a leopard print, but that girl smeared it. HAHA. All these are just experiments for later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XZ6j8kEPh5o/TxvUKr6pZDI/AAAAAAAAB5M/fYlJk3CIbGM/s1600/2012-01-21_19-54-55_534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XZ6j8kEPh5o/TxvUKr6pZDI/AAAAAAAAB5M/fYlJk3CIbGM/s320/2012-01-21_19-54-55_534.jpg" width="178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tiger print.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vknG8aJpU4M/TxvUgfyiEqI/AAAAAAAAB5U/WI-YS3ZBvZ8/s1600/2012-01-21_17-48-05_143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vknG8aJpU4M/TxvUgfyiEqI/AAAAAAAAB5U/WI-YS3ZBvZ8/s320/2012-01-21_17-48-05_143.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My 17-year-old cousin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0czFptlKkj8/TxvVTn17tbI/AAAAAAAAB5k/6SCbRikGd3s/s1600/2012-01-21_17-22-11_526.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0czFptlKkj8/TxvVTn17tbI/AAAAAAAAB5k/6SCbRikGd3s/s320/2012-01-21_17-22-11_526.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r--iujpnNeM/TxvVnk_m92I/AAAAAAAAB5s/MIQOpi5rCcY/s1600/2012-01-21_17-21-42_929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r--iujpnNeM/TxvVnk_m92I/AAAAAAAAB5s/MIQOpi5rCcY/s320/2012-01-21_17-21-42_929.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaNKWCYUUKY/TxvV8Ry9EtI/AAAAAAAAB50/pKhXMsl7Wcs/s1600/2012-01-21_17-20-06_170.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaNKWCYUUKY/TxvV8Ry9EtI/AAAAAAAAB50/pKhXMsl7Wcs/s320/2012-01-21_17-20-06_170.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;AWWWW. Isn't this girl simply the CUTEST LION E-VAH? HAHAHAHA. The "Singam" King!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wBcefbS5-uY/TxvWRXHALjI/AAAAAAAAB58/rjfYJoS1tdo/s1600/2012-01-21_17-19-27_267.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wBcefbS5-uY/TxvWRXHALjI/AAAAAAAAB58/rjfYJoS1tdo/s320/2012-01-21_17-19-27_267.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3aHd28MWVrQ/TxvWlQP0OUI/AAAAAAAAB6E/Xsq251q8-Eo/s1600/2012-01-21_17-18-28_12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3aHd28MWVrQ/TxvWlQP0OUI/AAAAAAAAB6E/Xsq251q8-Eo/s320/2012-01-21_17-18-28_12.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z0N7OW93dn4/TxvXCDPiBrI/AAAAAAAAB6M/4GzFgPet_5I/s1600/2012-01-21_17-17-08_457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z0N7OW93dn4/TxvXCDPiBrI/AAAAAAAAB6M/4GzFgPet_5I/s320/2012-01-21_17-17-08_457.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yET7O1u3rmo/TxvXegq0EfI/AAAAAAAAB6U/ET-8pCPpsU4/s1600/2012-01-20_20-10-15_413.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yET7O1u3rmo/TxvXegq0EfI/AAAAAAAAB6U/ET-8pCPpsU4/s320/2012-01-20_20-10-15_413.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The angpow my grandma gave before going to Hong Kong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM6BhLJ6kOk/TxvX3QMdgXI/AAAAAAAAB6c/8m_QWZ6lwDA/s1600/2012-01-20_20-08-41_932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vM6BhLJ6kOk/TxvX3QMdgXI/AAAAAAAAB6c/8m_QWZ6lwDA/s320/2012-01-20_20-08-41_932.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The guy in purple, the oldest cousin in my generation. He just came back from Birmingham.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwLZUWk_4Vc/TxvYHBykIWI/AAAAAAAAB6k/LnbOpi7qhRM/s1600/2012-01-21_22-43-18_586.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hwLZUWk_4Vc/TxvYHBykIWI/AAAAAAAAB6k/LnbOpi7qhRM/s320/2012-01-21_22-43-18_586.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHA The failed version of angry birds that I was planning to do for my aunt. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I also have a photo of my aunt posing with the animal headbands but she's a teacher in Kwang Hua High School so I'm not going to post it JUST IN CASE some of you dirty fellows decide to use it as leverage. Hmph. HAHAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-2004182908568549427?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2004182908568549427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2012/01/kiss-and-tell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/2004182908568549427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/2004182908568549427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2012/01/kiss-and-tell.html' title='Kiss and Tell'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0MsagEGWW-s/TxvUBXPT6uI/AAAAAAAAB5E/M7bHV4CIPtw/s72-c/2012-01-21_19-57-09_615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-6597159753923356412</id><published>2012-01-22T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T17:04:28.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>My Royal 19th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Yes, yes. After thinking that I sounded like a whiny attention whore, I removed the previous post while in Wen Lee's house. And I got lectured for doing that by Miss Wen Lee. HAHA. So I reposted it. Since it feels like I'm being a bad sport if I remove it. Just leave it lah. It doesn't mean anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;And you know, although I haven't been with my PM 12 classmates for very long, I realise that they really are the best college mates anyone can ever ask for. Somehow, they really show that they care about their friends, you know. HAHA Like today, I think some people *coughs "Wee Minn and Jason" coughs* were really worried about me. They were worried but they didn't know how to ask me about it. HAHA. I know they honestly wanted to help so thank you, you not-as-pro-as-I-am gamers! HAHAHA. Amelia, Jessie, Wei Wei, Wen Lee etc are considered their "sisters", but only today did I find out that I am accepted into their brotherhood as well, as a BROTHER. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Seriously, these two guys can really make me laugh like a mad cow lah. HAHAHAHA. Anyway, don't worry about me, all of you. I'll be fine, I always will. I'll get over it. I'm stronggggg. =D Yeah, in a pretty good mood right now, largely due to my sleep deprivation and the fact that my witty remark burned James. HAHAHAHA. I wanted to blog about my birthday celebration since my birthday but couldn't really find the mood so I'm going to try to do it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;So, my awesome 19th birthday! Early in the morning, Dad gave me a massive angpow which made me really happy until he told me I have to treat my classmates. I was like "WHY? It's MY birthday!" HAHAHA But I was just joking lahhhh. Obviously I too want to treat them, for the fun of it. Went to college, in a good mood, FOR ONCE. HAHA. Was a pretty good college day, I remember. It wasn't as boring as it could be sometimes. Then for lunch, we walked a REALLY long way to Rakuzen, a Japanese restaurant. A super high-class one wei. HAHAHA. Wei Wei, Wen Lee and Jessie said they wanted to go to the Programme Office so we headed out first. I think there were 14 of us? Had fun with all the laughing, jokes, photo-snapping, good food, awesome company and pretty environment. Made so much noise that the other customers complained and the waiters had to tell us to keep it down. But I ended up not treating them much, 'cause my awesome mates said that I shouldn't treat them when it was my Dad's money and not mine. So I just paid for the sushi and drinks. Oh, and the Beauty, Miss Christina Gan joined us too. HAHA. That girl can light up a whole town. HAHAHA. And you know how much we ate? The bill was a shocking RM 300++. And let me tell you about two of the most awkwardly adorable people. The first one, TIGER TING ZHEN WEI. After eating and paying the bill, we were just sitting down and talking. Then she suddenly told all of us to stand up so that the waiters can "do something". So I stood up and expected us to leave, but Tiger suddenly came back and told us to sit back down. And I was puzzled so I asked why. And she was so funny, she was like "Just sit down and talk lah. More comfortable." She kept insisting for me to sit and I refused, until I saw the waiters brought plates and forks. Awkward much. Then realization dawned and since everyone was trying so kindly to keep it a surprise, I decided to be grateful and act stupid. HAHAHAHA. I was like "Okayyy, let's sit. Soooo, what were we talking about?" HAHAHAHA. Then they came with the awesomest cake with the awesomest wish on top of it. Turned out that the gullible me actually believed Jessie, Wei and Wen Lee went to the office but they actually went to get me a cake. Wei Wei especially walked so far for me, so touched. Usually that girl will complain like there's no tomorrow if she's made to walk far for lunch. HAHAHA. We ended up being late almost half an hour for out next period, Maths. After college, I went to meet up with Vi Vian for donuts! She treated me! And then, Miss Yen Yen fetched me home and she gave me a present! It was great that I at least, could see two wrinkly familiar faces. HAHAHAHAHA. Such a pretty ending. I didn't expect much for my birthday since it was on a weekday with everyone in college, having exams and my brother having tuition and all. But little did I know I have such awesome college mates and friends. Seriously. And the royally awesome day ended with Ying Nu Shi coming over and she taught me the skills for camwhoring with a mirror. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;And the second awkwardly adorable person is my Mum. That same night, she told me to wear nice clothes for dinner for the next day because we were going out to eat. And I was once again, puzzled. I asked "Why? It's only Thursday." Usually we only eat outside during the weekends. And she started stuffing her mouth with donuts and said "Don't talk to me, I'm very busy right now." And I just went "HUHHHHH?" and started laughing to myself on my way to my bedroom. It was so funny the way she said it. It's like *one eyebrow raised* Whatttt, she's too busy eating to tell me why? HAHAHAHA. So awkward but still so funny. And turned out they wanted to celebrate my birthday! HAHAHA. We went to a seafood restaurant we always frequent and blew a cake and celebrated there. It was fun. I got an amazing present from my big cousin brother, Mr Nigel Lee Deng Hoe. HAHA. He asked me what my favourite colour is on my birthday and I kind of had a clue as to what he was getting me but it was still too good to be true. But he did it. He really did it. HAHAHA. You'll see what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Alright, I've been putting this off for days. Firstly, I want to THANK EVERYONE WHO WISHED ME. THANK YOU. The wishes really meant a lot to me, because a lot of you stayed up really late just to wish me. Jason even texted me saying how he tried his very hardest to stay awake until 12 a.m., although he failed and ended up wishing me at about 11 p.m. The fact that you guys even &amp;nbsp;thought of wishing me is a big enough present for me. I didn't expect so many wishes since it was a school day and the day right AFTER college reopens for Taylor's. And some of my friends are having exams, and I know a lot of them are early sleepers. &amp;nbsp;Yet, they wished me at midnight. Unbelievable. And two mammals called me for half an hour. First &amp;nbsp;mammal, Miss Sal Lee attempted to sing me a birthday song except she was so busy talking that it sounded like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Sal: ~Happy birthday to you~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; *started to chatter and laugh about everything for ten minutes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ~Happy birthday to you~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; *started talking about her exams, her studies, my supper, my phone*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Me: Eh, continue the song lah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Sal: ~Happy birthday to Rachelllllll~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; *started talking about I-don't-even-remember-what for another ten minutes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ~Happy birthday to youuuuu!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"That's the last line by the way."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. What kind of birthday song lasts for thirty minutes! HAHAHAHAHA. And then the second mammal, Miss Yeow Li Peng. HAHAHAHA. It started with my birthday wish, followed by a long, longgg story about how she felt guilty for tormenting a cat in a bank. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I was laughing so hard I couldn't eat my supper, thanks to not just them, but all the birthday texts as well. Seriously, I was fighting not to laugh while reading the texts. Sheesh. HAHAHAHA. Thanks to you guys, I ended up not eating supper and just laughing all the way to the bath. Naked. HAHAHAHA. TMI?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;So anyway, your wishes mean a lot to me, just as much as presents do. If you got me a present, it is an added bonus! To all those who got me something (and I know some of you still owe me HAHAHAH), terima kasihhhh! To Deena the fourth Kim Kardashian HAHA, Yen the Barbarian, Aramis and bald Porthos (I really LOVE what you guys did okay, it's priceless), Jessie, Amelia, Tiger, Wen Lee and Pervert Wei Li (she treated me to lunch! Awesome or not HAHA). For those who owe me, I'm still waitingggg (even if "someone" is determined to create terms and conditions before I can get it). And for those who didn't, it's perfectly alright. Presents are sweet, but if I have to choose, I rather have you guys celebrate with me or just wish me than getting me a present and not being there with me. So thank you for all those who celebrated with me! I'm looking forward to a second celebration with the "chickens"! And just to make it clear, it doesn't matter what you got me, or whether it is expensive or not. Your intention is a big enough present for me. Really. And sorry for not taking a photo of the presents that Amelia, Jessie, Tiger and Wen Lee bought me. My Mum kept them away already. HAHA. But thank youuu! I know you guys really know my taste! HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;So again, THANK YOU. It was an awesome birthday because I really didn't expect much since I thought I wouldn't be able to see my best friends. So you guys, thanks a lot. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;And today, I went to Wen Lee aka Xiao Bai's house with Jason, Wee Minn, Ker Shiong, James and Weng Cheong. It was really fun. I'm glad I was invited, and that I went. I didn't want to at first, thinking I should sleep since I had "tuan yuan" dinner tonight. But well, I went anyway, and I had fun. Being accepted into the brotherhood with the forever alone guys HAHA, getting second place in Digimon Rumble Arena, getting my butt kicked in Naruto, Gran Turismo despite being such a pro, eating freshly-baked cookies by Wen Lee's kind big brother and meeting her awesome parents, exploring Wen Lee's bedroom, performed my rare but beautiful hula hoop dance HAHAHA, entered the bathroom when Wen Lee's mum was in there (awkwardddd), watching Wee Minn's skills in wrapping a bandage around his bleeding toe, watching Jason and Wee Minn having a "whose-toe-is-scarier" competition in public, teasing Wen Lee about all her funny pictures, eating Domino's pizzas and lastly, being judges for a beauty contest. We crowded in front of her computer and each person (except me since I have no such person) showed the Facebook profile photos of the girls AND guys that they think are the most good-looking. Then we started judging. HAHA Jason was like "Good-looking guys? OMG, CAN WE NOT DO THAT? I FEEL SO GAY." HAHAHAHAHAHA. That was really hilarious. Wen Lee and I found out that guys actually don't like the hot girls, preferring the decent, studious-looking ones. HAHAHAHA. Then the kindest Sze Ying came to Wen Lee's house to fetch me home. I am so used to calling Sze Ying "Ying Nu Shi" that I forgot her full name. HAHA. I was like "Lee Sze Ying! Wait, your surname is Lee right?" HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;And yesterday, was Taylor's ECA drive. They had a lion dance performance. I was watching with Wee Minn and the lion dancers fell from the poles they were on. HAHAHAHA. I was like "They did that on purpose one!" HAHAHAHA. But it was pretty cool, very dramatic. Then I was waiting for Yin Li to fetch me home but her phone was out of battery so there was no way to contact her. I even called Kia Hooi out of desperation. I was worried that she had forgotten about me because this time, she was really late. I was holding an icy can of Coke and out of extreme stress, I was gripping the can really hard, and it got warm. HAHA. And despite my extreme stress, I still somehow could admire cars. I saw this Volkswagen and I was worrying, looking at every direction and then "Ooooohhh, a Volkswagen!" Then I resumed looking around worriedly and then "OMG, AN ORANGE LAMBORGHINI!" And there was this girl standing next to me the whole time, and I swear, SHE WAS ADMIRING MY SHOES. She kept looking at my shoes and smiling a little bit to herself. I looked at her, looked away, and sneakily glanced at her again. SHE WAS CLEARLY ADMIRING MY SHOES. So I kind of like posed my feet for her, without making it too obvious. HAHAHAHAHA Whatttt, I'm okay with anyone who appreciates awesomeness. HAHAHA. Oh, and I got home fine, thank you. Yin Li was stuck in a jam. HAHA. I tell you, almost 98% of my friends who drive all suffer from road rage. All the cursing and swearing in the car. Fuffff. HAHAHA. So far, I think the only one who remains perfectly calm is Vino. And that's because she's always too busy trying to understand what we're saying in the backseat. HAHAHAHA. She said she felt kind of left out like that. HAHAHAHAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;So "tuan yuan" dinner was today. I finally saw Sylvester Saw, my other older cousin brother who has just returned from Birmingham, after two years. He looks so grown-up now that I was at a loss of words as to what to say to him. Not to mention I was so tired I almost dozed off on a WOODEN chair. WHAT. HAHA. People grow up really fast, don't they.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;Alright, I think I may have left out a few details but my head is starting to hurt right now. So well, see ya soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Her Royal Majesty's birthday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cjvv9GEvAG8/TxKePqDQ4TI/AAAAAAAABx8/80lzHXcuKnE/s1600/390478_302288619806455_100000759570470_744770_218222389_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cjvv9GEvAG8/TxKePqDQ4TI/AAAAAAAABx8/80lzHXcuKnE/s320/390478_302288619806455_100000759570470_744770_218222389_n.jpg" width="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EeVzZp0J-Mc/TxKeRsvb9tI/AAAAAAAAByE/AnYeJcEqsB4/s1600/396060_302288069806510_100000759570470_744763_1795878220_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EeVzZp0J-Mc/TxKeRsvb9tI/AAAAAAAAByE/AnYeJcEqsB4/s320/396060_302288069806510_100000759570470_744763_1795878220_n.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jETV9ihNQCk/TxKeT7BQ8UI/AAAAAAAAByM/kFdSDIkvhCI/s1600/389945_302288009806516_100000759570470_744761_1002558593_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jETV9ihNQCk/TxKeT7BQ8UI/AAAAAAAAByM/kFdSDIkvhCI/s320/389945_302288009806516_100000759570470_744761_1002558593_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oXiknbJxueo/TxKeV4Q4hzI/AAAAAAAAByU/FZXG2PMn_mQ/s1600/390338_302287886473195_100000759570470_744760_1810168076_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oXiknbJxueo/TxKeV4Q4hzI/AAAAAAAAByU/FZXG2PMn_mQ/s320/390338_302287886473195_100000759570470_744760_1810168076_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lIvOtN-7pyI/TxKeYELHGXI/AAAAAAAAByc/JbNNqqzZC_A/s1600/394259_302287859806531_100000759570470_744759_225144362_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lIvOtN-7pyI/TxKeYELHGXI/AAAAAAAAByc/JbNNqqzZC_A/s320/394259_302287859806531_100000759570470_744759_225144362_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-adwq_SYa2uo/TxKeZ8gBOhI/AAAAAAAAByk/niyMOeFpvYE/s1600/402177_302287789806538_100000759570470_744757_831514420_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-adwq_SYa2uo/TxKeZ8gBOhI/AAAAAAAAByk/niyMOeFpvYE/s320/402177_302287789806538_100000759570470_744757_831514420_n.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The chinese character means "King". It says, "King, happy birthday. You are awesome." I KNOW RIGHT. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PXRopy8kgsY/TxKfg9jSTvI/AAAAAAAAB0M/6AIYZ4md3vA/s320/2012-01-11_17-19-50_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LcjhJMnKa9M/TxKgBcHjHcI/AAAAAAAAB0U/20adPQQuKSs/s1600/2012-01-11_16-10-43_627.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LcjhJMnKa9M/TxKgBcHjHcI/AAAAAAAAB0U/20adPQQuKSs/s320/2012-01-11_16-10-43_627.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yen's present! I forgot to snap a photo before my Mum kept it. HAHAHA. SORRY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2340xeSrFk/TxrMtaYOoTI/AAAAAAAAB2s/wCCgNwRYhi8/s1600/2012-01-21_22-02-08_489.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2340xeSrFk/TxrMtaYOoTI/AAAAAAAAB2s/wCCgNwRYhi8/s320/2012-01-21_22-02-08_489.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tiger's birthday, a day right after mine! =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kgWIaIsV-58/TxKgDGMNP9I/AAAAAAAAB0c/E3vaeZv4UaU/s1600/387251_303859556316028_100000759570470_748139_1660800999_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kgWIaIsV-58/TxKgDGMNP9I/AAAAAAAAB0c/E3vaeZv4UaU/s320/387251_303859556316028_100000759570470_748139_1660800999_n.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rxpyLbRaPbU/TxKgFmCF_mI/AAAAAAAAB0k/KikaJDa5SH0/s1600/394961_303859432982707_100000759570470_748136_668557374_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rxpyLbRaPbU/TxKgFmCF_mI/AAAAAAAAB0k/KikaJDa5SH0/s320/394961_303859432982707_100000759570470_748136_668557374_n.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYYRWTVtJa0/TxKgJT6BD6I/AAAAAAAAB0s/45FaFyYSMuk/s1600/406298_303859269649390_100000759570470_748133_1619560236_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eYYRWTVtJa0/TxKgJT6BD6I/AAAAAAAAB0s/45FaFyYSMuk/s320/406298_303859269649390_100000759570470_748133_1619560236_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Gw9rZgmLTw/TxKgMmb6YeI/AAAAAAAAB00/TbTM_WHpnnY/s1600/378475_303859139649403_100000759570470_748130_330482149_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3Gw9rZgmLTw/TxKgMmb6YeI/AAAAAAAAB00/TbTM_WHpnnY/s320/378475_303859139649403_100000759570470_748130_330482149_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ieC3DelNKfw/TxKgOmJbgEI/AAAAAAAAB08/syHD45c1a3M/s1600/166963_303859066316077_100000759570470_748126_360497812_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ieC3DelNKfw/TxKgOmJbgEI/AAAAAAAAB08/syHD45c1a3M/s320/166963_303859066316077_100000759570470_748126_360497812_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;My second royal birthday celebration with family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4XwrvgSeSv8/TxKgugdlI_I/AAAAAAAAB1E/BeiawEUVugY/s1600/2012-01-12_22-22-56_17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4XwrvgSeSv8/TxKgugdlI_I/AAAAAAAAB1E/BeiawEUVugY/s320/2012-01-12_22-22-56_17.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXnz30HdnDc/TxKhTuHI6II/AAAAAAAAB1M/ULS9rKLesnU/s1600/2012-01-12_22-19-50_318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BXnz30HdnDc/TxKhTuHI6II/AAAAAAAAB1M/ULS9rKLesnU/s320/2012-01-12_22-19-50_318.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YEP! This is what my awesome cousin brother gave me. Awesome or what!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFXQMc7uze0/TxKh_Poup4I/AAAAAAAAB1U/-duqLcrZS6M/s1600/2012-01-12_22-19-31_386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nFXQMc7uze0/TxKh_Poup4I/AAAAAAAAB1U/-duqLcrZS6M/s320/2012-01-12_22-19-31_386.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yrd9XY9bYVI/TxKiu0wbWdI/AAAAAAAAB1c/vxm6mdsVZuo/s1600/2012-01-12_21-12-14_513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yrd9XY9bYVI/TxKiu0wbWdI/AAAAAAAAB1c/vxm6mdsVZuo/s320/2012-01-12_21-12-14_513.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gp0aeJYcybc/TxKjacUb8qI/AAAAAAAAB1k/f7yyVWue7ek/s1600/2012-01-12_21-11-21_648.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gp0aeJYcybc/TxKjacUb8qI/AAAAAAAAB1k/f7yyVWue7ek/s320/2012-01-12_21-11-21_648.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2j_zF0lEWg/TxKj0jhiqsI/AAAAAAAAB1s/WEStjcqxjfM/s1600/2012-01-12_21-08-40_246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z2j_zF0lEWg/TxKj0jhiqsI/AAAAAAAAB1s/WEStjcqxjfM/s320/2012-01-12_21-08-40_246.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJbm76Qq5mM/TxKkLLV-adI/AAAAAAAAB10/eVLl3Xp9Dms/s1600/2012-01-12_21-07-50_344.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJbm76Qq5mM/TxKkLLV-adI/AAAAAAAAB10/eVLl3Xp9Dms/s320/2012-01-12_21-07-50_344.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Byzkc3907pw/TxKkoeRAP2I/AAAAAAAAB18/Jd2u_cqJ6H8/s1600/2012-01-12_20-40-12_218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Byzkc3907pw/TxKkoeRAP2I/AAAAAAAAB18/Jd2u_cqJ6H8/s320/2012-01-12_20-40-12_218.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgphv9Hok48/TxKlAPXSnGI/AAAAAAAAB2E/WjsekhpetOU/s1600/2012-01-12_20-39-09_420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgphv9Hok48/TxKlAPXSnGI/AAAAAAAAB2E/WjsekhpetOU/s320/2012-01-12_20-39-09_420.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yzyZrLC2X4o/TxKlh-t--EI/AAAAAAAAB2M/bx6PPv_Zdzg/s1600/2012-01-12_20-38-36_217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yzyZrLC2X4o/TxKlh-t--EI/AAAAAAAAB2M/bx6PPv_Zdzg/s320/2012-01-12_20-38-36_217.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XBZp5Rl9LUc/TxKmHaAOsUI/AAAAAAAAB2U/79UY_Gz-r5U/s1600/2012-01-12_20-37-46_818.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XBZp5Rl9LUc/TxKmHaAOsUI/AAAAAAAAB2U/79UY_Gz-r5U/s320/2012-01-12_20-37-46_818.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1q2OXEkIJuA/TxKmptwpYGI/AAAAAAAAB2c/roQ8BTDMrDA/s1600/2012-01-12_20-36-21_928.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1q2OXEkIJuA/TxKmptwpYGI/AAAAAAAAB2c/roQ8BTDMrDA/s320/2012-01-12_20-36-21_928.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ker Shiong and Hui Jin's birthday and Xiao Bai's house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bakyxo6oQGQ/TxrMu4XrV6I/AAAAAAAAB20/jNQuUKvqg3o/s1600/403791_307345132634137_100000759570470_757009_892043293_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bakyxo6oQGQ/TxrMu4XrV6I/AAAAAAAAB20/jNQuUKvqg3o/s320/403791_307345132634137_100000759570470_757009_892043293_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqkTj-yj_iM/TxrMwcmhAQI/AAAAAAAAB28/BLLw8viB_kE/s1600/398523_307345762634074_100000759570470_757011_2063281887_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NqkTj-yj_iM/TxrMwcmhAQI/AAAAAAAAB28/BLLw8viB_kE/s320/398523_307345762634074_100000759570470_757011_2063281887_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cIZuuAwQzmE/TxrMypgJtbI/AAAAAAAAB3E/Ch2fdmLN2Kk/s1600/396466_10150484573154856_695044855_8620848_472115345_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cIZuuAwQzmE/TxrMypgJtbI/AAAAAAAAB3E/Ch2fdmLN2Kk/s320/396466_10150484573154856_695044855_8620848_472115345_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lE8WbaPf1ME/TxrM1Fph1lI/AAAAAAAAB3M/pu64LkFohPk/s1600/400380_10150484581734856_695044855_8620891_1742169199_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lE8WbaPf1ME/TxrM1Fph1lI/AAAAAAAAB3M/pu64LkFohPk/s320/400380_10150484581734856_695044855_8620891_1742169199_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q09WF6ZfzB4/TxrM3uwmAEI/AAAAAAAAB3U/mut4sQi-aQY/s1600/403142_10150484630879856_695044855_8620956_610848133_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q09WF6ZfzB4/TxrM3uwmAEI/AAAAAAAAB3U/mut4sQi-aQY/s320/403142_10150484630879856_695044855_8620956_610848133_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhSAeyE0_PM/TxrM5v9UzdI/AAAAAAAAB3c/nL74fKJcH6c/s1600/408121_10150486786804856_695044855_8626552_1735668937_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhSAeyE0_PM/TxrM5v9UzdI/AAAAAAAAB3c/nL74fKJcH6c/s320/408121_10150486786804856_695044855_8626552_1735668937_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EkvZvaBq8Oo/TxrM7LNMahI/AAAAAAAAB3k/rEzWMPN_BUY/s1600/395219_10150486596154856_695044855_8626093_951306552_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EkvZvaBq8Oo/TxrM7LNMahI/AAAAAAAAB3k/rEzWMPN_BUY/s320/395219_10150486596154856_695044855_8626093_951306552_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gqyTltVNutE/TxrM8jUfYcI/AAAAAAAAB3s/8hNqo5Eo1RM/s1600/401629_10150486597284856_695044855_8626097_1187514376_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gqyTltVNutE/TxrM8jUfYcI/AAAAAAAAB3s/8hNqo5Eo1RM/s320/401629_10150486597284856_695044855_8626097_1187514376_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uAB2EvF7yV4/TxrM-hsCJmI/AAAAAAAAB30/_ls6qeg7D4A/s1600/408706_10150486597964856_695044855_8626102_596585152_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uAB2EvF7yV4/TxrM-hsCJmI/AAAAAAAAB30/_ls6qeg7D4A/s320/408706_10150486597964856_695044855_8626102_596585152_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yA5yH2Lt9jI/TxrM_uyXyZI/AAAAAAAAB38/GfjemXOPkO4/s1600/402087_10150486599304856_695044855_8626110_340884283_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yA5yH2Lt9jI/TxrM_uyXyZI/AAAAAAAAB38/GfjemXOPkO4/s320/402087_10150486599304856_695044855_8626110_340884283_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0XdvTz4mn0/TxrNUD2OiKI/AAAAAAAAB4E/Bkeh6ItoDVk/s1600/2012-01-20_15-23-41_138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D0XdvTz4mn0/TxrNUD2OiKI/AAAAAAAAB4E/Bkeh6ItoDVk/s320/2012-01-20_15-23-41_138.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA They spelt Wen Lee's name wrongly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5e7ucbchRHo/TxrPFFdp_8I/AAAAAAAAB40/xxNT3X1hPbM/s1600/2012-01-20_13-27-43_738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5e7ucbchRHo/TxrPFFdp_8I/AAAAAAAAB40/xxNT3X1hPbM/s320/2012-01-20_13-27-43_738.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pNCUTL2QaPI/TxrOugM2YVI/AAAAAAAAB4s/UeNLdEUKgWU/s1600/2012-01-20_13-27-57_247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pNCUTL2QaPI/TxrOugM2YVI/AAAAAAAAB4s/UeNLdEUKgWU/s320/2012-01-20_13-27-57_247.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hz3cfjo7vdU/TxrObSPa6WI/AAAAAAAAB4k/r3Ox5ePCeh8/s1600/2012-01-20_13-30-07_303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hz3cfjo7vdU/TxrObSPa6WI/AAAAAAAAB4k/r3Ox5ePCeh8/s320/2012-01-20_13-30-07_303.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wee Minn's bleeding toeeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fqW_OoNz9bY/TxrOKpg5M1I/AAAAAAAAB4c/PzMOmvSR20g/s1600/2012-01-20_15-20-07_325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fqW_OoNz9bY/TxrOKpg5M1I/AAAAAAAAB4c/PzMOmvSR20g/s320/2012-01-20_15-20-07_325.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*coughs* Looks familiar right, Poon? =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9m7tBoktxs/TxrN41DFP_I/AAAAAAAAB4U/jId2O5uuoto/s1600/2012-01-20_15-21-35_303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9m7tBoktxs/TxrN41DFP_I/AAAAAAAAB4U/jId2O5uuoto/s320/2012-01-20_15-21-35_303.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wen Lee, in another 20 years. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0ymvr4UZOc/TxrNmxKM8rI/AAAAAAAAB4M/Lq7SzENo3g8/s1600/2012-01-20_15-22-30_803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0ymvr4UZOc/TxrNmxKM8rI/AAAAAAAAB4M/Lq7SzENo3g8/s320/2012-01-20_15-22-30_803.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;AND I shall end this super long post with Wee Minn's forever alone drawing of me, with the help of Jason's phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LzWiX23CvTs/TxvQsYDlvnI/AAAAAAAAB48/V75BvNxdNSc/s1600/2012-01-18_10-54-39_278.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LzWiX23CvTs/TxvQsYDlvnI/AAAAAAAAB48/V75BvNxdNSc/s320/2012-01-18_10-54-39_278.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. I was supposed to post this on Friday so... =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-6597159753923356412?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6597159753923356412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-royal-19th.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/6597159753923356412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/6597159753923356412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-royal-19th.html' title='My Royal 19th'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cjvv9GEvAG8/TxKePqDQ4TI/AAAAAAAABx8/80lzHXcuKnE/s72-c/390478_302288619806455_100000759570470_744770_218222389_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-6507962820660888167</id><published>2012-01-19T23:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T22:09:23.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neutral</title><content type='html'>Super "emo" post ahead. You'll probably be worried, but my advice for you is not to bother. I'll be okay. So read at your own risk. And for those who will get annoyed, hey, I warned you, didn't I?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know what I hate most about growing up and being an adult? You naturally learn how to be more calculating, refusing to let people take advantage of you in any way. As long you win, nothing else matters. Family, friends, they all place second to your pride, your ego. Beautiful, ain't it? I honestly didn't want to talk about it, and I didn't, with anyone. But if I kept burying everything inside, I have a bad feeling that a part of me is going to die. I've been planning my funeral plans lately. Serious plans, I mean. I really want that to happen after I die. At first, I did it for fun, as a joke. Now it seems apt. I could die. Just not literally. Why this depressing mood, you ask? The reason being love, I guess. People who love you more than anything in the world, are ironically also the ones usually responsible for your pain, don't you think? Yeah, currently having family problems. I really can't understand it. Family is supposed to be everything, they're supposed to be my sanctuary, the one place I can come home to, and feel completely at ease. They used to be. Firstly, I lost someone dear. Followed by a lot of family arguments. I thought it was fine since it was usually US against THEM. But now, it's US against US. Mm-hmm. Divide and conquer may have been their method, except this was instigated by our own. It's funny, really. When I was younger, my brother and I used to fight. A LOT. But after an hour or so, we would somehow just forgive each other. Then growing up, sometimes our fights last for a day. Then a week. And last year, we both didn't talk to each other for almost two months. But despite all that, we still end up forgiving each other and easily regained our easy camaraderie. Remember how you used to fight with your friend when you were in kindergarten, and then you just went "Hey, wanna play dolls?" and everything is forgiven? I wonder when it started that things got so complicated. Maybe it's a different case with adults. I wonder if they remember how they used to be, a family. How they used to look out for each other, protecting each &amp;nbsp;other. Hey, you guys are family right? After losing someone so dear, instead of looking out for each other even more, why are you guys arguing? Is it exciting? Stimulating? Fun? Who is the enemy here? The fact that chinese new year is approaching is already making me feel moody, you guys should know why. With all these family drama, am I supposed to feel festive? Well, thank you, it's totally working. I feel so festive I want to rip my heart out from my chest. I don't even feel tears coming at all, I just feel like there's something squeezing my chest. You know why I always joke about wanting to be rich? I know, everyone wants to be rich but I have an ulterior motive. In the end, family arguments usually stem from financial issues. Maybe, just maybe, if I could solve them, maybe things will be as they used to. Every year, my birthday wish is the same. I just wish all those I love will always be happy, healthy and safe. I feel like taking that wish back so I can have another one. I just want my happy, big family back, where nobody fights, and everyone is alive and happy. Just that. I am being dramatic, probably. People sometimes wonder how I can always take it easy whenever I have problems. I always tell myself, "Hey, it could be worse. At least you're not as poor and starving as those African children, or selling your body to earn money like a prostitute, or an orphan, or handicapped, or being in an abusive environment. There are so many people much worse off than you are. Get over it, you awesome genius." So I climb back up every time. I've been saying the same thing to myself since two days ago. Then why doesn't the chest-squeezing stop? What the fuck is wrong with you, Rachel? You ungrateful bitch. I feel like I'm gradually losing them, somehow. Perhaps "family" is overrated. In the end, you're alone. And if you care, you're weak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And every time I have problems, I told you once about how I usually deal with major problems right? I run. Which explains why I'm going to play PS 2 with my college mates tomorrow in Xiao Bai's house instead of catching up on my much-needed sleep. I really need to get away from this "paradise", even if it's just for a while. I wish CNY won't come. I don't need all that to add into my already moody mood. And one day, if I somehow got involved in a freak accident or whatever, can someone show this to my family members? I want them to know exactly how I feel beneath that neutral, expressionless mask I show them each fucking them they argue. Yes, wallow in guilt so that you'll always remember not to fight. If I have to die to let you know that, hey, it seems like a sweet deal. And that's also why I hate it when my friends fight. It's the same scenario. It makes me sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kTDhfy_hujw/TxgwHGELgGI/AAAAAAAAB2k/SKJYeapZOYw/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kTDhfy_hujw/TxgwHGELgGI/AAAAAAAAB2k/SKJYeapZOYw/s320/031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Try to remember how adorable I look when I smile, because if this goes on, it could be a long time before you see that same smile again. With every passing moment, it seems like the urge to smile is gradually disappearing at home. It's only a matter of time before I cease smiling at home completely. We'll see how it goes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, yeah, I love you too. Go on, fight. It makes me happy. So happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-6507962820660888167?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/6507962820660888167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/6507962820660888167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2012/01/neutral.html' title='Neutral'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kTDhfy_hujw/TxgwHGELgGI/AAAAAAAAB2k/SKJYeapZOYw/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-7953072692135337922</id><published>2012-01-10T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:53:43.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Say Goodnight</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHA Kia Hooi aka the bald Porthos is such an "adorable" clown lah. HAHAHAHAHA. I demanded for a birthday wish from her, to be sent to me at 12 a.m. sharp. She refused, saying she wants to sleep early and she'll wish me tomorrow. But obviously, me and my demanding nature insisted on one and even made her set her alarm clock. HAHAHAHAHAHA. AND THAT FUNNY GIRL accidentally sent me the birthday wish, which was supposed to be a draft at 10 p.m. which she then followed up with another message telling me not to read the birthday wish and that she'll send it again during midnight. HAHAHAHAH. Crazy human. All that sun rays penetrating through her bald head must have damaged her brains. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, few more hours to go for the BIGGGG day! I was so hyper today, god knows why. I totally blame the McChicken I had for lunch. Chicken meat is like a drug, I tell you. I always get high after consuming chicken. And Deena, Amelia, Poon and Jason got to experience being with a very high awesome genius Rajah first hand. HAHAHAHHAHAHA. Wei Wei &lt;i&gt;sendiri pun sudah&lt;/i&gt; hyper so it didn't affect her. She started screaming, laughing and hugging me when she first saw me. CRAZY. HAHAHAHA. AND SHE SAID SHE DIDN'T KNOW WHY SHE LOOKED FORWARD TO SEEING ME SO MUCH. AWWWWW. See, my influence is like oxygen. You can't live without my influence. HAHAHA. Then today my classes ended at 2.30 p.m., so I had to wait for Pauline till 4. Wei Wei and Deena ditched me. =( HAHAHA No&lt;i&gt; lah&lt;/i&gt;. Wei Wei went home and Deena went scavenging for sweet stuff. Soooo I went to the library and I accompanied Jason 'cause I know he needs my influence or he won't be able to live. And Poon and James were sitting at the row behind us. And I just started talking and talking and talking for one whole hour. HAHAHAHAHAHA. You know how talkative I can get when I get into that mood. HAHAHAHAH. Jason had to suffer for one hour. I consider that one hour to be most enlightening, with my deep, philosophical discussion about games, annoying Facebook-ers, the torturous Mandarin language, growing up. Jason was pretending to study the whole time. &lt;i&gt;Tsk&lt;/i&gt;. Then James came and we started a bit on the meaning of life. HAHAHAHAHAHA. And I think Poon was trying to sleep so he kept going "Shut up &lt;i&gt;lahhhh&lt;/i&gt;!" HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And andddd, during semester one, I was a FRESHMAN. In semester two, I was a SENIOR. And as quoted by my Biology teacher, I am now a SUPER SENIOR! YAYYYYYY! HAHAHAHA. I tell you, any word with the word "SUPER" is awe-inspiring. I'M A SUPER SENIOR! WITH A SUPER AWESOME PERSONALITY! AND SUPER INTELLIGENT BRAINS! For example, when one says, "Peter has large hands" and you'll be "Meh." But if one says, "Peter has SUPER large hands", then you'll go "OMG!" See, the super amazing power of the word "Super". So from now on, I'm going to refer to myself as a SUPER SENIOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I may have been Albert Einstein in my past life, you know. We are so similar after all. We're both awesome, we're both highly intelligent and we both have hair. See? HAHAHAHAHA. SERIOUSLY. TOO HIGH, RACHEL SAW, YOU'RE TOO HIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd if I'm going to be a plastic surgeon in the future, I shall allow Jovan, Jessie, Tiger, Wee Minn and Amelia to have FREE BOTOX INJECTIONS! HAPPY? FREE, YOU KNOW! HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gotta chill, monkeys. All hail the Rajah! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anddd I wore contacts to college today. Remember I once said verbally that I will only wear contacts if there is any event (usually)? Yeahhhh, today is the "WELCOME BACK TO COLLEGE" event. HAHAHAHA. All my classmates were like "Rachel! You can see?!" Dudeee, I just climbed up 3 flights of stairs. OF COURSE I CAN SEE. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nX33BjBi6ew/TwxOP44E8HI/AAAAAAAABxk/YUJx-ysefhM/s1600/2011-12-09+10.54.47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nX33BjBi6ew/TwxOP44E8HI/AAAAAAAABxk/YUJx-ysefhM/s320/2011-12-09+10.54.47.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wei Wei, Her Highness, &lt;i&gt;Raji&lt;/i&gt; 8 or 9. I don't even remember how many&lt;i&gt; Raji&lt;/i&gt;s I have now. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kTRzpVXZ06E/TwxOxuM27AI/AAAAAAAABxs/0VYvwbRunrc/s1600/2011-12-09+10.49.03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kTRzpVXZ06E/TwxOxuM27AI/AAAAAAAABxs/0VYvwbRunrc/s320/2011-12-09+10.49.03.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Taken by Jason's phone in Neway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUD5Qxt7Asc/TwxPnacRUzI/AAAAAAAABx0/w9IDkatrtDY/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nUD5Qxt7Asc/TwxPnacRUzI/AAAAAAAABx0/w9IDkatrtDY/s400/040.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YEOW LI PENG! YOU BETTER WISH ME THIS YEAR! THIS IS EVIDENCE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yes, what I want for my birthday this year is a LONG, HEARTFELT, TOUCHING BLOGPOST describing my awesomeness. Yes, seriously. If you don't have a blog, then, give me a card filled with a LONG, HEARTFELT, TOUCHING MESSAGE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-7953072692135337922?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7953072692135337922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2012/01/say-goodnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/7953072692135337922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/7953072692135337922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2012/01/say-goodnight.html' title='Say Goodnight'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nX33BjBi6ew/TwxOP44E8HI/AAAAAAAABxk/YUJx-ysefhM/s72-c/2011-12-09+10.54.47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-8469422907466125119</id><published>2012-01-09T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:31:22.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>Good Dayyyy</title><content type='html'>*Sighs* It is at a moment like this that I feel like I am not a good friend after all. My Dad taught me this lesson about friendship once when I had a friend who disappointed me. He said just because I am a good friend to others, I should never expect others to treat me the same way. But you know what, I think it all comes down to me not being a good friend, which is why I only seem to be disappointed again and again. Woof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, forget about that. &lt;i&gt;Ermm&lt;/i&gt; so my one-month holiday is ending. Going back to college tomorrow. As much as I miss having fun in college, I really really don't miss the studying, the tests, the exams and the pressure. Not to mention my AS Finals results are coming out on January 25th. Which is two days after CNY starts. Awesome, ain't it. HAHA. Yeah, it's my fault for studying last minute yet again, so I have to deal with the aftermath. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo the day after tomorrow is the day Her Royal Majesty, the Rajah, king of India (for now) turns 19 years old. Wonderful. One more year and I will have to start blowing candles on a cake that has the number two on it. *Sighs* Why do I have to grow up so fast anyway? I never asked to grow up, you know. I had fun as a child back then. Now, with greater age comes greater responsibilities. Back then, the only responsibility I had was to shoot down imaginary monsters with my toy gun because my brother and I were the FBI. Yeah, seriously. My Dad would innocently watch DVD in the living room with no shirt on, and then my brother and I started running around and screaming in front of him and shooting at nothing in particular. HAHAHAHAH. Good times. And back then, my brother and I would put on the Westlife karaoke DVD and we would follow the movements of the Westlife members while they were singing. Nope, not just dancing. We followed every movement, even when they were scratching their noses. HAHAHAHA. And my Mum would yell at us for soaking our bedclothes in sweat before bed. And how every time we saw a cockroach at home, both my brother and I would start to jump up and down chairs and tables and yell for my parents. *Sighs* Really good times, all that innocent fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes. I shouldn't be so negative. After all, I have a bright future of unknown possibilities ahead of me. Now is just the beginning. I know, I know. I totally blame all this moodiness on the old Click Five's songs that I am listening to now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA I'm trying to get Yen Yen to bring me to the zoo on my birthday. Or Sze Ying can bring me since she's so eager to meet Her Royal Majesty. HAHAHAHA. It isn't working btw. Oh, the sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, well, it's time for college once again. To a great year ahead, everybody! All hail the Rajah, king of INDIAAAAAA! (I'm using the "This is SPARTAAAAAA!" tone of voice.) Okay? Yeah? Great. BYEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jx6pSBQQ8Qw/TwsFZMKVf4I/AAAAAAAABxc/lUWWi9tVe-Q/s1600/DSC00208.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jx6pSBQQ8Qw/TwsFZMKVf4I/AAAAAAAABxc/lUWWi9tVe-Q/s1600/DSC00208.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*Sighs* I feel saddddd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm freaking out about what's ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Maybe I`ll just stay in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;'Cause it`s no fun to be the one going out of my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So I tell it to myself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You`re looking for something you can`t find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;If you give it up, you`ll lose your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;There`s always something in your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;What can you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You`re gonna have good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-8469422907466125119?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8469422907466125119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-dayyyy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/8469422907466125119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/8469422907466125119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-dayyyy.html' title='Good Dayyyy'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jx6pSBQQ8Qw/TwsFZMKVf4I/AAAAAAAABxc/lUWWi9tVe-Q/s72-c/DSC00208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-6519070557702304373</id><published>2011-12-31T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T23:45:09.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Resident EVILLLLLLL</title><content type='html'>I KNOW, I KNOW. It's been a longgggg time since I last blogged. And honestly, I really really REALLY don't feel like blogging. If not for the fact that it is going to be a new year in another 2 hours ++, I wouldn't even ATTEMPT to blog. *Sighs* Still, I must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so it's the last day of 2011. Tomorrow will be a brand new year, year 2012. where I shall continue to perform miracles and shine for the people, to light up their otherwise-dark pathway. HAHAHAHHAHAHA. YES, LET'S START THE POST BY PRESENTING FACTS ABOUT &amp;nbsp;MY AWESOMENESS. HAHAHAHAHAHA. So this year, I won't be making up resolutions. Why, you ask? Because you see, 99% of the humans all around the world who come up with resolutions usually fail to accomplish them. We end up being depressed and disappointed at yourselves for not being disciplined enough. You dig? NAHHHH, just kidding. I don't even remember my past resolutions, which indicates just how much I actually care. So nope, no resolutions for me right now. I'll make them up as I cruise along my awesome future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, in the past, there's something that is vaguely exciting about a new year. All the hype surrounding an approaching new year. People start thanking people, people start reminiscing about stuff, people start complaining about bad moments, people going all teary thinking of the good times. I know I used to care. Somehow this time, I just don't feel it, you know? I don't seem to feel anything. Nooooo, not feeling moody or anything. Just normal. I feel normal. Like it's just another day, another month, another year. What's going to change? Well, besides the fact that the AWESOME RAJAH is going to turn 19 in less than 2 weeks. HAHA. I swear, for half a year, I thought I was already 19 until Deena told me I am only 18. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this year has been a very different year for me. This year is the first year I am not in secondary school. Instead, I enrolled in a college, where I met and became friends with awesome-but-not-as-awesome-as-the-Rajah people. My school friends scatter all over the country, my own best friends going their own way. The time we got to spend together is limited to 10% of the time we used to spend together. Just meeting up is difficult sometimes. But I am grateful for the fact that although we meet up a lot less than we used to, some things just never change. We're still tight, as always, and for that, I am grateful. My college mates are awesome, in their own way. While there are A LOT of times that made me think most of my college mates are from outer space, they are also the reason why college is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my family, I mean my super extended family HAHA, I suppose the family drama has never really ceased. There's that, and then there's this. And then there's should-not-talk-about-it. Sorry, I must be frustrating you. Moving on. HEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I really don't have anything to sayyyyyyy. As you can see, I'm pretty much rambling. I guess the main point of this blog is just to tell you that this is the end of a year. It has its awesome moments, and it has its awful moments. And it has a LOT of awkward moments. As awkward as when you accidentally kicked the person sitting next to you in the cinema and when you apologized, you were not sure whether he or she heard you since Tom Cruise was setting off explosives. HAHA YEAH. That happened yesterday while I was watching Mission Impossible 4: Ghost Protocol in the cinema. HAHAHAHAHA. Tom Cruise is seriously getting olddddd. His body is just not as it used to be. It's like all soft now. *Sighs* HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall end your suffering now. Let us look forward to a better year, filled with awesomeness and cold hard cash! HAPPYYYYYYYYYYYYY NEWWWWWWWW YEARRRRRRRRR 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Another reason why this year is different? I now have only one dog, Jacky. Dad gave away Lengzai and Feipo. *Sighs*&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XhstsFIXCwg/Tv8cBCp1gbI/AAAAAAAABvc/hf7J1dNNa34/s1600/DSC02519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XhstsFIXCwg/Tv8cBCp1gbI/AAAAAAAABvc/hf7J1dNNa34/s320/DSC02519.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Feipo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KhvJVLz9f94/Tv8craG71BI/AAAAAAAABvk/pX7eCcfS-JY/s1600/DSC02517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KhvJVLz9f94/Tv8craG71BI/AAAAAAAABvk/pX7eCcfS-JY/s320/DSC02517.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lengzai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3MQ4tx5b_c/Tv8dBc3A4gI/AAAAAAAABvs/xBlina7La7k/s1600/2011-12-24_14-23-50_797.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3MQ4tx5b_c/Tv8dBc3A4gI/AAAAAAAABvs/xBlina7La7k/s320/2011-12-24_14-23-50_797.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TNN-NGGD7Ik/Tv8dYOUnBqI/AAAAAAAABv0/ThPAddGHKtU/s1600/2011-12-24_14-23-31_532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TNN-NGGD7Ik/Tv8dYOUnBqI/AAAAAAAABv0/ThPAddGHKtU/s320/2011-12-24_14-23-31_532.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Visited Mother Hen's house FOR THE VERY FIRST TIME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3IlOtMwDL0/Tv8d-09JwgI/AAAAAAAABv8/aKytqhyVnLU/s1600/2011-12-24_14-19-20_972.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3IlOtMwDL0/Tv8d-09JwgI/AAAAAAAABv8/aKytqhyVnLU/s320/2011-12-24_14-19-20_972.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FG9KgXlOcaA/Tv8fwPixclI/AAAAAAAABws/WD7oVgtZG4g/s1600/2011-12-21_18-07-50_740.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FG9KgXlOcaA/Tv8fwPixclI/AAAAAAAABws/WD7oVgtZG4g/s320/2011-12-21_18-07-50_740.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Finally watched the Three Musketeers movie with the Three Musketeers. From left: Athos, Porthos and Aramis. =D Awesome right? Without any&amp;nbsp;editing&amp;nbsp;or filters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQkSGmCn770/Tv8eObrNbnI/AAAAAAAABwE/ki4rNpItZPI/s1600/2011-12-21_18-15-21_691.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQkSGmCn770/Tv8eObrNbnI/AAAAAAAABwE/ki4rNpItZPI/s320/2011-12-21_18-15-21_691.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6eofMWGl4M/Tv8ejS5IAfI/AAAAAAAABwM/DXHG1KzwciM/s1600/2011-12-21_18-11-52_253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B6eofMWGl4M/Tv8ejS5IAfI/AAAAAAAABwM/DXHG1KzwciM/s320/2011-12-21_18-11-52_253.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oazCnzZgyPI/Tv8e0T_nbvI/AAAAAAAABwU/BXMAgIkDSfk/s1600/2011-12-21_18-11-22_998.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oazCnzZgyPI/Tv8e0T_nbvI/AAAAAAAABwU/BXMAgIkDSfk/s320/2011-12-21_18-11-22_998.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m0ePONQkXSc/Tv8fHxVHf5I/AAAAAAAABwc/-gpB0VzYDzY/s1600/2011-12-21_18-10-36_572.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m0ePONQkXSc/Tv8fHxVHf5I/AAAAAAAABwc/-gpB0VzYDzY/s320/2011-12-21_18-10-36_572.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qtWMjNlRebI/Tv8fY4SDOxI/AAAAAAAABwk/dhidipElpUw/s1600/2011-12-21_18-08-56_128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qtWMjNlRebI/Tv8fY4SDOxI/AAAAAAAABwk/dhidipElpUw/s320/2011-12-21_18-08-56_128.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yQ94V9Teu0/Tv8gKnfMPNI/AAAAAAAABw0/9pCXr1xKHZA/s1600/2011-12-18_23-28-04_676.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yQ94V9Teu0/Tv8gKnfMPNI/AAAAAAAABw0/9pCXr1xKHZA/s320/2011-12-18_23-28-04_676.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aH-0ZEc3gzo/Tv8gdA1afnI/AAAAAAAABw8/5AglDBhbLCE/s1600/2011-12-18_23-27-22_874.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aH-0ZEc3gzo/Tv8gdA1afnI/AAAAAAAABw8/5AglDBhbLCE/s320/2011-12-18_23-27-22_874.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was wearing this for the last two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uei_xofhTaM/Tv8icFIwTQI/AAAAAAAABxI/yHsNkaJ1AFM/s1600/2011-12-29_22-28-49_962.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uei_xofhTaM/Tv8icFIwTQI/AAAAAAAABxI/yHsNkaJ1AFM/s320/2011-12-29_22-28-49_962.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmFdjN3fcVY/Tv8iyMidbII/AAAAAAAABxQ/txh4EJ37XXY/s1600/2011-12-29_22-28-12_931.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmFdjN3fcVY/Tv8iyMidbII/AAAAAAAABxQ/txh4EJ37XXY/s320/2011-12-29_22-28-12_931.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Andddd the Incan dreamcatcher my Dad bought. HAHA. Made in Ecuador. The white things are made from real animal bones, you knowwww. Dad wanted to buy a bigger one to put in my room. I have no idea how he knows I have been having nightmares these days, seriously. But told him I didn't need one so he bought a smaller one for his car. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking of nightmares, they started when I started reading the Resident Evil series two weeks ago. I read it every night before I went to bed. So I guess that explains the zombie apocalypse nightmares I had almost EVERY SINGLE NIGHT. Baboon. That was fine 'cause I'm used to weird dreams like that. After I was finished with the series, the nightmares got worse. I started dreaming of people, real people that I know, dying. I would wake up with my eyes wide open in the middle of the night and my heart pounding so hard. Ughhhh. I honestly don't know what is wrong with me or why I'm dreaming of such nonsense. As if I'm not paranoid enough. Damn. Last night, I dreamt of another zombie apocalypse. HAHAHAHA. With robots. HAHAHAHAHA. There was a really smelly odour coming from the river, the odour was so thick that it resembled a mist. A lot of people started running towards the river, thinking perhaps there would be somewhere beyond the river that wouldn't stink. But I ran away from the river instead. I kept running, fighting the people running in the opposite direction. I ran until I saw this white and gold mansion. I climbed up the house gate, and there were two little kids there staring at me. And they suddenly hugged me and seeing how the kids liked me, the owner of the house, an Indian man in a wheelchair invited me into his house. And we shut the doors and windows so the odour wouldn't get in. Then suddenly all the people who were running towards the river earlier started running away from the river. But I think they inhaled the odour too much, their skin were all really unnaturally red and well, they turned into zombies. They started coming towards the mansion I was in, but they couldn't get in. Then there were these weird tiny robots that tried to get in. I was using all my strength to keep them out, and then one of the kids opened a door because I think she saw someone she knew, and I rushed to keep the door close. The man in the wheelchair then told me to run and bring the kids with me because he knew he wouldn't be able to escape in his wheelchair. And then I woke up. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to go. 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HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall try to blog as much as I can remember in a chronological order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saturday after my final exams ended on the 25th of November, Kia Hooi (IT'S KIA HOOI, JASON! GET HER NAME RIGHT! =D) and Vi Vian came over to my house. We planned this meeting for MONTHS, even before my exams started. We were supposed to watch the Three Musketeers (I'm sure you know why) movie in my room but unfortunately, I couldn't get the damn movie. So instead we watched Conan the Barbarian. HAHAHAHA. We had cream puffs, junk food and 100 plus in tall glasses. HAHA. Plugged the external speakers into Sam and we watched the movie while squashing ourselves in the couch in the middle of the room with the volume turned up DAMN loud. HAHAHA. It was awesome. Vi Vian was Captain Obvious because she kept saying all the most obvious things like "Ohhhhh now I know why it's called the Skull Cave! It's shaped like a skull!" And Kia Hooi was Lady Bimbo because she kept mimicking how a bimbo talks like "Oh yeah! Like totally!" HAHAHAHAHA. And I was the Epic Scriptwriter because I kept coming up with my own dialogues and plot like during the scene when he was trying to save the woman and some bad guy kept shooting arrows at him and I just went with a macho voice, "Hey! Can't you see I'm trying to pick up chicks here!" HAHAHAHA. I think the three of us would be able to produce a really epic parody of the movie. HAHAHA. Then the sex scenes. Fufffff.... We were like "AAHHH! WHAT! THE BUTT! WHY DO THEY HAVE TO SHOW THE BUTT!!" HAHAHAHAHAHA And I was hitting Kia Hooi the whole time 'cause she was sitting beside me. And while Vi Vian kept screaming, she didn't even avert her eyes. As for Kia Hooi, she went as far as to go closer to the screen, eyes totally focused. HAHAHAHA. That was totally awesome. Supposed to watch the Three Musketeers movie last Saturday but Kia Hooi had an emergency so it was cancelled. And Miss Lulu, how can you even suggest that I would be mad at you over something as serious as that! I always got your back, doofus. Always. And thank you so much, Miss Tan Wen Lee for helping to download the movie and subtitles. She's so awesome. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, my parents brought my brother, my grandparents and me to the restaurant cum pub where they used to date. I think it was called the Pub D'Tavern, somewhere in Port Klang. I was telling my brother how they wouldn't let him in and he was going to stay outside because he's underage. HAHA. The food was pretty awesome. Then we went to AEON High Hill to have the Turtle Jelly because we had so much high cholesterol food, and to walk around. And my parents were holding hands and my Mum was giggling like a schoolgirl when my brother and I went "Oooohhh!" HAHAHAHA My parents are so adorable&lt;i&gt; lah&lt;/i&gt;. HAHAHAHA. And while at Universal Traveller, guess who I saw? YES, DEENA THE PULI! HAHAHAHA. I was talking to my dad and looking at the jackets, then someone called my name and before my mind could register what I should do, my first reaction was to punch her. HAHAHAHAHA. I'M SERIOUS. I RAISED MY FIST TO PUNCH HER, HARD. HAHAHAHA. It was like some reflex action. HAHAHA. Then I suddenly realized her family was there and I managed to stop myself from punching her, but not enough to put my fist down. Yes, my fist was dangling in air the entire time. HAHAHAHAH. And guess what, SHE WAS ABOUT TO PUNCH ME AS WELL. HAHAHAH. We're such violent people&lt;i&gt; lah&lt;/i&gt;. Her dad was like "Go! Punch her in the stomach!" and I started laughing really hard and told him "I WAS ABOUT TO!" HAHAHAHA. I bet our families really thought we were crazy. HAHA What a way to greet someone. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last Monday, Li Lian, Wei Wei, Vino, Siew Ern and I went to Sunway Pyramid. The reason was because Li Lian had Sakae Sushi discount vouchers. HAHA. We went after college, from 3 to 8 p.m. Firstly, Wei Wei, Li Lian and I went to get Poon's present. Wei Wei was the one searching so hard while Li Lian and I kept laughing and just agreeing with her. HAHAHA. Ern Ern, Vino and I went to Elianto and the Face Shop to get nail polish and stuff. It was so funny. We tried the nail polish on Vino. HAHAHA. I was supposed to put it on for her but I kept laughing so hard that instead of putting it on her nails, I did it on her fingers. HAHAHAH. And we kept laughing so loudly, I think the salesperson thought we were crazy. Then we went to Sakae Sushi for dinner and Vino had such &lt;i&gt;BAAAAAADDDDDD&lt;/i&gt; table manners, she kept texting Gujerat Singh and R&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Singh. HAHAHAHAHA. After that, Li Lian and Wei Wei went to buy Honeybun (Li Lian's cousin)'s slippers and Ern Ern, Vino and I went to search for ICE CREAM! I bought green tea matcha ice cream. Hee. Bought pretzels for family. Then Li Lian fetched us home. That day itself, I spent 93 bucks. Don't ask. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, was supposed to have classes until 12 p.m, but my awesome classmates managed to convince the teacher to cancel the last two periods. Okay fine, we made up our minds not to go even before we contacted the teacher. HAHA. Every single human being left the classroom before even telling our teacher. We all just sneaked out of college, praying the teacher wouldn't see us. Then outside of college, we got Brandon Loo to call the teacher and somehow managed to convince him to cancel the class. And since there was no Biology class on Friday, we ended our last day of college for this year at 9 a.m. AWESOME RIGHT. Then we had lunch in McDonald's and walked to Neway from college (Wei Wei, Tiger, Jessie, Jason, Wee Minn and me). Neway opens at 11 a.m. and we were there by 10 a.m. So we just sat in one of the karaoke rooms and talked. Well, mostly complaining because it was like a freaking sauna in there, since the workers refused to turn on the air cond. Camwhored a bit while waiting for the karaoke to open. When it finally did, HAHAHAHAHAHA. It was insane. Tan Wee Minn was screeching into the microphone like a lunatic and when he started to rap, HAHAHAHAHAHAH. You can call him Pitbull Swift. And with Jason and Wee Minn singing (screaming) together, the girls had no chance of letting our voices be heard unless we SCREAMED into the microphones. YES, WE WERE SCREAMING THE ENTIRE TIME. You know, with my other friends, I can sing for at least 3 hours because we normally sing 80% and scream 20%. With my college mates, 90% was screaming, and only 10% was singing. HAHAHAHAH. After only half an hour, Jason and I both lost our voices. We kept on screaming and singing but our voices kept cracking. But Tan Wee Minn was unbelievable. I tell you, if our government uses his voice to generate electricity, we will never have black outs again. HAHAHAHAHA. And WEE MINN SHUFFLED. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Jessie and I were like "Omg, unless we scream, we can't even hear our voices!" Wei Wei didn't really sing much, &lt;i&gt;ishhhhh&lt;/i&gt;. Except when her Bruno Mars and Anthony Neely's songs played. HAHAHA her favourite song is Bruno Mars' "Marry You". I was screaming the entire time. And did I mention that Tiger is an amazing singer. No, seriously. She could sing through all the high-pitched parts, like Della Ding Dang's part and her voice wouldn't crack at all. SERIOUSLY. I was like singing halfway and going "WOW. She can sing!" HAHAHAHA. And the guys were so weird. They refused to sing songs sung by male artists except Jay Chou and kept on singing songs by Christina Aguilera, Taylor Swift, Ding Dang. And Jessie and I were like "SO WEIRD. HAHAHAHA". The nicer photos are in Jason's phone and he hasn't sent them to me yet so you're gonna have to make do with the photos I took with my phone. My phone's camera sucks. =/ And you know what's the awesomest thing about my college mates? They are perfectly fine with making complete fools out of themselves, and that is probably why I was completely at ease with the crazy screaming and out-of-tune singing. Yes, you guys are awesome. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Vino, Yen, Sal, Deena and me went to AEON High Hill to give Ern Ern a surprise celebration. HAHAHA. She was very surprised. She had so many clues, I even called Vino in front of her and she didn't think anything was weird. HAHAHA. Cut cake, ate at Kenny Roger's and watched Puss in Boots. The movie was okay, nothing special. While watching the movie, Sal and I sat together and there was a really short kid behind us and he kept kicking Sal's chair and that annoyed me because I felt the vibration. I got really irritated and just said "What the fuck" out loud and Sal started laughing and going "SSHHHHH!" which I followed by a glare and a loud "So annoying." Then the kicking stopped for a little while, then Sal suddenly scooted in front and when I asked why, she said the kid kicked her head. That was the last straw. Both of us turned behind, and I was like waving my hand and saying "Excuse me" to get the mum's attention. I raised my hand until it was HIGHER than her eye level, but she didn't even blink. Her eyes were completely focused on the show. HAHA. Then we finally got her attention and told her to get her kid to stop kicking the chair. Anyway, these people (Ern, Vino, Deena. Yen)! All Malaysians, I tell you. We were supposed to meet up at 1 p.m. but except for Sal and I, they came at almost 2 p.m.&lt;i&gt; ISHHHH&lt;/i&gt;. HAHAHA. Had a lot of fun though. Meeting up with all of them was awesome. I was in such a good mood when I came back. Now I know why my parents don't really stop me from going out. Because I always come back in a good mood, and when I'm feeling good, I'm generous, kind, sweet. I always am, actually, but when I'm in a good mood, my generosity and kindness are tripled. HAHA. AND AND AND! After 11 years of friendship with Miss Lee Yen Yen, I stepped into her house for the very first time! SERIOUS! FIRST TIME AFTER KNOWING HER FOR 11 YEARS. Abnormal but that cave woman has never invited me to her home. Hmph. HAHA. Next stop, MISS LEE KERN YEUNG'S AND CHIEW WEI WEI'S HOME. I've gone to Ah Peng's house to play Barbies, Sal's house for her birthday, Kim's and Lulu's house for CNY, Vi Vian's BOTH houses for FUN and dinner. HAHAHA. And surprisingly, all of them could recognise me without my contacts and none thought I looked weird. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, during my exams, I saw my cousin putting on nail polish for my grandma. And truth is, I have always been fascinated by nail polish but it has never&amp;nbsp;occurred&amp;nbsp;to me to try it. Then that day, don't know whether it was exam stress or what, I just said "Hey, why don't we all paint our nails the same pattern for CNY?" I was just saying it, and EVERYONE, even my mum and aunts were supportive. So my cousins and I went for a test drive on the Sunday after my exams ended. The process was very frustrating and I told myself that I didn't want to do it anymore, but the end product was SO SATISFYING. HAHAHAH. I could just stare at it all night! So yeah, that was when my interest in nail art started. It's probably just one of my whims, the whole world know I'm a very whimsical person. The next thing you know, I'll be donning fake tattoos. &lt;i&gt;Nahhh&lt;/i&gt;, I'm over that stage. HAHAHAHA. So yes. I'm like the God of Nails now. My aunts are all admiring my nails, my friends are all setting up meetings so we can do it together. And my Mum is giving me free publicity and telling everyone to let me do their nails for CNY and formal dinners. And yeah, I am supposed to charge. HAHAHA. I'm awesome, I know. =P Photos ahead, because I know my Raji 3 wants to see it. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing. I am currently part of the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;S-Superheroes League&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I have even invented slogans for all the superheroes in the S-League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Loo : SANDWICH MAN. "Is it a bird? Is it a plane? NO, it's SANDWICH MAN! Chomping down sandwiches since 2009!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Saw: SLEEPLESS RAZOR. "In brightest day, in blackest night, she...sleeps. Producing realities from dreams since 1993."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Wei: THE SCREAMER. "Her whisper, will be your explosive downfall. Producing super sonic booms since 1993."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW RIGHT. I'M AWESOME. HAHAHAHAHAHA. "NO FEAR, THE S-LEAGUE IS HERE!" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, some photos ahead. I'll post the other photos when I got them from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The SAM students' farewell lunch on the 14th of October.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kzw3tIVi5_M/TuTKEdTrGpI/AAAAAAAABpI/xhpb0EnwmqI/s1600/2011-10-14_13-46-26_189_wonder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kzw3tIVi5_M/TuTKEdTrGpI/AAAAAAAABpI/xhpb0EnwmqI/s320/2011-10-14_13-46-26_189_wonder.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VPalK9pYx7M/TuTKI2VBM0I/AAAAAAAABpQ/eIyh8jQriQI/s1600/2011-10-14_13-46-41_715_wonder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VPalK9pYx7M/TuTKI2VBM0I/AAAAAAAABpQ/eIyh8jQriQI/s320/2011-10-14_13-46-41_715_wonder.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HLFfDOchqrA/TuXJP_K5-fI/AAAAAAAABtA/Q39qoTkPQK4/s320/2011-12-09_10-44-31_742.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6SDw65OBys/TuXJocNigNI/AAAAAAAABtI/DDZ4wfJSt3Y/s1600/2011-12-09_10-44-22_652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6SDw65OBys/TuXJocNigNI/AAAAAAAABtI/DDZ4wfJSt3Y/s320/2011-12-09_10-44-22_652.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zR6PgP4P-ig/TuXJ-8WXQVI/AAAAAAAABtQ/BTvS0EmPekA/s1600/2011-12-09_10-44-08_810.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zR6PgP4P-ig/TuXJ-8WXQVI/AAAAAAAABtQ/BTvS0EmPekA/s320/2011-12-09_10-44-08_810.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ern Ern's surprise celebration.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gvEGaqES0Ww/TuXOugLgmMI/AAAAAAAABt4/MCvexrKpJ-I/s1600/2011-12-11_14-02-46_755.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gvEGaqES0Ww/TuXOugLgmMI/AAAAAAAABt4/MCvexrKpJ-I/s320/2011-12-11_14-02-46_755.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uIQpPpa5c0k/TuXNYG-WoAI/AAAAAAAABtw/rNlMR7LMmwc/s1600/2011-12-11_14-02-34_641.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uIQpPpa5c0k/TuXNYG-WoAI/AAAAAAAABtw/rNlMR7LMmwc/s320/2011-12-11_14-02-34_641.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S_Zl4yj2H_M/TuXL8gRbSzI/AAAAAAAABtY/RT6QcoiA8Gc/s1600/2011-12-11_18-25-38_618.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S_Zl4yj2H_M/TuXL8gRbSzI/AAAAAAAABtY/RT6QcoiA8Gc/s320/2011-12-11_18-25-38_618.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWkeuc_d2Pc/TuXMZhJoipI/AAAAAAAABtg/OrcNZb0J09w/s1600/2011-12-11_18-24-50_839.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EWkeuc_d2Pc/TuXMZhJoipI/AAAAAAAABtg/OrcNZb0J09w/s320/2011-12-11_18-24-50_839.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nails!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sCc8XsT6Eks/TuXSclt5t9I/AAAAAAAABuo/MCVnReuzFRA/s1600/2011-11-26_00-28-03_229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sCc8XsT6Eks/TuXSclt5t9I/AAAAAAAABuo/MCVnReuzFRA/s320/2011-11-26_00-28-03_229.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the first attempt, which I wiped off after a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQvzjSACAvM/TuXS3ZCqrdI/AAAAAAAABuw/A1plhoHlPu8/s1600/2011-11-26_00-27-49_593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wQvzjSACAvM/TuXS3ZCqrdI/AAAAAAAABuw/A1plhoHlPu8/s320/2011-11-26_00-27-49_593.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hEHrsU8LD3M/TuXR0ZmoU7I/AAAAAAAABuY/O016s7uW9LI/s1600/2011-11-29_00-21-08_361.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hEHrsU8LD3M/TuXR0ZmoU7I/AAAAAAAABuY/O016s7uW9LI/s320/2011-11-29_00-21-08_361.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Second attempt, which was so awesome that I had them on for two weeks in college. HAHA. Received quite a lot of attention from college mates and lecturers. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0MAePjaSC48/TuXSISrp13I/AAAAAAAABug/m6jrqhqngwc/s1600/2011-11-28_22-44-26_652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0MAePjaSC48/TuXSISrp13I/AAAAAAAABug/m6jrqhqngwc/s320/2011-11-28_22-44-26_652.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xeoFQU8oSv8/TuXRNQKnSGI/AAAAAAAABuQ/ys8JhvxBZmM/s1600/2011-11-29_00-22-04_457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xeoFQU8oSv8/TuXRNQKnSGI/AAAAAAAABuQ/ys8JhvxBZmM/s320/2011-11-29_00-22-04_457.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SWAG!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idSdqF2WDN0/TuXQIBlTnTI/AAAAAAAABuA/4FNEtcFElX4/s1600/2011-12-11_02-11-17_667.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-idSdqF2WDN0/TuXQIBlTnTI/AAAAAAAABuA/4FNEtcFElX4/s320/2011-12-11_02-11-17_667.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Third attempt. Currently wearing these now. I did it on Saturday. This is the RIGHT hand, which is why the nails look so awesome. Inspired by poker cards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ISqAj_h01po/TuXQhvjlDOI/AAAAAAAABuI/J4oLXGPN-BU/s1600/2011-12-11_02-11-00_629.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ISqAj_h01po/TuXQhvjlDOI/AAAAAAAABuI/J4oLXGPN-BU/s320/2011-12-11_02-11-00_629.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is the LEFT hand, which I forced my brother to do for me, and he made them look so FREAKING UGLY. I kept wiping them off and made him do it all over again. His hand kept shaking like he has Parkinson's. &lt;i&gt;Ishhhhh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMgiBh2yJNM/TuXWiKz28YI/AAAAAAAABvQ/UhbY7RlGub4/s1600/2011-12-11_02-10-28_793.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DMgiBh2yJNM/TuXWiKz28YI/AAAAAAAABvQ/UhbY7RlGub4/s320/2011-12-11_02-10-28_793.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i3gfu3aw8y0/TuXUBNKvUTI/AAAAAAAABvA/UWJ8GtN8e-U/s1600/2011-12-11_02-07-59_64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i3gfu3aw8y0/TuXUBNKvUTI/AAAAAAAABvA/UWJ8GtN8e-U/s320/2011-12-11_02-07-59_64.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know, a lot of people think they're weird-looking but I like it. They look so carnival-ish. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Long enough post? Then, bye byeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-7052962711216151156?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7052962711216151156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/12/sleepless-razor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/7052962711216151156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/7052962711216151156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/12/sleepless-razor.html' title='Sleepless Razor'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kzw3tIVi5_M/TuTKEdTrGpI/AAAAAAAABpI/xhpb0EnwmqI/s72-c/2011-10-14_13-46-26_189_wonder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-8513821726027645185</id><published>2011-12-01T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T20:24:22.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Blahhhhhh</title><content type='html'>Dear world, I am a fucking idiot. I really really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to be taking my afternoon nap earlier as I always do. And I thought I locked the effing door. But somehow, by some effing miracle, my aunt managed to open the door to my study room, WHERE I TAKE MY NAPS. I love my family, I really do, but sometimes, SOMETIMES, they can be really thick, as guilty as I feel saying this. I mean, if you see this human being sleeping in the room where she normally sleeps and it's HER study room, you should just get out of the room right? No, she entered my room and sat on the bed. I have a bed in the room but I usually sleep on the couch instead. Then I was surprised and I asked her whether I locked the door or not. She said no, but I thought I did. I really really thought I did. Then I expected her to leave the room anytime, but instead SHE SLEPT ON THE BED. SHE REALLY DID. She normally doesn't do that. ANYONE NORMAL WOULDN'T DO THAT. Because everyone knows, THIS IS MY NAP TIME! MY ROOM! And I tried to sleep, I tried to ignore her. But aside from the fact that I can't sleep with someone else in the room, even if she's my family member, I ALSO CAN'T SLEEP UNLESS IT'S COMPLETELY QUIET. I'm a very light sleeper. A slight noise is enough to keep me awake. And my aunt snores. =/ THIS IS RIDICULOUS. I kept screaming inside my mind, "RACHEL, YOU FUCKING IDIOT. WHY DIDN'T YOU LOCK THE FUCKING DOOR! YOU FUCKING IDIOT, FUCK YOU, RACHEL, YOU IDIOT." Yes, I actually do swear and curse. I just don't do it out loud. The good thing is, I hadn't fell asleep yet so I was still sane enough not to lose my temper. Otherwise, well, you don't want to know what I do when someone disturbs me when I'm sleeping. Trust me, you don't. UGHHHH. I'm just so mad at myself. I really am an effing idiot. WHY, OH WHY DIDN'T I CHECK THE DOOR TO CONFIRM THAT I HAVE LOCKED IT. UGHHHH. So since I couldn't sleep, I didn't. UGHHHHH. And I have to study for Bio class test tomorrow so yeah, can't sleep now. UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. REALLY, I love her, I do, but this is abnormal. WHY WOULD YOU COME IN TO A ROOM WHEN YOU NORMALLY DON'T, AND SLEEP IN THE ROOM WHEN THERE IS ALREADY SOMEONE ELSE SLEEPING IN IT? That's what I meant. Thick. UGHHHHHH. When I told my Dad, even he was surprised and said "But she knows it's your naptime, why would she do that?" I DON'T KNOW. Even my own parents know never to bother me when I'm sleeping. Yes, even my parents who can be really scary at times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes were wide and I couldn't seem to focus my gaze during dinner just now. Then out of nowhere, I started giggling madly. HAHAHA. Scared my brother. Yeahhhhhhhhhh, high on sleep deprivation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I have a LOT of things to blog about, because Li Peng told me to. HAHAHA. But I'm really REALLY busy this week, so after Monday kay. Anyway, byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm really not thinking straight right now. I really don't mean to be rude or disrespectful. Everyone knows I'm a very polite person especially to those older than me. I just need to get this out, or I might burst later on. Lack of sleep means lack of control, you know. I told my brother that if he needs to speak to me, WHISPER. Or I'm going to get a headache. UGH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-8513821726027645185?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8513821726027645185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/12/blahhhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/8513821726027645185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/8513821726027645185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/12/blahhhhhh.html' title='Blahhhhhh'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-732148371805397573</id><published>2011-11-23T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T13:48:34.455+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>Bradley Poynter</title><content type='html'>You know, I haven't felt like this for a long time. This hollow, empty feeling. The feeling of wanting something, needing something, but it's so far away to the point that you don't even know what it is. It's really depressing. It makes it hard for me to think, my brains can't seem to pay attention anymore. I really need somebody to be here with me. Someone who will listen to my whims and desires. Someone who will do anything for me. Because I'm really, really, really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Sorry, couldn't resist. Anywayyyyyy, tomorrow's my LAST paper! YAYYYY! I can't wait. I tell you, since exams started, I couldn't sleep at all. Most of the time, it was because I studied until really late at night till after 3 a.m., then I tried to sleep but I couldn't. So I usually end up with only 1 or 2 hours of sleep. Yeah, seriously. Last Friday, I entered the car and the first thing Pauline asked was "What time you slept yesterday? You look like a zombie." HAHAHAHAH. And before that, I looked into the mirror and went "Hmm, looking awesome as always, Rayray." Yeah. I don't know when it was that I started referring to myself as Rayray when I talk to myself. Every morning, I'll go "One more day, Rayray. You're awesome so just bear with this. Tomorrow's Saturday." Seriously. So anyway. Then since two days ago, I stopped studying till late at night 'cause this week's papers are all multiple-choice papers. So I was more relaxed. BUT I still couldn't sleep. LAST NIGHT, I ONLY SLEPT FOR TWO HOURS. WHAT THE HELL. I went to bed at about 1 something and I was so happy that I got to go to bed early. I woke up at 3 a.m. with my eyes bright. And I just couldn't sleep at all after that. UGH. I sure hope the same thing won't happen tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, if I sound a tad bit too hyper here, blame the lack of sleep. I have the photo below as my desktop background right now. I accidentally clicked on it when I was viewing the photos and I was too lazy to change the background. Besides, I look good. HAHAHAH. Then my Dad came in yesterday and he was like, "You people have nice faces, why do you want to make your faces all weird like that?" HAHAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nk076KnKZT0/TsyITB8SiOI/AAAAAAAABpA/8g17eU3v2HU/s1600/103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nk076KnKZT0/TsyITB8SiOI/AAAAAAAABpA/8g17eU3v2HU/s320/103.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Back to bloody Physics. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andddd I've been watching "I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here" on Youtube. All because of Dougie Poynter. HAHAHA I can't wait till he actually gets to eat a kangaroo's testicles! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA I'M FEELING DIZZY NOW. HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA. BYEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-732148371805397573?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/732148371805397573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/11/bradley-poynter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/732148371805397573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/732148371805397573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/11/bradley-poynter.html' title='Bradley Poynter'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nk076KnKZT0/TsyITB8SiOI/AAAAAAAABpA/8g17eU3v2HU/s72-c/103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-1459157090311250276</id><published>2011-10-27T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T22:34:32.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deepavali'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Astronaut</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Diwali Valthukal, patampuchi&lt;/i&gt;-s! Although I am deeply hurt by the fact that nobody except&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt; Sal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;remembers that I have Indian blood and wishes me a happy deepavali, I shall not dwell on that heartbreaking fact. It's alright. I am after all, just another random Malaysian with Indian blood. Friends, tend to forget all those small details. Of course, it totally doesn't matter even if my heritage is forgotten. Nope, I'm not going to blame anyone. Although it kind of hurts. But yeah, no worries. No big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAH. GUILTY ENOUGH YET? HAHAHAHAHA. Good. Now let's proceed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to type much. Too lazy. So let the photos do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_LNsxnZfDzU/TqllC5gLKtI/AAAAAAAABlU/NLx9r0bnna8/s1600/%25E6%258B%25BC%25E5%259B%25BE2011_10_27_09_49_26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_LNsxnZfDzU/TqllC5gLKtI/AAAAAAAABlU/NLx9r0bnna8/s400/%25E6%258B%25BC%25E5%259B%25BE2011_10_27_09_49_26.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today's my parents' 20th anniversary! They've been married for TWENTY years! TWO decades! HAHAHAHA. They got married in the year 1991. I came along two years later. Mum was diagnosed with my brother 4 years after me. Joyyyyyy. =/ HAHAHAHAHAHA. You know the first photo (the largest one above)? They were POSING. HAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sI-Tc0Zk0XY/TqlkgdLOhmI/AAAAAAAABk0/pYkIx9K4ilk/s1600/%25E6%258B%25BC%25E5%259B%25BE2011_10_27_10_00_06.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sI-Tc0Zk0XY/TqlkgdLOhmI/AAAAAAAABk0/pYkIx9K4ilk/s400/%25E6%258B%25BC%25E5%259B%25BE2011_10_27_10_00_06.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And today is also my self-declared childhood-friend-turned-gangster's birthday (the red shirt giraffe guy)! &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffd966;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TAN WEE MINN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! After the &lt;i&gt;bodoh&lt;/i&gt; Chem prac paper, we went to this restaurant called the HUNGRY HOG. &lt;i&gt;Fufffff&lt;/i&gt;, we walked so damn far &lt;i&gt;wei&lt;/i&gt;. And the way there was so confusing, thanks to Poon. He brought us there, and in the end, NONE of us except him knew the way back to college. HAHAHA. The most awesome thing is, that restaurant is 100% pork-oriented. EVERYTHING has pork. Well, except the salad. It has burgers called "3 Little Pigs" and "Plain Jane". "3 Little Pigs" has 3 different types of pork, I think. Awesome right? PORK FOR LIFE! It even has "KeroPORK". HAHAHAHAHAHA. Sorry, I digress. Back to my childhood friend who is going around rewriting my awesome childhood. He told everyone that we played "masak-masak" together. NO, WE DIDN'T. HAHAHA. This dude, is insane. Anyway, I hope you love the present we got you. It's specially for you, so that you can listen to the one you're Skype-ing with. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, the three pictures below are random photos, I took and&amp;nbsp;edited two of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdVKNoRwn4E/Tqlk2dkg6RI/AAAAAAAABk8/w-q1KRzXakQ/s1600/2011-10-15_20-22-51_370+-+Sophia1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GdVKNoRwn4E/Tqlk2dkg6RI/AAAAAAAABk8/w-q1KRzXakQ/s320/2011-10-15_20-22-51_370+-+Sophia1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Derrick, looking at cakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1mhMbyruBNg/Tqlk99S6TxI/AAAAAAAABlE/O5FA_gb_oc4/s1600/ex1+-+Josh%252CDevine%252CGrunge1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1mhMbyruBNg/Tqlk99S6TxI/AAAAAAAABlE/O5FA_gb_oc4/s320/ex1+-+Josh%252CDevine%252CGrunge1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SPIDEY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Roy5bRkClF4/Tqlk_IWo1qI/AAAAAAAABlM/pz9ltYGgh6c/s1600/P1020215+-+Josh%252CSmoke1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Roy5bRkClF4/Tqlk_IWo1qI/AAAAAAAABlM/pz9ltYGgh6c/s320/P1020215+-+Josh%252CSmoke1-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is edited by Miss Transey Pansey Tan Vi Vian. *Sighs* I suppose absence really does make the heart grow fonder. SHE MISSES YOU LIKE CRAZY, MISS TINY RAINBOW-COLOURED CHILLI PADI TAN KIA HOOI! I have another photo of you, ALSO edited by Transey. See! So&lt;i&gt; pilih kasih&lt;/i&gt;. HMPH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;ANDDDDD to some people who already knew, and to those who I have left in suspense (just because I'm a sadist), &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;THE BIGGGGG NEWS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iY_A0X_EDZg/TqllGh_Rr-I/AAAAAAAABlc/6cvJMZ8PiZ4/s1600/%25E6%258B%25BC%25E5%259B%25BE2011_10_27_09_19_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iY_A0X_EDZg/TqllGh_Rr-I/AAAAAAAABlc/6cvJMZ8PiZ4/s400/%25E6%258B%25BC%25E5%259B%25BE2011_10_27_09_19_01.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YESSSS! I got contact lenses! HAHAHA. My specs (first photo from the top right corner) somehow chipped off. So I went to make new specs (second photo from top right corner) and while I was filling up the details for the form, my Mum just went "Do you want to get contacts?" And I was surprised. I know I was going to wear contacts sooner or later, but not now. I just went "You'll let me?" And she was like "Sure, &amp;nbsp;it's up to you." And I, very calmly, very coolly, said "Okay." Inside I was like "WHATTTT. OMGGGG!" HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;i&gt;Mannn&lt;/i&gt;, the first time wearing contacts was so difficult. It's my natural body defense mechanism! I tend to just shut my eyes when something foreign is being inserted into my eyes! And I was actually a little apprehensive about wearing it but after the first initial fright, I'm okay. But I won't be wearing it all the time. SO TROUBLESOME&lt;i&gt; LAH&lt;/i&gt; OKAY. I'm only going to wear it, like maybe when I need to glare at someone or what. I'll be able to emit death rays from my eyes. HAHAHAH. And yeah, I made my brother pose with my USED contacts. HAHAHA. He was like "&lt;i&gt;Eeewwww&lt;/i&gt;, NOOOO, YOUR EYE JUICE!" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Seriously? JUICE? HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND ANDDDD, YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS! Simple Plan! I downloaded the whole new album! It's AWE-SOMEEE. It reminds me of why I used to love them so much. I love THIS Simple Plan, not the "Your Love is a Lie" Simple Plan. Yep, this is officially my favourite song right now. YOU HAVE TO LISTEN, OR YOU'LL DIE REGRETTING FOR NOT LISTENING TO THE AWESOMEST SONG AT THIS PARTICULAR MOMENT! BY THAT TIME IT'LL BE TOO LATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/N-MgRkSh5Xk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-MgRkSh5Xk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N-MgRkSh5Xk&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This, my friend, is love. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And signing off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;The silent Indian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-1459157090311250276?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1459157090311250276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/10/astronaut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/1459157090311250276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/1459157090311250276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/10/astronaut.html' title='Astronaut'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_LNsxnZfDzU/TqllC5gLKtI/AAAAAAAABlU/NLx9r0bnna8/s72-c/%25E6%258B%25BC%25E5%259B%25BE2011_10_27_09_49_26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-8045462526749876830</id><published>2011-10-14T09:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T09:38:31.305+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Tangled</title><content type='html'>*Sighs* My date is late. And Your Royal Majesty is so sleepy right now. I think I didn't sleep at all last night. *Sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I'm free, I shall blog about the funny incidents that happened yesterday. So, after dinner, my Dad, bro and I went to Centro for ice cream. So while looking for parking outside Centro, we suddenly saw this group of humans with their arms raised high in the air. I think they were either praying or exercising. And MY DAD, just yelled "THEY'RE SHITTING!" in the car. All of us were stunned for a moment, then we started laughing like lunatics. You know why? The car window was open. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. SO YEAH, I THINK THEY HEARD. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we finally found a parking spot in the parking floor, but if you were ever there in Centro, you would know that somehow the parking floor stinks. My Dad said it's because they didn't install some odourless system or something. And since my Dad's involved in all this construction stuff, he said he'll handle the project so be patient for a few months. And they were walking behind me, when I suddenly stopped. And my dad and brother just ran into me. HAHA. And my Dad was like WHATTTT. And I started laughing really hard for no real reason and my Dad just went "&lt;i&gt;Yerrr&lt;/i&gt;, it's so smelly here and she still can laugh! She's WEIRD!" WHAT &lt;i&gt;LAH.&lt;/i&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went into Centro, and Dad wanted to go to the bank. And he wanted to teach me how to use the ATM machine. He made me press the buttons and all that, and when it was time to key in the account number, he whispered the account number really quickly. As usual, I started laughing like some mad man. I laughed so hard I couldn't press the buttons and I could barely stand. HAHAHAHAHA. And my Dad and brother started laughing when they saw me laughing. All of us started laughing in the quiet bank and there was this couple with their kid next to us. I think they think we're insane. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, while eating ice cream, only did we realise that the couple earlier were people that my Dad knows. HAHAHAHAHA. Then we were waiting for the elevator to go back to the parking car and the elevator was next to the toilets. And my Dad started making faces like the disgusted expression and the "Oooh" expression. And my brother just went "&lt;i&gt;Pa,&lt;/i&gt; if people don't know you, they'll think you're crazy." whereas I started laughing and saying "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" And he said whenever we see a pretty woman pass by, we should do the "Ooohh" face, and if she's not pretty, we should do the disgusted expression. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it. My date's here, finally, So Tangled time! YAYYYYY! Bye, y'all. Remember, I'm always gonna be there if you need me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ch2I9Yi-b2U/TpeRyKc0hII/AAAAAAAABkk/sOzq4xXacv0/s1600/2011-09-20_21-45-43_920.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ch2I9Yi-b2U/TpeRyKc0hII/AAAAAAAABkk/sOzq4xXacv0/s320/2011-09-20_21-45-43_920.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BaaTl6mO-AA/TpeRwN0N4uI/AAAAAAAABkc/xc_viHd6UM0/s1600/2011-09-20_21-46-46_652.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BaaTl6mO-AA/TpeRwN0N4uI/AAAAAAAABkc/xc_viHd6UM0/s320/2011-09-20_21-46-46_652.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K4Gsg5ur0Uo/TpeR0SvcAyI/AAAAAAAABks/g9BwAh4pXk8/s1600/2011-09-20_21-45-13_644.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K4Gsg5ur0Uo/TpeR0SvcAyI/AAAAAAAABks/g9BwAh4pXk8/s320/2011-09-20_21-45-13_644.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I totally forgot to blog about my brother's birthday. Well, there's nothing much to say except I GAVE HIM HIS PRESENT. I should probably get the World's Best Sister award or something. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-8045462526749876830?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8045462526749876830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/10/tangled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/8045462526749876830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/8045462526749876830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/10/tangled.html' title='Tangled'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ch2I9Yi-b2U/TpeRyKc0hII/AAAAAAAABkk/sOzq4xXacv0/s72-c/2011-09-20_21-45-43_920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-9108210770841011611</id><published>2011-10-13T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T23:34:32.176+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Busted, Again, Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oSiThYzZS-Q/Tpb_pi62caI/AAAAAAAABj8/jqw6RGJJ_KA/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oSiThYzZS-Q/Tpb_pi62caI/AAAAAAAABj8/jqw6RGJJ_KA/s320/10.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tx6blmDFuAM/Tpb_noqBhQI/AAAAAAAABj0/R15UST7uuVg/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tx6blmDFuAM/Tpb_noqBhQI/AAAAAAAABj0/R15UST7uuVg/s320/11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WA2ldnmlUj0/Tpb_kKJReOI/AAAAAAAABjk/M6FjBGgV9HU/s1600/cats13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WA2ldnmlUj0/Tpb_kKJReOI/AAAAAAAABjk/M6FjBGgV9HU/s320/cats13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBq_c1Ijpbg/Tpb_lxtjh3I/AAAAAAAABjs/ybKQJMFjPx8/s1600/cats12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pBq_c1Ijpbg/Tpb_lxtjh3I/AAAAAAAABjs/ybKQJMFjPx8/s320/cats12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe I should reconsider my career option as a criminal mastermind. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;And now, we shall explore the name which is as awesome as its master:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPFlwWz8Zqg/Tpb_yshhJQI/AAAAAAAABkM/tty10ZOhD5U/s1600/name+11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wPFlwWz8Zqg/Tpb_yshhJQI/AAAAAAAABkM/tty10ZOhD5U/s320/name+11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hx2A633RoJI/Tpb_u2CTauI/AAAAAAAABkE/V53fz7-jZGo/s1600/name+12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hx2A633RoJI/Tpb_u2CTauI/AAAAAAAABkE/V53fz7-jZGo/s400/name+12.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tell you, I think Siew Li's trying to be ME! I mean, I always know she loves me, but to the extent of changing her name to Rachel, is just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6nZIBIqSxbM/Tpb_zvkPtmI/AAAAAAAABkU/4LZCu68wDEw/s1600/alien.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6nZIBIqSxbM/Tpb_zvkPtmI/AAAAAAAABkU/4LZCu68wDEw/s1600/alien.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You see! I wasn't typing! She was, and somehow instead of "Siew Li is typing", it came out "Rachel is typing". SCARY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, lots of funny things happened today, but I gotta go so won't be typing them today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Bringing my laptop to college tomorrow, and Deena and I shall watch Tangled together in Taylor's library! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA. Epic much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-9108210770841011611?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9108210770841011611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/10/busted-again-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/9108210770841011611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/9108210770841011611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/10/busted-again-again.html' title='Busted, Again, Again'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oSiThYzZS-Q/Tpb_pi62caI/AAAAAAAABj8/jqw6RGJJ_KA/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-1754506754069373726</id><published>2011-10-11T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:12:29.363+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>Busted, Again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lEYeiQTxwFk/TpQ_t4ZkmsI/AAAAAAAABjc/z3gkj0LnpyA/s1600/fail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lEYeiQTxwFk/TpQ_t4ZkmsI/AAAAAAAABjc/z3gkj0LnpyA/s1600/fail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As you can see, my plan to stay off Facebook has failed. =( I'm sorry, Mr Rajah. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't turn on my laptop these few days until today, but it wouldn't make much of a difference when your phone is ALMOST AS GOOD AS A LAPTOP. AAAAHHHHH. I've been checking out Facebook, watching videos on Youtube and reading blogs using my phone. NOT COOL, RACHEL. NOT COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to die, seriously. I've been staring at the same page for THREE WHOLE DAYS. Yes, you heard right. DAYS. And worse, it's on Cell Structure. WHAT ARE YOU DOING, GENIUS? Ughhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I shall resume staring at the same page. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if I really did die, you're welcome to have my awesome socks. Ask my Mum okay. And about my phone and laptop, well, yeah, you can't have them. I expect you to bury them along with me so I can still Facebook and Skype with you when I'm up there. Thank you very much. And if you happen to disobey my will and keep my awesome phone and laptop with you, YOU SHALL SUFFER THE WRATH OF THE UNDEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day, y'all. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-1754506754069373726?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1754506754069373726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/10/busted-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/1754506754069373726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/1754506754069373726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/10/busted-again.html' title='Busted, Again.'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lEYeiQTxwFk/TpQ_t4ZkmsI/AAAAAAAABjc/z3gkj0LnpyA/s72-c/fail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-355074241566177540</id><published>2011-10-07T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T23:32:14.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Was, Am, Will Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;To this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uyTHp23fuHU/To8L0Ed0Q-I/AAAAAAAABis/jqEJo66y-9Q/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uyTHp23fuHU/To8L0Ed0Q-I/AAAAAAAABis/jqEJo66y-9Q/s320/031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Somehow, I only have the photos of these people when they were younger in Sam. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not trying to be funny, or make people mad at me for putting ugly photos as usual. I just really need to do this. Yeah, emo-ness overload. I was looking through the photos in my phone yesterday, the photos I took before 2009. And when I was looking at them, I somehow felt really sad. Like there was this heavy feeling. I don't know why. It's not that I regret that my friends or my family have grown up this way. They are who they are. And everyone has to adapt. But of course, I don't mean they've grown up wrongly. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so important to me. But in some ways,everyone has changed. We all have. I probably changed the most. Sometimes, I wonder if my family members, those who have taken care of me and watched as I grew up, I wonder if they ever regret me growing up this way. Obviously, nobody will ever say that to me. They love me too much. But I can't help thinking about it. Because I know, I'm disappointed in myself, at what I have become. And if I feel that way, there is a high possibility that they will feel that way too, since only they know what I was like before, and what I am now. I don't wish to be anyone else though. Whenever someone asks me, "If you can be anyone in the world, who will you be?" My answer is always the same: "Myself". They'll assume I'm happy and I really love myself. And being me, I let them think that way. Less troublesome, you know. But truth is, it wasn't because I am perfect and I really love being me. It's because I just don't find anyone worth being. While I don't want to be anyone else, I don't want to be myself either. I don't know. I'm a contradiction, as always. If I could, I really would turn back time. To right all my wrongs, to change myself into someone more, easy-to-love, I suppose. Someone kinder, nicer, sweeter, smarter, more obedient, more considerate, more tolerant, more patient, someone with a life goal. Not lost like me, yet always running away, thinking if I don't acknowledge the problem, it'll disappear. I keep on running till it's too late. A lot of my major regrets are always this way. I run, and I go on running, until it's too late to make things right. How do you make things right when that person is gone, and you can never see that person again? How do you make it right when every word you say is like another blade stabbing through someone's heart? How do you make it right when you reject the only person who only tries to help you and does nothing but be nice to you? How do you make it right when you abandon a person for so long that there seems no way to reconnect? How do you make things right when all you ever do is to make those important to you mad or upset? You can't, you see. You can't. And why do I want to be someone easier to love? Because everyone knows I'm not the easiest person to love. I once asked Kern Yeung, I think. "Why do our parents love us?" She couldn't really answer me, because I knew the answer. "Because they must." Even if I'm a drug addict, or a murderer, they don't have a choice. Family is family. And while that's the reason why my family is everything to me, it also means they have to love me despite the fact that I may not deserve it. I just, wish I'm not the way I am. I was probably a better person when I was younger. But growing up, &amp;nbsp;I become a master in the three arts I mentioned in the post below. Should I be proud of myself? Only the strongest survive right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. This is probably the most honest I have ever been for a very long time. I wonder how long has it been since I was really honest with myself. I told you right, I'm always running. So even when I'm really upset, I run. I avoid thinking about it, so I don't have to face the emotional turmoil. But today, I was in self-destructive mode, so recklessness is a given. And just so you know, I'm not depressed, or emo-ing actually. I'm typing all this in a matter-of-fact way. I'm sad, true, but I'm okay. Because I've accepted that things are like that, that I am like that. I'm sorry to anyone I have hurt today, I know I did. Sorry. And I also apologize for all this rubbish here, wasting your time and energy. You don't have to read it, you know. This is for myself. I need to empty my emotionometer. Hee, I kept too much for too long. So I need to unleash everything out. Read it if you want, I don't really care. But don't take it too seriously. Because Rachel is an airhead, as always. She always has her head in the clouds. So YOU should lighten up. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;P.S. While I don't feel particularly sad when I found out Steve Jobs died at first, I do regret his death. I don't feel heartbroken, because I didn't know him personally. I can't feel sad for a person that I have never even met. But a life lost, is a life lost. So rest in peace, Mr Jobs, and other people who have died without the public knowing. *Salutes* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qeBMlvB0vyc/To8OG79ElwI/AAAAAAAABjI/acWzjI26tmk/s1600/325799_700b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qeBMlvB0vyc/To8OG79ElwI/AAAAAAAABjI/acWzjI26tmk/s320/325799_700b.jpg" width="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-355074241566177540?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/355074241566177540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/10/was-am-will-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/355074241566177540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/355074241566177540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/10/was-am-will-be.html' title='Was, Am, Will Be'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kn8OwJZUC1I/To8EPbpkWFI/AAAAAAAABhc/te7OgyRvD6Q/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-3820992889031616414</id><published>2011-10-07T21:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T21:19:16.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>Burning</title><content type='html'>Okay, everybody. Today will be the last day I'm Facebooking. Shall stop Facebooking until my exams are over, which will be almost at the end of November? YES, I CAN DO IT! CONSIDER YOUR CHALLENGE ACCEPTED BY GENIUS RAY, MR RAJAH! I WILL DO IT! Mr Rajah's my Biology lecturer by the way. When he said that, I actually pumped my fists in the air. And I think he saw. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, final exams are in another two weeks time, and my results are nowhere near good. So I probably will have to be a crime drug lord in the future. Not my fault, blame the government! Or maybe a farmer. WHAT, LOOKING DOWN ON FARMERS HUHHH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything to say&lt;i&gt; lah&lt;/i&gt;, actually. Well, there are a few things bothering me, but if I type them out here, you guys are gonna think I'm emo-ing, and that's not good for the only post that will last for about two months. Hee. Just, best of luck for your exams as well, everyone. I know both CAL and SAM students are having their finals too, so yeah, best of luck! And I'll assume you're wishing me the same thing too, SO THANK YOU. I'm gonna need all the luck I can get. UGHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as my last advice for these two months, STOP WHINING ABOUT EVERY SINGLE FREAKING THING THAT'S GOING ON IN YOUR LIFE. If you're upset about something, something really worth getting upset about, fine. I'll even lend you a shoulder to cry on. But you know, I get so frustrated when I hear, or read about Facebook statuses from people that just go on whining and whining about everything. You're not the only one with problems, you know. And honestly speaking, whining in Facebook will not help you in the very least. You can go find a&amp;nbsp;counsellor, talk to your best friends or family, or BETTER STILL, GO SEE A DOCTOR WHEN YOU'RE SICK. POSTING ABOUT EVERY SINGLE STAGE OF YOUR CURRENT HEALTH CONDITION AND THE PAINFUL HEALING PROCESS IN FACEBOOK WILL NOT HELP YOU. FACEBOOK IS NOT A DOCTOR, get that into your plastic head, will you? Yes, I know. They're doing this to seek attention, I get it. But it's quite frustrating for me somehow. I know, I shouldn't care. But seriously, reading stuff like "Tears are flowing down my cheeks right now. Who can save me?" and "I hate being sick. I'm sick again. Having a major headache now. =( " every time I open my Facebook is annoying. There are other people with major problems (not talking about myself lah!) like fighting terminal diseases, family problems, loss of someone important, those fighting in war etc, but you don't hear them complaining, do you? Can you imagine a soldier posting on Facebook "Someone shot at me today! It didn't hit, but IT ALMOST DID! I ALMOST DIED! WHY DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? I'm crying so hard right now. Someone, bring me to the hospital!" I wanted to block them, but unfortunately, most of them are actually people I know, so if I block them, they won't be able to contact me if they need to. SO RACHEL, BEAR WITH IT. THAT'S WHAT A KING WOULD DO! Oh, and I remember this girl, she always posts statuses with really vulgar words. Then one day, she posted a status on a woman who cut her line when she was buying food or something. Fuffff, the words she used in her status were like *shakes head*. Swearing is not cool, human. I sometimes swear, but only when I'm REALLY REALLY mad, and even if I am, I don't swear out loud. And neither am I happy nor proud of that. And come on, it's not that big a deal, yet the way she said it, it was as though that woman accidentally cut off her leg or something. So the result? I deleted her. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this girl in Facebook who is always posting all those "I'm crying right now", "Why can't the tears stop flowing?", "What did I do to deserve this?", "I shouldn't have loved you because now my heart is breaking" (LOL so dramatic) etc, and then one hour after posting those kind of statuses, she'll post something like "Life is beautiful", "Always smile, because there's always a reason to smile". THIS coming from HER. I remember yelling in my head "YOU HYPOCRITE". HAHAHA. Yeah, even though I have never personally talked to her, but thanks to Facebook, I dislike her. HAHA. But no big deal, I dislike 80% of humans I come into contact with, generally. =D And then there are also those people, who post about every thing in their life. Like what time they wake up, what time they're going to bed, what they had for breakfast, lunch, dinner, what they're doing right now, what music they're listening right now. Dude, honestly, I DON'T CARE! Unless you're as awesome and significant as I am! Or even the slightest bit interesting, or doing something epic. Reading something like "Oh, just had &lt;i&gt;nasi lemak&lt;/i&gt; for lunch. So full!" is not gonna make me jump up in my seat and go, "OMG, SHE HAD &lt;i&gt;NASI LEMAK&lt;/i&gt;! THAT'S AMAZING! THAT SHOULD BE IN THE WORLD RECORDS! SHE HAD &lt;i&gt;NASI LEMAK&lt;/i&gt;!" Yeahhhh, no, that's not gonna happen. And that daily Facebook greetings "Morning, Facebook!", "Goodnight, world! See you in Facebook again tomorrow" are silly. Why are you wishing FACEBOOK? It is an inanimate object okay. What, you practice animism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are also people who will keep on posting &amp;nbsp;videos on Korean boy bands or girl groups. If you want to post, whatever, I couldn't care less. But I'll appreciate it if you don't post EVERY SINGLE YOUTUBE VIDEO WHICH HAS SOMEONE WHO RESEMBLES AN ASIAN in Facebook! It's like spam okay. There's this girl, who posts 5 youtube videos on Korean boybands every day. It's not even funny. Not to mention totally untalented ones. Korean boy bands, I'm not saying their music is bad, hey, I listen to some Korean songs also okay. But being so obsessed with them is not normal okay. Their music is so forgettable. If you're obsessed, you're clearly only going for their looks. So what happens when they're all old and wrinkly? Go listen to them, that's your choice. But don't post everything in Facebook&lt;i&gt; lah&lt;/i&gt; can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But although I said so much, in the end, it's not always about them. It's more on how much I care. For instance, whenever Fatso posts something about what she had for lunch, I find that funny instead and start to tease her. But if anyone else that I don't give two hoots about did the same thing, then *coughs* the reaction is different. &amp;nbsp;Okay, maybe I'm slightly hypocritical but I think, in the end, the only thing that matters is HOW much you matter to me. ME. HAHAHA what, the whole world knows I'm self-obsessed! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, this post is pretty much meaningless. I should stop. My mood is deteriorating rapidly. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sometimes. I wish, people don't have to grow up. Okay, I wish that most of the time. Because as people grow up, we become very good in three things. One: We become really talented in disappointing others. Two: We master the art of dramatizing things. As in we can make every small thing into one hell of an argument. Three: We practice the art of being selfish and manipulative, and become really good in it. I'm including myself too. I've become really good in all these. And you have too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-3820992889031616414?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3820992889031616414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/10/burning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/3820992889031616414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/3820992889031616414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/10/burning.html' title='Burning'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-1915324914361658288</id><published>2011-10-04T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T22:03:37.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr.</title><content type='html'>Right now, there's this guy in Facebook who is being a royal pain in the arse. I approved his friend request 'cause he was once Li Peng's stalker so I wanted to see what he's like. BUT THESE FEW DAYS, HE'S BEEN POSTING STUPID, UNTALENTED RHYMES, WHICH ARE TOTALLY RETARDED! They barely make any sense! Not to mention he has limited vocabulary. So annoying &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt; okay, his stupid rhymes kept popping up in my home page. UGH. Examples of his retarded rhymes are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yo!!whats up&lt;br /&gt;Dont give up&lt;br /&gt;Just use a cup&lt;br /&gt;Or go get a checkup....XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm so sorry&lt;br /&gt;You got bang by a lorry&lt;br /&gt;Its better to hurry&lt;br /&gt;And go buy some curry....XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a beautiful flower&lt;br /&gt;Which was tall as a tower&lt;br /&gt;With so much power&lt;br /&gt;Why you forget to shower....XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY! WHAT THE HELL. And all his friends actually liked every single one of his &lt;br /&gt;rhymes. Even some were all like "Oh, it's so funny!" What, are you an idiot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear, if I see ONE MORE BLOODY RHYME FROM HIM, I'M GOING TO BLOCK HIM. Ughhhh.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Stupid world with its stupid inhabitants. Well, minus myself. And my family. And maybe my friends. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-1915324914361658288?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1915324914361658288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/10/grrr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/1915324914361658288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/1915324914361658288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/10/grrr.html' title='Grrr.'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-4889634487404140493</id><published>2011-10-02T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T23:35:12.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Pokemon GOLD =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z_Wu4GwGRn0/Tohpz_aXKcI/AAAAAAAABhY/BgbYPbgKQ9U/s1600/bm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z_Wu4GwGRn0/Tohpz_aXKcI/AAAAAAAABhY/BgbYPbgKQ9U/s400/bm.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So while I was waiting for this to load, I saw this:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mjjYCH6dJ14/TohoY8oTrxI/AAAAAAAABhI/tXo8H9m8i6U/s1600/bm1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mjjYCH6dJ14/TohoY8oTrxI/AAAAAAAABhI/tXo8H9m8i6U/s400/bm1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WHAT. THE. HELL. YOU DON'T KNOW WHO BRUNO MARS IS BUT YOU KNOW WHAT BREAKING DAWN IS? WHICH STUPID ROCK DO YOU LIVE UNDER? This is insane, seriously. Bruno Mars is like, like [insert second awesomest word used to describe someone other than myself]&lt;insert a="" awesomest="" describe="" myself="" other="" person="" second="" than="" the="" to="" word=""&gt;, and Twilight is like, like *groans*. I don't particularly hate Twilight, I even read all of it. But KNOWING TWILIGHT AND NOT KNOWING BRUNO MARS is INSANE. UGH. I don't even know why am I so mad. Grr.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, last Friday, Miss Lee Kern Yeung took the bus and hijacked Subang. HAHA. No &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;, we just had a peaceful lunch. Wei Wei, Mother Hen, and me. Pauline and Wei Li came over later. But unfortunately, didn't take much photos. And some of them are with Wei Wei, who will take such super long time to upload them that the photos are probably gonna turn yellow by the time she transfers the photos to her computer. Oh well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dEk19UJBLaY/Tohox6810zI/AAAAAAAABhM/a08WB8jJUOo/s1600/2011-09-23_12-42-36_787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dEk19UJBLaY/Tohox6810zI/AAAAAAAABhM/a08WB8jJUOo/s320/2011-09-23_12-42-36_787.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Best Mother-Son pair EVER. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8mkCzj-SIo/TohpH-f1lBI/AAAAAAAABhQ/Ki74pRN0gGk/s1600/2011-09-23_12-37-50_301.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g8mkCzj-SIo/TohpH-f1lBI/AAAAAAAABhQ/Ki74pRN0gGk/s320/2011-09-23_12-37-50_301.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fXc2KtVEbV4/TohplIU8YrI/AAAAAAAABhU/jVXmImZte6g/s1600/2011-09-23_12-09-00_610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fXc2KtVEbV4/TohplIU8YrI/AAAAAAAABhU/jVXmImZte6g/s320/2011-09-23_12-09-00_610.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/2L253VLwH3w/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2L253VLwH3w&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2L253VLwH3w&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You guys have to watch this! Seriously! I watched all of it! HAHAHAHA. REALLY, he's hilarious. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, goodb-UHHHHH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH. Thank you, Alex. HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-4889634487404140493?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4889634487404140493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/10/pokemon-gold-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/4889634487404140493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/4889634487404140493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/10/pokemon-gold-d.html' title='Pokemon GOLD =D'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z_Wu4GwGRn0/Tohpz_aXKcI/AAAAAAAABhY/BgbYPbgKQ9U/s72-c/bm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-8260958087750070118</id><published>2011-10-01T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T20:55:46.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Asleep. Still.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--O_IXbT_ncs/TocKuJRkmwI/AAAAAAAABhA/bhOn7FHaILY/s1600/2011-09-30_22-53-47_623_%25E7%25BE%258E%25E5%259B%25BE01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vFoMfWnjqD4/TocMyavOppI/AAAAAAAABhE/xCzwn1obhaM/s1600/%25E6%258B%25BC%25E5%259B%25BE2011_10_01_08_51_38.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vFoMfWnjqD4/TocMyavOppI/AAAAAAAABhE/xCzwn1obhaM/s640/%25E6%258B%25BC%25E5%259B%25BE2011_10_01_08_51_38.jpg" width="457" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I need to wake up. I really must. Someone, slap me. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-8260958087750070118?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8260958087750070118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/10/asleep-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/8260958087750070118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/8260958087750070118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/10/asleep-still.html' title='Asleep. Still.'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vFoMfWnjqD4/TocMyavOppI/AAAAAAAABhE/xCzwn1obhaM/s72-c/%25E6%258B%25BC%25E5%259B%25BE2011_10_01_08_51_38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-3261521522684290340</id><published>2011-09-29T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T23:12:30.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying High</title><content type='html'>OH MY GAWD! RACHEL, WHY YOU SO SMART? WHY YOU SO BRILLIANT? WHYYYY?! HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did it. I finally did it. I have been searching for a way to take screenshots of my unrooted phone for at least 2 hours and a half. I was really getting frustrated. But after a long time of finding, I finally found a solution! I practically started singing about my intelligence. Yeah, my brother's getting annoyed with my Celine Dion voice. *Sighs* People with no taste right? HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. The phone I'm currently using now is the Motorola Milestone XT720. The best part? &lt;i&gt;MALAYSIA TAK ADA&lt;/i&gt;. HAHAHAHAHA. Got it from my uncle in Singapore. Hee. Right. So the screenshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QA8bZJG2jdw/ToSDwRcARWI/AAAAAAAABgI/kqt0bj7ATkw/s1600/9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QA8bZJG2jdw/ToSDwRcARWI/AAAAAAAABgI/kqt0bj7ATkw/s320/9.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73d6X0-4TEo/ToSELpHrVdI/AAAAAAAABgY/2_lpEC0zEUU/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-73d6X0-4TEo/ToSELpHrVdI/AAAAAAAABgY/2_lpEC0zEUU/s320/5.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3xsetkkv2c/ToSEFupctqI/AAAAAAAABgU/F_pJHrnR-MM/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3xsetkkv2c/ToSEFupctqI/AAAAAAAABgU/F_pJHrnR-MM/s320/6.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zhadjh_KOqg/ToSD8eGMPsI/AAAAAAAABgQ/dXpGbsvLmg8/s1600/7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zhadjh_KOqg/ToSD8eGMPsI/AAAAAAAABgQ/dXpGbsvLmg8/s320/7.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CvXAzJCIiaE/ToSD2f9cxdI/AAAAAAAABgM/OUutM3fKatQ/s1600/8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CvXAzJCIiaE/ToSD2f9cxdI/AAAAAAAABgM/OUutM3fKatQ/s320/8.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6HieQm7aECM/ToSERDuA-qI/AAAAAAAABgc/ooQIIgX9rrI/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6HieQm7aECM/ToSERDuA-qI/AAAAAAAABgc/ooQIIgX9rrI/s320/4.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CE8azGMRco0/ToSEkw1EJAI/AAAAAAAABgo/JlU-MD83idI/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CE8azGMRco0/ToSEkw1EJAI/AAAAAAAABgo/JlU-MD83idI/s320/1.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93ZSwj7EAmk/ToSEfB8pMPI/AAAAAAAABgk/Jz-0p2Qhipc/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-93ZSwj7EAmk/ToSEfB8pMPI/AAAAAAAABgk/Jz-0p2Qhipc/s320/2.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdammaVqP9c/ToSEXYkvEiI/AAAAAAAABgg/Ff60N6mSzEM/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QdammaVqP9c/ToSEXYkvEiI/AAAAAAAABgg/Ff60N6mSzEM/s320/3.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a word of warning to everyone who is on my contact list. I am going to randomly text a person, whether I have ever talked to that person or not, something random in the morning, every morning. Minus yesterday and today since I had Chemistry test and Malaysian Studies Exam. Why? Don't know. It's one of those whims that just hit me. HAHAHA Besides, it's fun. HAHAHA. This habit started 3 days ago. Anyway, the Bakal Agong's words are the law. So yeah, you'll be getting random texts from me. EVEN if you have never talked to me before. HAHAHA. Joyyyy. I found another way to annoy the human race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, the Empire Shopping Gallery exploded. Pauline and I were on the way to college when we saw a lot of police and there was yellow tape too, yesterday morning. Then my Thinking Skills teacher googled about the Empire Shopping Gallery, and that was how I found out it exploded. Scary much? It happened a little too close for comfort. Not to mention, I actually go to that mall. And worse, people I know go there too. Thank God it happened during the wee hours. 3.45 a.m. Can you imagine if it was during the night time on weekends? I used to go there for family dinners, wedding dinners. I even went for that indoor slide. HAHAHA. I bought Wee's birthday cake there. *Sighs* And it just opened last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Md2NvMFsny8/ToSEqCn1QZI/AAAAAAAABgs/hy1P7pyat6E/s1600/subang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Md2NvMFsny8/ToSEqCn1QZI/AAAAAAAABgs/hy1P7pyat6E/s320/subang.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZW3NDo-HtIo/ToSErDxA_eI/AAAAAAAABgw/A41Umx_2KGM/s1600/subang-aerial.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZW3NDo-HtIo/ToSErDxA_eI/AAAAAAAABgw/A41Umx_2KGM/s320/subang-aerial.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXwEqbCyU3U/ToSEsYjwCMI/AAAAAAAABg0/wObr-IQfZNA/s1600/subang-tmi-front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QXwEqbCyU3U/ToSEsYjwCMI/AAAAAAAABg0/wObr-IQfZNA/s320/subang-tmi-front.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Alright. A post about my past lovers, coming up. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Jason claimed that his influence is so huge that once he walked up to the counter, the lady immediately brought him Jessie's food. And he claimed I have no influence as a &amp;nbsp;future revolutionist. Truth is,&lt;b&gt; MY INFLUENCE IS SO STUPENDOUS THAT HE CAN'T EVEN FEEL MY INFLUENCE ANYMORE.&lt;/b&gt; It's like right now, you're surrounded by air. But you can't really feel the air although air is so great it is practically smothering you right now. Same goes to my influence.&amp;nbsp;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, Tan Wee Minn is going around declaring he's my childhood friend because he was supposedly in Delta Eng Ann Tuition Centre. I said "supposedly" because I have absolutely no idea that he existed until I came to Taylor's. HAHAHAHAHA. And he's freely using my stuff as if they're his, because he said we're childhood friends. =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Shaun, oh Shaun. He said he didn't know how to eat porridge when he was 5 years old because it was too hot. When the teacher gave him porridge in kindergarten, he was completely blank on how to eat it. Apparently, he also burnt his tongue. The teacher had to give him something else to eat. So when he went back home, he told his mum to teach him how to eat porridge and his mum told the teacher not to give him porridge anymore. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. HE WAS FIVE YEARS OLD! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Seriously, I laughed so hard I almost cried. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger finally found her "&lt;i&gt;shuai ge&lt;/i&gt;". That girl, is an unbelievably resourceful stalker, I tell you! HAHAHAHAHA. And Jessie's sexy voice. Told her to see a doctor but she refused. *Sighs* And apparently, Amelia has defeated almost every girl in my class in arm wrestling. HAHAHAHAHAHA WTH. And Wen Lee, being upset about it, kept asking everyone to arm wrestle with her so she can at least be stronger than someone. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my reaction time is 3 SECONDS. 3 SECONDS, YOU KNOW! No &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;, that was cheating. =.= My reaction time is 7 seconds. SERIOUS. I managed to achieve 7 seconds! It started with 19 seconds, to 12 seconds (same like Deena the honourable vegetarian and Shaun the porridge eater), then 7 SECONDS! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know right, that most Buddhists have to be vegetarian for ten days? Some religious thing. I was supposed to be vegetarian too, but my immediate family, ESPECIALLY me, hate vegetarian food. So first day of the vegetarian week, we had &lt;i&gt;bah kut teh&lt;/i&gt; for dinner. HAHAHAHAHA. I'm awesome. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. And I watched the last few minutes of High School Musical on TV last night. So nostalgic &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. I had to perform that "Bop to the Top" dance for the prefects' initiation ceremony. I was Ryan, and Li Peng was my Sharpay. Sal was the &lt;i&gt;sesat&lt;/i&gt; dancer, just dancing around aimlessly. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-3261521522684290340?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3261521522684290340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/09/flying-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/3261521522684290340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/3261521522684290340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/09/flying-high.html' title='Flying High'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QA8bZJG2jdw/ToSDwRcARWI/AAAAAAAABgI/kqt0bj7ATkw/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-2627002043152516227</id><published>2011-09-26T20:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T20:21:17.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Unity in its Glory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ebeff2; 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border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div class="field-items" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-style: inherit; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;div class="field-item odd" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 15px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="date-display-single" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #6fa8dc; display: inline; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-style: inherit; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Monday, September 26th, 2011 10:46:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;THE Klang High School is in crisis mode as 16 prefects resigned en masse following what they claim is a breach of protocol and bias in the appointment of new prefects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;It is believed what sparked the move by the multi-racial group were newbies being appointed deputy head prefect and assistant secretary with immediate effect. The straw that broke the camel’s back was a newly-appointed Form Four student being made head prefect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;According to parents of some of the prefects who quit — eight Form Four boys, five Lower Six girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;and three Lower Six boys — they had resigned following the school’s Sept 15 decision to appoint seven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;new prefects who did not undergo the standard probationary period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;According to them, while the 16 students had to undergo 14 weeks of probation, the new prefects, which included two Lower Six students, also took their posts as deputy head prefect and assistant secretary with immediate effect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;The 16-year-old head boy, however, underwent probation. Five other new prefects comprise three Form Four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;students and two Lower Six students.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;On the Sept 19 installation day at the morning assembly, the 16 students told a teacher, who was to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;announce the names of the new appointees, they were stepping down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;According to some of their parents, who preferred anonymity, they were concerned with the message being sent to these impressionable young minds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;“My child said a teacher told a Lower Six class the present batch of senior prefects were good for nothing,” the parent claimed, adding other parents were afraid to come forward, fearing their children would be “marked”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Another parent said he was in disbelief this was taking place at an established school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;“I cannot believe this is happening in a school that has been around for more than 80 years. Such a thing should not happen in an established school like Klang High.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;“The school administration must rectify this situation. I brought this matter up with several teachers and they said it is almost impossible to get the headmistress to discuss this as she is adamant about her decision.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The Malay Mail&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;visited the school twice and was told headmistress Huzaimah Bahari was “very busy”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;The school's senior assistant (student affairs), Sahrudin Kasman, declined to comment, saying the matter must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;be referred to the headmistress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;However, a senior teacher, who declined to be named, said procedures pertaining to the appointment of prefects were done unfairly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;He said never in the history of the school had a Form Four student been made head prefect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;The teacher said while the headmistress inevitably made the final decision, the selection committee did not include the Prefectorial Board advisor and assistant advisor — the two teachers who are always present in the selection process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;"This has forced the parents to question the criteria used for the selection of prefects. If the selection has always been done with the original committee members and the headmistress, why was it done differently this time?" the teacher asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;The school's Parent Teacher Association chairman, Dr Desmond Lee, said he would meet with the school administration today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;"Several parents have brought the matter to my attention and I will meet the headmistress and teachers who are said to have made the decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;"There must be a logical explanation. If it was justifiable or with sound reasoning on how the selection process was conducted, I am sure the students themselves will accept it, but an explanation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;must be given."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;On July 12 last year, the school came under the spotlight when it dissolved three non-Islamic societies set up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;in 1969.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;The school had blamed the Selangor Education Department for a circular it issued to this effect in 2000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;At the time, Deputy Education Minister Datuk Dr Wee Ka Siong clarified the circular meant permission from the State Education Department needed to be obtained for societies formed after 2000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;On the present issue, Wee, in a text message to&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: inherit; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The Paper That Cares&lt;/em&gt;, raised his concerns, saying he would study the matter before commenting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Meanwhile, Klang MP Charles Santiago, who was approached by some of the parents, urged the ministry to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;investigate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;“These are impressionable young minds. The school owes them an explanation or they will take this matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;into adulthood,” he said when contacted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;“I am all for meritocracy and if a junior person can do a better job than someone more senior, then by all means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;appoint the younger person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;"But if there are doubts over the fairness of the new appointments, then someone must set the record straight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-style: inherit; line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-top: 1em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: justify; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;LOL. My brother's school sure is famous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-2627002043152516227?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2627002043152516227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/09/unity-in-its-glory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/2627002043152516227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/2627002043152516227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/09/unity-in-its-glory.html' title='Unity in its Glory'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-6834511382330916672</id><published>2011-09-24T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T20:57:13.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I know I promised myself that I will never post emo, depressed, cryptic posts here anymore because when I read about those kind of posts in other people's blogs, I feel annoyed myself. That was why the last few posts were normal. But I don't know what's wrong with me today, I really have no idea. All I know is I WISH THE WORLD AND EVERYBODY ELSE IN IT WILL JUST SHUT UP FOR A WHILE. JUST SHUT UP. FOR ONCE, LET ME DO WHATEVER I WANT, FEEL WHATEVER I WANT WITHOUT FEELING OBLIGATED TO BE PLEASANT. I DON'T FEEL LIKE SMILING. I DON'T FEEL LIKE TALKING. AND I WISH THE WHOLE WORLD WILL SHUT UP WITH ME. It makes me wish for the power to be invisible. I want to be invisible right now. Just for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, nothing happened. That's the problem. Nothing happened AT ALL. I just suddenly feel this way. Like screaming at everyone to shut up and go away for a while. It's weird to feel this way for no apparent reason, yes, I'm aware of that. I really don't know what's wrong with me today. Either it's teenage hormones, or I'm really going crazy. Not a very encouraging thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe it's because I kept bottling everything up for too long without finding for a release. I'm angry and I don't know why. I just feel so mad like I want to just break something. LOL. Maybe I need to see a doctor. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a wall right now. Why a wall? Because all you see is a wall. A calm, neutral, smiling wall. But behind the wall hides a bomb. And I think it's about to explode. HAHAHA. Don't worry, I'll try to rein it in, but if over these few days, I suddenly snap at you angrily or exhibit emotions that are inappropriate during a situation, you have to forgive me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even better, for today, just avoid me. Don't even try to talk to me. I'm quite prone to self-destruction when I'm feeling like this. I remember being like this last year, and I nearly wrecked my friendship with one of my best friends. *Sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hmm&lt;/i&gt;, maybe I really am crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-6834511382330916672?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6834511382330916672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/09/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/6834511382330916672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/6834511382330916672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/09/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-8220609387942832205</id><published>2011-09-20T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T20:48:06.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Bright Eyes</title><content type='html'>Stupid Malaysian Studies lecturer: If China and India go into war, who will win?&lt;br /&gt;Ker Shiong: China?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Malaysian Studies lecturer: Racist! Why, why do you think China will win?&lt;br /&gt;Genius Professor Saw: We have kung fu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. Racist jokes are only funny if you're not being racist. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, seriously I hate my Malaysian Studies lecturer. He gives nothing but a pile of crap. Honestly, whether he teaches or not, there isn't a difference since he either talks about completely&amp;nbsp;irrelevant&amp;nbsp;nonsense, OR says nothing that is NOT already in the notes. I rather spend the one hour of his class admiring my awesome shoes okay! Which was what I was doing the whole time today. Admiring my awesome shoes. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Wei Li's birthday in Secret Recipe today. &lt;i&gt;Fuff&lt;/i&gt;...my wallet's as dry as a desert now. HAHA. Which was how from a doctor, I have decided to be a farmer instead. But thanks to Kia Hooi, I decided to be a pool player for the Olympics. And now, thanks to Secret Recipe, I think I want to be a restaurant owner instead. HAHAHAHAHA. I'm so talented I can do everything right? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfHsZ9Dtu8k/TniKaQk7vgI/AAAAAAAABgE/M1ccxHzKEFQ/s1600/2011-09-20_12-23-08_339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfHsZ9Dtu8k/TniKaQk7vgI/AAAAAAAABgE/M1ccxHzKEFQ/s320/2011-09-20_12-23-08_339.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Right, signing out. &lt;i&gt;Ja ne.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-8220609387942832205?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8220609387942832205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/09/bright-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/8220609387942832205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/8220609387942832205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/09/bright-eyes.html' title='Bright Eyes'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dfHsZ9Dtu8k/TniKaQk7vgI/AAAAAAAABgE/M1ccxHzKEFQ/s72-c/2011-09-20_12-23-08_339.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-4289912087475189717</id><published>2011-09-19T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T23:11:38.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>I'm a Little Little Bird =D</title><content type='html'>WAIT, I suddenly remembered another issue with my brother when I went downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you right, that I have not "humbled" him for a long time already. And I mean, a REALLY long time. I just thought he's 14 now, so I shouldn't hit him too much. Wouldn't want it to backfire on me. Hee. Not to mention he's stronger and taller than me now. *Sighs* Nevertheless, when you're someone of my horrific temper, it doesn't matter how big or muscular you are. You will still get hurt. And he knows it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to business. So lately, he's gotten really daring. Out of nowhere, when I wasn't even talking to him, he would insult me with words like "Useless", "Pig", "Idiot", "Noob". Out of NOWHERE. Yeah, real daring huh? And throughout that time, I kept quiet. I just ignored all of it. Yes, people. I have acquired a mountain of patience. I lasted pretty long, almost a month. Then last week, I snapped. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I was already irritated enough that day, and he just reached home and I was supposed to unlock the door. So while I was about to do it, he just went "USELESS". I immediately stopped what I was doing and looked at him. I have a trademark look, you know. Not many has seen it before, but I think it was pretty effective. Whenever I shoot someone that look, their expression always change and they'll keep quiet. I'M SERIOUS. This time I'm really not exaggerating. It's not really an angry look. But more like a cold neutral look, daring you to repeat what you said or did. It's not even a glare. No hint of anger. SO ANYWAY, I shot him that look and trust me, you could practically see his expression change. His eyes got slightly wider. HAHAHAHA. And I have an equally effective trademark tone. Completely neutral. But there's an undercurrent to it, probably. I asked calmly, "What did you say?" And he just kept quiet, looking actually fearful. Then I said, "I'm just keeping quiet for now. Continue what you were doing, and you'll see what happens." And he actually apologized and said he was just joking. My Dad was standing somewhere behind him and I think he heard it too. But he didn't say anything. My family knows I don't snap on the first attempt. I try to be patient till I can't take it anymore. SO JOYYYY. That annoying habit of his stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, my older cousin was making fun of me for always sleeping in the afternoon like a pig. And he was trying to get my brother to agree with him, but my brother kept quiet. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Seriously, I love myself very much. It's a win-win situation. No one gets hurt. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fufff...&lt;/i&gt; feels good to get things out of my head after so long. HAHA. Alright, good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vbWgoOpxwho/TndY4-A8bVI/AAAAAAAABfw/-9mzwI8cmy8/s1600/2011-09-15_22-08-24_541.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vbWgoOpxwho/TndY4-A8bVI/AAAAAAAABfw/-9mzwI8cmy8/s320/2011-09-15_22-08-24_541.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pg9hAIhkmBE/TndXt3xd3gI/AAAAAAAABfg/i33e1a9oTX0/s1600/2011-09-15_21-48-27_399.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pg9hAIhkmBE/TndXt3xd3gI/AAAAAAAABfg/i33e1a9oTX0/s320/2011-09-15_21-48-27_399.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yKhjfPxVRTQ/TndYFTpE4FI/AAAAAAAABfk/eOu8XzNGRfk/s1600/2011-09-15_21-49-03_839.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yKhjfPxVRTQ/TndYFTpE4FI/AAAAAAAABfk/eOu8XzNGRfk/s320/2011-09-15_21-49-03_839.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4Vljsu724g/TndYaJweECI/AAAAAAAABfo/iqpvNAzNFaY/s1600/2011-09-15_21-50-15_308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4Vljsu724g/TndYaJweECI/AAAAAAAABfo/iqpvNAzNFaY/s320/2011-09-15_21-50-15_308.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LT5esJsnHM/TndYwqK-GWI/AAAAAAAABfs/rAPiwzzPX0M/s1600/2011-09-15_21-50-30_994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0LT5esJsnHM/TndYwqK-GWI/AAAAAAAABfs/rAPiwzzPX0M/s320/2011-09-15_21-50-30_994.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOL. It looks as if we were doing an advertisement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qh2LGqhrFdw/TndZONvmGAI/AAAAAAAABf0/CEM3DeHNNbM/s1600/2011-09-15_22-08-55_806.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qh2LGqhrFdw/TndZONvmGAI/AAAAAAAABf0/CEM3DeHNNbM/s320/2011-09-15_22-08-55_806.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gcAn--ODqmA/TndZl7CSn-I/AAAAAAAABf4/Xjdvj6xHBYw/s1600/2011-09-15_22-10-14_131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gcAn--ODqmA/TndZl7CSn-I/AAAAAAAABf4/Xjdvj6xHBYw/s320/2011-09-15_22-10-14_131.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ty7R0Mq-gR4/TndZ3_YHudI/AAAAAAAABf8/V9CsuG5Pt74/s1600/2011-09-15_22-11-01_210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ty7R0Mq-gR4/TndZ3_YHudI/AAAAAAAABf8/V9CsuG5Pt74/s320/2011-09-15_22-11-01_210.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. And my brother's birthday is this Wednesday. I don't even feel like giving him his present anymore. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-4289912087475189717?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4289912087475189717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/09/wait-i-suddenly-remembered-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/4289912087475189717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/4289912087475189717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/09/wait-i-suddenly-remembered-another.html' title='I&apos;m a Little Little Bird =D'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vbWgoOpxwho/TndY4-A8bVI/AAAAAAAABfw/-9mzwI8cmy8/s72-c/2011-09-15_22-08-24_541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-5741481786259627857</id><published>2011-09-19T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T22:22:58.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Man on the Moon</title><content type='html'>Hello, world. I'm still alive and very well. In fact, I believe I have grown another 2 centimetres in height. I can feel it without measuring. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I'm gonna complain a bit about advices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SEE, I am NOT exactly someone who can't take advices well. I CAN, actually, if I think the advice is deserving, or the advice is coming from someone with more experience and maturity than I have. And obviously the advice has to be logical and appropriate. Just because I'm known for my stubbornness, it doesn't mean I hate taking advices. I welcome advices actually. I'm only 18, not 1800 years old with a mammoth's experience. Hey, if those advices work to my advantage, it'll be dumb of me to turn a deaf ear. BUT like I said, it depends on the PERSON giving me the advice. Lately, my brother is acting like he is wayyyy more mature and wiser than I am. Which is SO not true. I act silly and usually have my head in the clouds, but if you know me well enough, you know I can be serious if I want to. When I'm serious, I'm probably one of the most mature person among my circle of friends. =P ANYWAY. Yes, I act immature but IT'S AN ACT, you idiot. The situation is like this: My old maid left and now we have a new maid. She's a little &lt;i&gt;slow&lt;/i&gt; but I like her enough &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;. She seems like a nice person. But sometimes I get frustrated with her slowness. Apparently, after my mum taught her about all the housework, she still couldn't get them done properly. She was scared to turn off the heater's switch 'cause she thought she might be electrocuted. =.= And she attempted to touch the iron to see whether the switch is turned on or not. It was on. =.= Seriously. But I was okay with it, since it didn't really affect me much. Then yesterday, my Mum told me to insert the shoelaces into my shoes myself. Usually the maid does it. And please, I don't think doing that is degrading or anything. I was just frustrated, 'cause yesterday was a frustrating day. Lack of sleep, HAHA. So I acted like a spoilt brat and said," Having a maid makes me feel like we're not having one at all." I just said that in that slightly irritated manner, and I could still smile. It wasn't a big deal and honestly speaking, I was just in a bad mood. So I went downstairs and did my shoelaces. And my LITTLE brother said "Don't complain&lt;i&gt; lah&lt;/i&gt;. It's not very difficult. You have to learn to do it in the future anyway," in that I-am-so-mature-I-am-going-to-lecture-my-big-sister tone. I got even more irritated and shot him a glare. HEY, I wasn't the one who DOESN'T know to insert the shoelaces, doofus. He, on the other hand, needed my aunt to teach him. =.= &amp;nbsp;So this is what I'm saying. DON'T ACT ALL MATURE WITH ME, BRAT. YOU'RE STILL A KID. I lived 4 years longer than you okay. And you know very well who's the mature, wiser one. This is one example of THINKING about WHO you're giving an advice to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing is THINKING about WHAT qualifications you have for advising/lecturing me. I don't accept advices from simply ANYONE. The advice of the day &amp;nbsp;for this kind of people: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH.&lt;/span&gt; You tell me how beautiful and amazing life is and that I should enjoy living, while you go around in a drunken stupor. Not very convincing, ain't it? Just an example. OR you're telling me to move on and get over whatever is bothering me WHILE you go around crowing about how you cry every single night to sleep over what, a breakup? Dudeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to stop people from advising me. Trust me, I take advices as easy as I give them. Which is VERY easy. I have &lt;i&gt;banyak-banyak&lt;/i&gt; advices. HAHA. Just don't give me advices when you have no right to. Please consider the MATURITY factor and the QUALIFICATIONS you have. You can't possibly expect me to accept advices about friendship from an 8-year-old, or expect me to nod along with your constant nonsense about how people my age shouldn't get involved in relationships when you have a boyfriend. That's plain dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRR. YES, I'M MAD. My brother's getting too much lately. He kept lecturing me over nonsense, like how I should be brave to get eating utensils from another customer's table. This coming from a boy who needs his big sister to accompany him and order food for him in McDonald's. REALLY. If he's giving me really important advices, like maybe I'm smoking and he's advising me to stop, that is understandable. But right now, he's giving all those stupid advices like I should learn to insert my shoelaces, to wake up early, to stop taking afternoon naps. And he would purposely say all these in front of adults or my family. Yes, to make me sound like I'm the younger one, and HE is the older one. Seriously, why can't the kids wait to grow up? Don't lecture me, kid. You're not qualified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRR. I haven't physically hurt him for a long time, but if this keeps up, it won't be long. REALLY. GRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pyRFciylbdY/TndPk_IOhEI/AAAAAAAABfc/DlYv6Ptp4Xw/s1600/PF_18092011161904074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pyRFciylbdY/TndPk_IOhEI/AAAAAAAABfc/DlYv6Ptp4Xw/s320/PF_18092011161904074.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm the MAN ON THE MOON, moron. And nobody lectures the MAN ON THE MOON! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-5741481786259627857?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5741481786259627857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/09/man-on-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/5741481786259627857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/5741481786259627857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/09/man-on-moon.html' title='Man on the Moon'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pyRFciylbdY/TndPk_IOhEI/AAAAAAAABfc/DlYv6Ptp4Xw/s72-c/PF_18092011161904074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-5853660684355090674</id><published>2011-09-11T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T23:12:24.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>My First Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>It was a white-hot, scorching love affair that I had with &lt;i&gt;them&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Them. &lt;/i&gt;They were the most coveted, the most adored. Everyone wanted to have them, to be with them. Even my friends. Even my best friends.&amp;nbsp;It started when I was twelve. I was a young, adorable but occasionally frightening, otherwise angelic Standard 6 student. I was ignorant of love, I care not for anyone or anything. At least, not in the way I fell for them. It was insane. Uncontrollable. It was &lt;i&gt;whole. &lt;/i&gt;It was not the puppy love my peers get themselves involve in. It was &lt;i&gt;complete. &lt;/i&gt;I first saw them when my Science teacher, Puan Giam told us about our Science project. &lt;i&gt;They &lt;/i&gt;were supposed to follow us home, and we were supposed to take care of them. &lt;i&gt;Keep them alive &lt;/i&gt;was more like it.&amp;nbsp;I did not understand all the excitement my classmates were feeling. I just felt, annoyed at having to take care of strangers. Annoyed having to be responsible for them. But it all changed when I saw them, and held them in my hands. I felt something then. But I was naive, I did not know anything but the fact that I felt protective of them. Little did I know that feeling of protectiveness was the beginning of a tragic love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took them home with me. Their expressions were neutral. I did not know whether they like my house, or even me. But I know they had no choice. I gave them water. I made sure their beds were soft and comfortable. My teacher told me before, that I didn't need to provide food. They were strong enough to find their own meal. Although I opposed this, I had no idea what they would want to eat. They did not speak my language, nor did I know what language they speak. But we could communicate. We had a language that transcended everything, our own language. They stayed with me for weeks. I ensured they had enough water and space, comfortable resting areas. They were big and still growing, so I had to make sure they were comfortable. I would bring them out everyday and allow them to sit by the windowsills. I lived in the 13th floor of a condominium, where the sun and moon sometimes felt like they were within reach. The winds were strong and I suspected that they liked the feeling of the sun on their skins. That was why I allowed them to sit by the windows although it was dangerous. But I was always there, next to them. I was confident that they would be fine. I talked to them all the time. I told them everything. The fact that they had never replied me did not bother me in the least, because sometimes, I could almost swear I saw them smile at me. A small smile, but a smile nevertheless. Day by day, they became a huge part of who I am. Whenever I had to go out, I made sure they were safe in the house. I thought our blissful life could go on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fine day, that day. Ironically, it was the most painful day of my life at that time. I was chatting to them by the windowsills, as usual. My brother was watching television. They were huge now. Tall. And strong. My Mum yelled at us to hurry. We were supposed to go to my grandmother's house. I wanted to tell them to come inside the house before we leave. However, it was a wonderful day. The sun was shining, and they looked really happy and contented. So I thought I should leave them alone. After all, I was just going out for a few hours, what could possible happen? I pushed my doubts aside, and told them goodbye and that I would be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into the car and my Mum started the engine. The sound of the engine was usually pretty loud. But on that day, it was not. The sound the engine made was drowned by the loud bellowing of the wind. The wind was really strong. I did not feel worried though. After all, I was safe in the car. My Mum pulled out of her parking spot and started driving towards the exit. While in the car, I suddenly had a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Butterflies in the stomach, maybe. Suddenly, there was a loud sound from behind me. My Mum did not hear it, but I could. At that moment, I whimpered "&lt;i&gt;No, nooo, please noo...&lt;/i&gt;" without knowing why. But turning back, and I knew. It was &lt;i&gt;them. &lt;/i&gt;The wind was so strong it blew them off the windowsills. I wanted to help them. I wanted to get out of the car and helped them. But it started raining heavily, and my Mum would not stop the car. I could only look on as they slowly died in front of me. I could feel my heart breaking into broken shards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I promised myself, I would never plant green beans again. Not even for my Science project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA. Dramatic or what? It was all true though. Maybe a little dramatized, but true nevertheless. I really did love those green beans. They were all grown, they even had these amazing green leaves! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I so enjoyed typing this. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r9RLuDqp5Kk/TmzPaUomFhI/AAAAAAAABfY/A3M9J8vQSak/s1600/rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r9RLuDqp5Kk/TmzPaUomFhI/AAAAAAAABfY/A3M9J8vQSak/s320/rose.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-5853660684355090674?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5853660684355090674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-first-heartbreak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/5853660684355090674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/5853660684355090674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-first-heartbreak.html' title='My First Heartbreak'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r9RLuDqp5Kk/TmzPaUomFhI/AAAAAAAABfY/A3M9J8vQSak/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-4769853618552650756</id><published>2011-09-11T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:20:24.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Life Lesson Number I-Don't-Know</title><content type='html'>Howdy, mates. Aww, I can hear the joyful sounds you're making at hearing my voice. Or in this case, seeing my blog post. I apologize for my long absence. I actually wanted to blog about a lot of things but, I tend to blog everything in my brain-blog so when it comes to the real deal like blogging in blogspot, my mood to blog disappears. I mean, who would want to blog about the same thing twice right? =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway anyway! Of course, Professor Ray here will not come back if it's not to share another life lesson to you fellow corns (I know it spoils a pun when you have to explain it, but I can't resist. &lt;i&gt;Setahun jagung, &lt;/i&gt;get it?). Today, I'm going to tell you about the importance of seeing the BIG picture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you see, in life, there are a lot of hard decisions to make. You arrive at crossroads more often than you like, trying to make the right decision for yourself and your future. And sometimes, the decision you make may not be right for everyone. Because you can't live to please everyone, even if you try. For example, while you think that blood red frilly lace bra is gonna make your husband happy when you wear it, the woman who was on her way to buy the very bra you were holding before you swept in ignorantly to take it right before her eyes is glaring daggers at you. See, you can't make everyone happy. And there are also decisions that may be the best solution at that time, but it may hurt a lot of people. Like maybe that tight pink latex dress was the only clean piece of clothing available in your closet and you desperately needed something to wear. So at that time, the best decision was to wear that tight pink latex dress. But while it was the best decision, wearing it made you look like a walking angry siren, and it was making everyone who laid their eyes on you turn blind. Tragic, but true. These things happen. So, to make such decisions easier for you, we're gonna learn how to look at the BIG picture, and minus the small details. For example, someone says to you, "Hey, you're looking really hot in that dress although you'll look hotter if your legs aren't as huge as an elephant's legs." Now let's read that again in a different way.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"Hey, you're looking really &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; in that dress&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; although you'll look hotter if your legs aren't as huge as an elephant's legs." &lt;/span&gt;So what do you say? "Thanks! You look hot too, although I saw a gorilla wearing the same dress you're wearing when I visited the zoo last week. But hey, you look great in it." And if that person you said that too knows how to look at the big picture, he or she probably won't fall into severe depression if they ever get to meet me. Alright! I'm sure you get the lesson. So now, a quick test!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pyrn-KboY3g/TmzAWEdrqQI/AAAAAAAABfQ/6fqwd9XtqTA/s1600/11092011016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pyrn-KboY3g/TmzAWEdrqQI/AAAAAAAABfQ/6fqwd9XtqTA/s400/11092011016.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ehM10x2Aauk/TmzAllTjREI/AAAAAAAABfU/VOAy-9UmJHM/s1600/11092011017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ehM10x2Aauk/TmzAllTjREI/AAAAAAAABfU/VOAy-9UmJHM/s200/11092011017.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look at the BIG PICTURE. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BIG PICTURE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. If you suspect I'm typing this long-winded post to show off this awesome wristband Sal bought for me, then yes, you're right. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. This is the first time I'm blogging using the new interface. And Blogger wants me to manually search for my location. =.= I got a C for Geography and the only thing I was ever grateful for while being in Form 4 and 5 was that I DIDN'T HAVE TO TAKE GEOGRAPHY. I COULDN'T EVEN DIFFERENTIATE MY LEFT AND RIGHT UNTIL I WAS IN WHAT, FORM ONE? I should sue Blogger. =.= Discrimination against people who are directionally-challenged. Grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-4769853618552650756?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4769853618552650756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-lesson-number-i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/4769853618552650756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/4769853618552650756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-lesson-number-i-dont-know.html' title='Life Lesson Number I-Don&apos;t-Know'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pyrn-KboY3g/TmzAWEdrqQI/AAAAAAAABfQ/6fqwd9XtqTA/s72-c/11092011016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-6388924617233186782</id><published>2011-08-29T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T18:15:08.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Zookeeper</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Wow. My Mandarin has really became terrible. I wanted to tell my Mum in Mandarin that the maid is watering the plants, and I ended up saying "&lt;i&gt;Ta jai siram tumbuhan&lt;/i&gt;" which means "she is &lt;i&gt;siram&lt;/i&gt;-ing the &lt;i&gt;tumbuhan&lt;/i&gt;". Yes, seriously. I was like "Okayyyy", but at that moment I really had no idea what to say. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway! Today was AWESOME. Too bad Fatso and Ah Peng couldn't join us but there's always next week. Lulu came with us for the movie but missed out on the photography session. I supposed that's a good thing since my reputation is destroyed. &lt;i&gt;Nah&lt;/i&gt;, just kidding. My reputation is too great to be destroyed. Makes people feel closer to me that way. I'm a people person. HAHAHAHAHAHA. Wee, Mother Hen, Yen, Lulu and I went to AEON King Hill to watch the Zookeeper. And I think we were the noisiest there. =X There weren't many people. So it was quite quiet but throughout the movie, we were extremely responsive. HAHAHAHA. We kept going "WHOA!" really loudly in unison whenever something happened in the movie. And we laughed like psychopaths whenever we saw that dumb giraffe and the awesome brilliant monkey speak. HAHAHAHA Wee and I were fighting over who had the most screen time. And you know the reason why we chose to watch Zookeeper? 'Cause it had a monkey (me), a giraffe (Wee), an elephant on a diet (Yen), a frog (Mother Hen) but no platypuses, so I guess Lulu will have to be the gorilla. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA. Seriously, I think we really annoyed the other cinema-goers. We kept going "WHOA!" and "WOW!" and "OMG!", yeah, really acting like some&lt;i&gt; kampung &lt;/i&gt;people. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after that, we went all around the place to find my "cannot-let-my-parents-know" item, but AEON doesn't have it. Buffalo. Bought three packs of soap and left, since the Platypus needed to go for her taekwondo lessons. Yeah,&lt;i&gt; selalu &lt;/i&gt;abandon us for her muscle-building session. ISHHHH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played cards for a while. I think I've been friends with these guys for too long, I could easily tell whenever they were lying while we were playing the Bluff game. Either that, or I'm just TOO good. HAHAHAHA. The Mother-Son pair is in their prime today! Then snapped A LOT of photos. I looked like a retard. =.= Therefore, most photos will remain hidden in my laptop. =P Except some Yen uploaded in FB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun fun fun day. I didn't realize how much I actually wanted to see them. Yes, even you, Vi Vian. HAHAHAHA. I haven't seen the others for so long. Kia Hooi and Kern Yeung are even shorter than I remembered. HAHAHAHAHA. And Yen and Vi Vian are like coconut trees. HAHAHAHA. Next up, YEOW LI PENG and LEE SIEW LI. You guys better make sure I see you before my holidays end or I'm gonna be REALLY mad.&lt;i&gt; Hmph&lt;/i&gt;. And just so you know, Fatso, I wasn't using you as my driver. I really needed to see a familiar face that day, and you're the nearest. HAHA. Lipids, let's go bowling. =D And karaoke-ing!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till we meet again. And you know what, I can REALLY spend the whole day staring at my blog. It looks SO awesome. HAHAHA. Which reminds me, I did something so epic today, and this Kern Yeung, who was holding her camera in her hand, DID NOT take a photo. SHEESH. THE BALL WENT IN OKAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And let's talk about the future. To make things very clear, NO, I am not going to be a&amp;nbsp;gynaecologist, but YES, I am going to deliver my friends' babies. I'll just bribe the&amp;nbsp;gynaecologist&amp;nbsp;in charge. I have it all figured out. You'll be sedated, but right before you drift off to unconsciousness, you'll see my beautiful face smiling down at you. You'll feel so happy and reassured to see my face that you'll fight to stay conscious but unfortunately, the sedative will be too strong. Then, I'll deliver your babies. And I will be the first to hold them in my arms, and I will say "Welcome to Earth, godson/daughter." And I will smile to him/her like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-av2C6jVo2vE/TltYek5rpRI/AAAAAAAABe8/us_K5KAvkOU/s1600/DSC_0842.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-av2C6jVo2vE/TltYek5rpRI/AAAAAAAABe8/us_K5KAvkOU/s320/DSC_0842.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I took this photo when I was meddling with my phone while studying for SPM. It was actually scary so I didn't delete it. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Honestly, I don't understand why Vi Vian said the babies will be traumatised for life. I don't see any reason why they will be, since the first face they see is the face of the awesomest person on Earth. Now, now, don't be jealous. I can always deliver your babies too. All you have to do is ask. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dj0ELexL564/Tlo5Jct_3eI/AAAAAAAABd0/PUuIn7ZLyQo/s1600/_DSC6649+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dj0ELexL564/Tlo5Jct_3eI/AAAAAAAABd0/PUuIn7ZLyQo/s320/_DSC6649+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See the PLATYPUS I added? 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text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. Supposed to post this yesterday but the photos were loading OH-SO-SLOWLY. So let's pretend it's still Sunday. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-6388924617233186782?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6388924617233186782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/zookeeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/6388924617233186782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/6388924617233186782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/zookeeper.html' title='Zookeeper'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-av2C6jVo2vE/TltYek5rpRI/AAAAAAAABe8/us_K5KAvkOU/s72-c/DSC_0842.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-7274001007011006105</id><published>2011-08-27T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T22:33:19.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Running from Lions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;SO SO SO, WHAT DO YOU THINK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my blog's new look. I like it, although it seems a bit messier than my usual style. But nevermind, it's my masterpiece okay. Now, I feel like I can spend the whole day just staring at my blog. Whenever I open this page, I just go O.O WOW. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's slightly different, in the sense that it seems brighter now? I don't like bright colours, if you notice. So my blog's background was always dark. But now it's WHITE. &lt;i&gt;Fufff&lt;/i&gt;, super contrast. But I couldn't bring myself to start using other colours like pink, yellow etc. So the fonts are all still blue and grey. WHATEVER &lt;i&gt;LAH&lt;/i&gt;. It looks awesome. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out for dinner earlier. I have the&amp;nbsp;silliest&amp;nbsp;parents ever, seriously. Thanks to them, I laughed so hard I really almost cried in the restaurant. I think my chair almost broke. HAHAHAHA. My Mum's Mandarin is pretty bad, almost like mine. So earlier, she wanted to ask "How does this dish taste?", but ended up asking "How does this dish feel?" AND SHE SAID IT TWICE. HAHAHAHAHAHA. And my Dad said something I don't remember, but I remember laughing really hard and my Mum laughed so hard her tea spilt. And my Dad wanted to say "Vietnam" but ended up saying "Viet Liam". HAHAHAHA. SERIOUSLY. OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going out tomorrow, with Yen, Lulu, Wee and Mother Hen. Too bad Peng and Fatso can't join us. But am I glad to be going out. Was supposed to go out with my classmates yesterday for laser tag. And I really really wanted to go. I even went as far as arranging my transport. But for the first time, my parents were really against it 'cause they said now is the &lt;i&gt;balik kampung &lt;/i&gt;time for the Malays&amp;nbsp;for Raya so the KTM is dangerous. So what to do, being a good daughter, I stayed at home. *Sighs* But it's alright! I told them I'm definitely going next week. Now I'll have to find victims to go with me. I've been wanting to play laser tag ever since I saw Barney Stinson played it. =/ It's in my bucket list, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over, holidays have started! I've been sleeping for 14 hours. Joy to the WORLDDDDDDDD! Been having a lot of weird dreams lately. They're so weird, that they're even scaring me somehow. I kept waking up with my eyes wide open. And the worse thing is, those dreams are no longer those impossible dreams. Hitting a bit too close to home, maybe. Oh well. I better start going to the temple. HAHAHAHA. RIGHT. As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Nothing much to say. See ya around. Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, my Monster Truck's being REALLY stupid lately. So if you need to contact me, contact me through Facebook. Or my friends, since they have my parents' phone numbers. HAHAHAHAHAHA. I dare you. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4do9InvoDrQ/Tlj_FHRFqFI/AAAAAAAABdw/g-49NTB2xBA/s1600/3some+07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4do9InvoDrQ/Tlj_FHRFqFI/AAAAAAAABdw/g-49NTB2xBA/s320/3some+07.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-7274001007011006105?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7274001007011006105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/running-from-lions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/7274001007011006105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/7274001007011006105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/running-from-lions.html' title='Running from Lions'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4do9InvoDrQ/Tlj_FHRFqFI/AAAAAAAABdw/g-49NTB2xBA/s72-c/3some+07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-5534141118195590911</id><published>2011-08-24T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:08:28.585+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Lesson on Maths</title><content type='html'>Okay, everybody. Let's learn about mathematical arguments today, taught by Professor Ray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;First example:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Argument 1: When you see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DfCb6h1BGYk/TlT7IRQ8OnI/AAAAAAAABcQ/cZo4pmxAK68/s1600/DSC_0312.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DfCb6h1BGYk/TlT7IRQ8OnI/AAAAAAAABcQ/cZo4pmxAK68/s320/DSC_0312.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argument 2: And you do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GYWLflC8_JE/TlT4vYO6RhI/AAAAAAAABcM/le8ExlDBC28/s1600/C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GYWLflC8_JE/TlT4vYO6RhI/AAAAAAAABcM/le8ExlDBC28/s320/C.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: You'll feel like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Th2uD6n85Q/TlT7mm3LpSI/AAAAAAAABcY/owd0EhPKlvI/s1600/men-s-t-shirt-like-a-boss-meme-per-diems-com_design.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4Th2uD6n85Q/TlT7mm3LpSI/AAAAAAAABcY/owd0EhPKlvI/s1600/men-s-t-shirt-like-a-boss-meme-per-diems-com_design.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second example:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argument 1: When you see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sffl_Dq61_Y/TlT7lZkJ3EI/AAAAAAAABcU/1FJo5PtVNBY/s1600/DSC_0313.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sffl_Dq61_Y/TlT7lZkJ3EI/AAAAAAAABcU/1FJo5PtVNBY/s320/DSC_0313.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Argument 2: But you do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GYWLflC8_JE/TlT4vYO6RhI/AAAAAAAABcM/le8ExlDBC28/s1600/C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="62" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GYWLflC8_JE/TlT4vYO6RhI/AAAAAAAABcM/le8ExlDBC28/s320/C.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: You'll feel like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u8mleX9DuUg/TlT8j4mIgPI/AAAAAAAABcc/CWGbu-8J1oY/s1600/Raisins_Face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u8mleX9DuUg/TlT8j4mIgPI/AAAAAAAABcc/CWGbu-8J1oY/s320/Raisins_Face.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I had the exact same expression, except I looked better. And I have hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;To the POTHEAD (I don't know what that word means nor do I know whether such a word exists or not, but it sounds badass enough HAHAHA) who typed the question papers, next time, please use magnifying glasses to prevent such mistakes from happening. Grrrrrr. Don't make me distort my beautiful face okay. UGHHHHH, ONE MARK GONE LIKE THAT! POOF! A MAGIC TRICK BETTER THAN HOUDINI! DISAPPEARED WITHOUT A TRACE. YOU POTHEAD. I hope you step on dog poop next whole week. ROARRRRRRRRRR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UZogbHC_jTU/TlUEIgrOwfI/AAAAAAAABcg/0ZzzezQXZ0g/s1600/pothead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UZogbHC_jTU/TlUEIgrOwfI/AAAAAAAABcg/0ZzzezQXZ0g/s320/pothead.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, I drew it. My brilliant art. I'm like the Malaysian Picasso. HAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And that's the end of the lesson for today. Have a wonderful evening. And I realized that people actually rejoice in my misfortune. The status I posted in Facebook about this incident received more likes than the other statuses I have posted in the past. Generation's gone sadistic huh? HAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And three simple words. Happy birthday, Uncle. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-5534141118195590911?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5534141118195590911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/lesson-on-maths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/5534141118195590911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/5534141118195590911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/lesson-on-maths.html' title='Lesson on Maths'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DfCb6h1BGYk/TlT7IRQ8OnI/AAAAAAAABcQ/cZo4pmxAK68/s72-c/DSC_0312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-3258781279264317157</id><published>2011-08-22T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T20:59:44.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>ZOOOO-OOOOO-OOOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>You know what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should just stab myself in the heart and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't mind me. I'm going to be emo &amp;nbsp;these few days. HAHA. You can say today's exam papers contributed a BIG part to my current state, including severe sleep deprivation and self-realization about my attitude problems. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, so sorry. So sorry for everything. I wish you can hear me. I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's like since exams started right, it's not as if I did everything well. But I still tried my very best to remain positive, to keep telling myself what's over is over, so move on. But TODAY, &lt;i&gt;fuffffff&lt;/i&gt;, I can tell you my burning spirit has been completely and thoroughly broken. I don't even feel like studying anymore. After I handed in the last paper, I felt drained. I didn't even feel like talking. Yeah, I believe last night's 3-hour sleep was a contributing factor. Yeah. 3 HOURS OF SLEEP. I'm a superhuman. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, only two more days in hell. TWO more days. I can do it. I cannnnn. I need to de-stress &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;, seriously. WHY AM I TAKING EXAM TRIALS SO SERIOUSLY, I DON'T KNOW. BUT THIS IS KILLING ME, THAT I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even feel like ranting. I'm so tired, you know? =( LOL, why are you going all melodramatic, Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ANYWAY. I DON'T CARE ALREADY &lt;i&gt;LAH&lt;/i&gt;. UGHHHHHHHHH. If all is not well, I'll just wait outside Bill Gates' house and save him from an accident or what, then he'll feel so indebted to me that he wants to help me to be successful. And that's how I will become Rachel Gates, Bill Gates' adopted daughter. HAH! Totally realistic scenario. I so rule this world. *shakes head in disbelief at self's awesomeness*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S&lt;u&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;If you love me, if you TRULY love me, you'll bring me to the zoo. *hopeful innocent eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sgfG_O2pSQ/TlJPS4cJvcI/AAAAAAAABcE/kwM6x8OSJpI/s1600/stupiddreams_300.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sgfG_O2pSQ/TlJPS4cJvcI/AAAAAAAABcE/kwM6x8OSJpI/s1600/stupiddreams_300.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And I realized one thing. Whenever things get me down, first I'll go all depressed and moody. Then I'll suddenly be really mad. And then finally, I'll go into my "I don't care anymore!" mode. It's like a process. OKAY. THIS IS A WASTE OF SPACE. NOW, BYE BYE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So why did the chicken cross the road? How would I know, go ask the chicken yourself. OMG, I NEED TO STOP TYPING. BYEEEEE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I kinda miss listening to Yellowcard. Youtubing them now. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-3258781279264317157?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3258781279264317157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/zoooo-ooooo-oooooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/3258781279264317157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/3258781279264317157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/zoooo-ooooo-oooooooo.html' title='ZOOOO-OOOOO-OOOOOOOO'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sgfG_O2pSQ/TlJPS4cJvcI/AAAAAAAABcE/kwM6x8OSJpI/s72-c/stupiddreams_300.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-7780937762130527760</id><published>2011-08-18T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T19:53:06.189+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><title type='text'>GROWLLLLLLLLLLLLLL</title><content type='html'>BUFFALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID CHEM PRACTICAL EXAM! No time to finish at all! I freaking left the last page BLANK! BLANK! CLEAN! EMPTY! BLANK! COMPLETELY BLANK! WTFFFFFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR, I'M GOING TO BAN CHEMISTRY IN MY FUTURE COUNTRY! BANNED! BANNED! BANNEDDDDDD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEMISTRY = STUPIDEST, MOST TORTUROUS SUBJECT MADE BY MANKIND FOR MANKIND. To the buffalo who created Chemistry, thank you very much. I wish you had just gone and find a wife or husband instead! He or she would have kept you busy, busy enough NOT to create this ass subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;DIE, CHEMISTRY. JUST DIE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. First I was soooo depressed, I kept whining all the way till my classmates from another lab could hear my voice. HAHA. Then suddenly, in the car, I got high and started singing. DRUNK ON DEPRESSION YO! I wish I'm a lion, I sure feel like roaring right now! ROAARRRRRRRRRRRR! I NEED A PICK-ME-UP! LOLLIPOPS AND ICE CREAMS, WHERE ARE YOU, DAMNNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1QTHTLQHms/Tkz8gFTHGWI/AAAAAAAABcA/RhMkf18JTlU/s1600/thing.17171927.l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1QTHTLQHms/Tkz8gFTHGWI/AAAAAAAABcA/RhMkf18JTlU/s1600/thing.17171927.l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-7780937762130527760?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7780937762130527760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/growllllllllllllll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/7780937762130527760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/7780937762130527760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/growllllllllllllll.html' title='GROWLLLLLLLLLLLLLL'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1QTHTLQHms/Tkz8gFTHGWI/AAAAAAAABcA/RhMkf18JTlU/s72-c/thing.17171927.l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-608638903323349369</id><published>2011-08-14T21:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T21:50:37.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Your faith walks on broken glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/q1RKr4pWOqs/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q1RKr4pWOqs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q1RKr4pWOqs&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For best experience, use Logitech headphones. Or just turning up the volume of your speakers till the ground shakes works too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOOOOO, ALL TIME LOW IS ON HITZ FM! It makes me feel like I just lost my daughter to some man who practises polygamy. The same feeling I got when I first heard McFLY on radio. *Sighs* I know, I know. I shouldn't be so possessive. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to studying.&lt;i&gt; Adui.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-608638903323349369?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/608638903323349369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/your-faith-walks-on-broken-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/608638903323349369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/608638903323349369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/your-faith-walks-on-broken-glass.html' title='Your faith walks on broken glass'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-1873292866391102303</id><published>2011-08-03T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:46:34.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Dear God Again,</title><content type='html'>Hello, everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, shocking to see I'm still online at this time (It's already 12.23 a.m.). That's cause I'm not going to college tomorrow. Parents have to attend a relative's funeral tomorrow and I have to take care of my brother. They went tonight too, and they're still not home yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, but, to prove that I'm not slacking, I finished my Chem practical! HAHA. And I honestly didn't want to skip tomorrow, I even went as far as to finish that revision workshop question papers for tomorrow. But obviously, I'm not at all devastated about not going. More sleep for me, who wouldn't want that? Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Li Peng wants me to start writing more happy,&lt;i&gt; siao &lt;/i&gt;posts, instead of the previous moody posts. I know, I want that too, but nowadays, really &lt;i&gt;takde mood lah.&lt;/i&gt; Am I sad, I don't know. But it's bringing back a lot of memories, that I've avoided thinking for some time. Maybe that's why I'm keeping myself busy. =/ 'Cause even I was surprised at how motivated I was in doing my homework &lt;i&gt;padahal&lt;/i&gt; I am always a lazy person. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy posts, coming soon! I hope. For now, just bear with me. I promise I'll get back on my feet, but just for a while, let me whine. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, in the past, I used to believe in God. I honestly did. To me, he was the one person I turn to whenever I was in trouble (which was ALOT). Then things happened, bad things. But I still believed he was there, that he exists for everyone, just not for me. Then gradually, I became mad. I shunned everything that was connected to him. And now, I suppose I no longer think he exists. If he does, things would be different. I know, I don't deserve to be happy, I'm not that nice. But she does. She is the most beautiful person I have ever known. So why does she have to go on hurting? Does it make sense? Well, God, if you exist, I want you to know that I think you're really cruel. There, I said it. But I know you're not listening. You never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Where were you when everything was falling apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;All my days were spent by the telephone that never rang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;And all I needed was a call that never came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;To the corner of 1st and Amistad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lost and insecure,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lying on the floor&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Surrounded, surrounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Why'd you have to wait?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Where were you? Where were you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Just a little late&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;You found me, you found me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-1873292866391102303?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1873292866391102303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-god-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/1873292866391102303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/1873292866391102303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/08/dear-god-again.html' title='Dear God Again,'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-7625060238873085737</id><published>2011-07-30T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T20:11:36.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God,</title><content type='html'>Over and over again. Over and over again. Over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had to make us feel this way over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like you can't stand watching us happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-7625060238873085737?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7625060238873085737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/7625060238873085737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/7625060238873085737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-god.html' title='Dear God,'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-9021080489157057880</id><published>2011-07-24T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T16:18:39.066+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I Better Pray</title><content type='html'>Dear everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in the bathroom today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it won't leave any lasting effects. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta admit, that was the best wake-up call I have ever had. HAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-9021080489157057880?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9021080489157057880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-better-pray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/9021080489157057880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/9021080489157057880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-better-pray.html' title='I Better Pray'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-3742409946341775014</id><published>2011-07-22T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T22:41:31.281+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Dear Candle Princess,</title><content type='html'>*Sighs* I didn't really want to blog, too lazy. But I'm bored! And the worst thing is, I was doing practically nothing and I realized it's almost ten p.m. already. ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall dedicate this post to &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Lim Wei Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Yes, she demanded for one. What to do, I need to keep my fans happy. HAHAHAHA. This girl, one look at her and you'll think she's so innocent and the good-girl type. At least that's what I thought UNTIL I found out she went to a pub before. &lt;i&gt;ISH MENGECEWAKAN&lt;/i&gt;. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't really close back in secondary school. I was friends with Kim who was really close to Wei Li back then. And when I talked to Kim, Wei Li would be there. And the reason I remembered her was that one time I went to talk to Kim (I also had a habit of striking up a conversation with my friends' friends back then), I asked Wei Li a question and instead of looking at me and answering my question, she answered my question by telling Kim and Kim had to relay the message to me despite the fact that I was standing right in front of her. =.= I remembered thinking "Okayyyy, that was weird." HAHAHAHAHAHA. Then we were in the same class for Form 4 (or so she told me HAHAHAHA). But I think we really got close after college started 'cause she would normally wait at my house before going home. And you know how I love to&lt;i&gt; ermm...&lt;/i&gt;communicate, building good relationships with people. HAHAHAHA. So yeah, even though it's just a short period of time, she kinda knows a lot about me. *Sighs* Me and my big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. Not really&lt;i&gt; lah&lt;/i&gt;. Her personality is to be blamed as well. Somehow right, she gives me the feeling that I can just say stuff to her without having to think multiple times whether what I say will offend her or not. I have some friends where I have to actually think multiple times before saying what's on my mind. And I feel that having this kind of relationship is really tiring, you know. So I'm glad Wei Li is not that kind of friend. You can just talk to her and she won't judge you. At least that's the feeling I get when I'm with her. She's kinda shy, I think, when you first know her. But once you get to know her, then you'll realize that beneath that tiny sunlight-phobic body, is a super crazy pervert. No wonder why she and Wei Wei are best friends. Having Wei Wei and Kim as friends can really corrupt my innocent mind, and now Wei Li. Triple attack! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today she created a word, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Rachelism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;". It's a religion. You can guess what kind of religion just by looking at the holy name. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA. And enough &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;, I typed so long, you better be happy, LIM WEI LI. AND STOP LIKING ALL MY PHOTOS! 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p6Lv_qQUpIk/TigZ-1J1VLI/AAAAAAAABbU/UhKR3oatEfY/s1600/satya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="251" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p6Lv_qQUpIk/TigZ-1J1VLI/AAAAAAAABbU/UhKR3oatEfY/s320/satya.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! &lt;b&gt;Mr Satya is my Maths lecturer&lt;/b&gt;! OMG James is insane. HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-8685286760810302561?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8685286760810302561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/07/running-in-circles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/8685286760810302561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/8685286760810302561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/07/running-in-circles.html' title='Running in Circles'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p6Lv_qQUpIk/TigZ-1J1VLI/AAAAAAAABbU/UhKR3oatEfY/s72-c/satya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-1938366784928749801</id><published>2011-07-20T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:31:34.096+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Better Than Chuck Norris, It Seems =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/un60RISzE-A/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/un60RISzE-A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/un60RISzE-A&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Holy cowpie. He can sing. First a computer geek, then a spy and now a singer! You're the man, Chuck Bartowski. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should be studying. Chem test tomorrow. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-1938366784928749801?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1938366784928749801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/07/better-than-chuck-norris-it-seems-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/1938366784928749801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/1938366784928749801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/07/better-than-chuck-norris-it-seems-d.html' title='Better Than Chuck Norris, It Seems =D'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-8260962480652606451</id><published>2011-07-09T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T21:00:13.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prefects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gathering'/><title type='text'>Saya Rasa Macam Nak Kahwin Awak- Bruno Marikh</title><content type='html'>You know, my friends used to say that I'm a good listener, I'm pretty good in comforting people, saying the right things and all that. But there are two types of pain that people experience that I can never relieve them from, the pain of losing someone you love and the pain of knowing you're gonna lose someone you love. That's when I feel so useless, like I know I should say something to comfort them, the words are there in my head but I can't say them out without sounding bitter, because I know the truth. I can't make myself say something that I myself don't believe in. It's not going to be happy ending, as much as I hate to say that. Like earlier, when I was reading a friend's blog, I know what she's going through. But I couldn't say a single word. I felt like a fish gasping for air, except I was trying to get the words out of my mouth but I couldn't. &lt;i&gt;Haha. &lt;/i&gt;I have a feeling if this goes on, one day I might just choke myself on words and die. HAHA. No&lt;i&gt; lah&lt;/i&gt;, I'm not &lt;i&gt;emo-ing&lt;/i&gt; okay. I'm perfectly fine. I'm just stating a fact. My dad especially, really knows how to get to me. By bringing up memories of my aunt and uncle when we are talking about something pretty&amp;nbsp;irrelevant. *Sighs* I think my parents do that just to make me show some human emotions 'cause I'm quite an apathetic person at home. Like nothing can get to me, nothing's a big deal etc. Oh well. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyyy, today was my ex-school (it feels weird, typing EX-school =.=)'s prefects' gathering 2011. Yeah, ex-seniors were invited and me, being the &lt;i&gt;semangat&lt;/i&gt; one, I reached Dewan Hamzah 20 minutes earlier than the starting time, only to have the event start 2 hours and 20 minutes later. Like what the heck. But &lt;i&gt;takpe&lt;/i&gt;, 'cause my main objective was to meet up with my mates anyway. And I did, except now I realized that all my friends are pure Malaysians. The invitation letter stated 12 o'clock, they came at least 15 minutes later than that. *Sighs* &lt;i&gt;Budak Malaysia tulen&lt;/i&gt;. I'm the only one who was early, with Kern Yeung (I think she reached early 'cause I called her to hurry HAHA). ANYWAY, the gathering was fun. No offence, but I think it was better than last year's gathering in school. It was so darn hot back then. I was sweating like some mad cow. HAHA. Performances were pretty good, games were quite good too. It was fun. Congrats to the committee! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gotta get started on my Physics project. Egg, I'M COMING TO SAVE YOU. Yeah, the name of the project is SAVE THE EGG. HAHAHAHAHA WHAT A JOKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UARcf6Ajbj0/ThhP7c_WWrI/AAAAAAAABbQ/Z5zl1DoZDgU/s1600/39723_416782995266_745470266_4959458_1624441_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UARcf6Ajbj0/ThhP7c_WWrI/AAAAAAAABbQ/Z5zl1DoZDgU/s320/39723_416782995266_745470266_4959458_1624441_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hasta la vista, &lt;i&gt;bayi!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kalau kamu haiwan, koyakkan lantai!&lt;/i&gt; HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-8260962480652606451?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8260962480652606451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/07/saya-rasa-macam-nak-kahwin-awak-bruno.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/8260962480652606451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/8260962480652606451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/07/saya-rasa-macam-nak-kahwin-awak-bruno.html' title='Saya Rasa Macam Nak Kahwin Awak- Bruno Marikh'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UARcf6Ajbj0/ThhP7c_WWrI/AAAAAAAABbQ/Z5zl1DoZDgU/s72-c/39723_416782995266_745470266_4959458_1624441_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-879974904500919986</id><published>2011-06-16T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T22:01:10.518+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;"My father believed in a righteous God. Deus volt, that was his motto— 'because God wills it.' It was the Crusaders' motto, and they went out to battle and were slaughtered, just like my father. And when I saw him lying dead in a pool of his own blood, I knew then that I hadn't stopped believing in God. I'd just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I don't think it matters. Either way, we're on our own."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-&lt;/i&gt; Jace, City of Bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-879974904500919986?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/879974904500919986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/06/city-of-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/879974904500919986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/879974904500919986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/06/city-of-bones.html' title='City of Bones'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-5372991116928464258</id><published>2011-06-11T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T19:31:00.770+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Dear Small White,</title><content type='html'>Wen Lee told me to do a post for her, I don't know why. HAHAHA. And I don't know what to write.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And she wants her photos here too. Sooooo....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PBPAqbAmRew/TfNJpJP09-I/AAAAAAAABa0/KZx6UaQqY-c/s1600/222746_10150167668564856_695044855_6741009_4513336_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PBPAqbAmRew/TfNJpJP09-I/AAAAAAAABa0/KZx6UaQqY-c/s320/222746_10150167668564856_695044855_6741009_4513336_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M87jEmI9BL4/TfNJrnYzGDI/AAAAAAAABa8/XICTt3oWaTM/s1600/224218_10150191434855073_682125072_7114035_3621006_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M87jEmI9BL4/TfNJrnYzGDI/AAAAAAAABa8/XICTt3oWaTM/s320/224218_10150191434855073_682125072_7114035_3621006_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E79stoMNgCU/TfNJtEh55MI/AAAAAAAABbA/J0JTEwbLQ-g/s1600/230871_10150167668834856_695044855_6741015_7751887_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E79stoMNgCU/TfNJtEh55MI/AAAAAAAABbA/J0JTEwbLQ-g/s320/230871_10150167668834856_695044855_6741015_7751887_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xiZ0M7b0Fsg/TfNK51Y1UhI/AAAAAAAABbE/2CIxHouigbY/s1600/DSC00211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xiZ0M7b0Fsg/TfNK51Y1UhI/AAAAAAAABbE/2CIxHouigbY/s320/DSC00211.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nChxFJgvUhc/TfNNMPe9V0I/AAAAAAAABbM/te5uskNtPag/s1600/P1070313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nChxFJgvUhc/TfNNMPe9V0I/AAAAAAAABbM/te5uskNtPag/s320/P1070313.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This girl is very funny, especially when she's fussing about her looks. HAHA. I can honestly tell you though, she's really really nice. Unless you sit next to her with stinky clothes and smelly feet, then *coughs*. HAHAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The end. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-5372991116928464258?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5372991116928464258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-small-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/5372991116928464258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/5372991116928464258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-small-white.html' title='Dear Small White,'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PBPAqbAmRew/TfNJpJP09-I/AAAAAAAABa0/KZx6UaQqY-c/s72-c/222746_10150167668564856_695044855_6741009_4513336_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-6043667427650214485</id><published>2011-06-11T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T18:53:18.920+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Dear Tutor,</title><content type='html'>To Shawn Ng Weng Ming, besides for Miss Black Hole, you're the first person to get a blog post, dedicated solely to you. Be very honoured. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a short post to tell you that we WILL miss you, definitely. You're a very huge part of PM12. It's like thinking of Taylor's College, of PM12, you're automatically involved. And you're one of the best tutors I have. My studies in Taylor's is gonna suffer ever more now without you, cikgu. =( I'll never forget how you so very kindly summarise the whole Kinematics chapter for me in a piece of paper. I never did understand Projectile Motion. So I will treasure that piece of paper! HAHAHA. And how we all used teamwork to survive through Physics test. Instead of studying for tests or paying attention to the teachers, we would play Jungle Speed. Mr Lau even took away our "God" and we still continued playing using a glue stick. HAHAHA. That was funny. By the way, the method you taught me to find the frequency to draw the graphs for Maths was SUPER USEFUL! Thank you so much, seriously. And you're a really good friend too, of course. Not just as a tutor. All those funny moments, those veggie jokes. You breaking out into sudden dance moves. Or suddenly singing some funeral songs. HAHAHAHAHA. And that time when all of us were packed like sardines in Jason's car when we went to A &amp;amp; W. That was really fun too. Jason and Wee Minn especially will feel your absence. All your nonsensical jokes and discussions. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously &lt;i&gt;lah&lt;/i&gt;, we will miss you, you know. I kinda feel very &lt;i&gt;tak sampai hati&lt;/i&gt; to lose you, friend and tutor. =/ But you have a very bright future ahead! You're gonna be a genetics engineer, and then when you're all OLD and SHORT (Yes, you will shrink! It's the fate of all those taller than me), you'll be a lecturer in the University of Cambridge. But before that, you'll be hanging out with all those rich kids in Cempaka International School. Just so you know, they'll never be as awesome as we are but hey, sometimes you have to make do with second best. Hee. And you might have to face a lot of trees in the future, so don't forget Professor Rachel's Jungle Philosophy okay. And come visit us whenever you can, NOT just your TDC &lt;i&gt;kawan&lt;/i&gt;s okay. And we can still hang out in Sunway Pyramid on Fridays. HAHA. We still haven't helped Jason pick his swimming trunks. HAHAHAHAHA. ICE SKATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all the best in everything you do. Forget us, and we'll come after you. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rrT91A9EXA/TfM_0e9aLNI/AAAAAAAABak/wJnYJmnPkw8/s1600/P1070328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rrT91A9EXA/TfM_0e9aLNI/AAAAAAAABak/wJnYJmnPkw8/s320/P1070328.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmm-GYf2QZ0/TfNBIqdTF6I/AAAAAAAABao/Ut_tgfchtYs/s1600/P1070375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tmm-GYf2QZ0/TfNBIqdTF6I/AAAAAAAABao/Ut_tgfchtYs/s320/P1070375.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eqgfgDSMm7c/TfNCYsM8iRI/AAAAAAAABas/J8wOvrC9VCE/s1600/P1070393.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eqgfgDSMm7c/TfNCYsM8iRI/AAAAAAAABas/J8wOvrC9VCE/s320/P1070393.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FbhHBjd4h98/TfNDw6ERnRI/AAAAAAAABaw/2xkr7S8XUl4/s1600/DSC00198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FbhHBjd4h98/TfNDw6ERnRI/AAAAAAAABaw/2xkr7S8XUl4/s320/DSC00198.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-6043667427650214485?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6043667427650214485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-tutor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/6043667427650214485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/6043667427650214485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-tutor.html' title='Dear Tutor,'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0rrT91A9EXA/TfM_0e9aLNI/AAAAAAAABak/wJnYJmnPkw8/s72-c/P1070328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-7673110719726878666</id><published>2011-06-11T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T17:25:05.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Chlorinated Phone, HAHA.</title><content type='html'>You know what's so weird? During exams period, I have SO MANY things I want to do online, like surfing for songs, watching videos, playing games. SO MANY things to do, until I have to abandon my books. But right after exams are over, such as now, I SUDDENLY HAVE NOTHING TO DO ONLINE AT ALL. I wanted to play Draw My Thing but no friends online. The online ones are busy. Like Yen the Barbarian. I opened a Youtube tab but I don't know what to search for. I opened a tab to load videos, they are loaded but I don't feel like watching. I have downloaded a ton of ebooks in my laptop but I don't feel like reading. The songs on iTunes are playing at full blast and I don't feel like singing. A Facebook tab is opened, but besides for chatting, I'm bored of it. I opened a Blogger tab, closed it, reopened it, closed it, and finally reopened it to blog about this. I have downloaded new games into my laptop, one of them called Crazy Chicken Kart, which I admit is stupid and I don't feel like playing it. HAHAHAHA. This is hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I actually have the whole blog post in my head a few hours ago, but suddenly I don't feel like typing them out. *Sighs* Why can't we have this connecting wires which we connect to our brain through our earlobes and somehow the blog post will be typed out automatically? All those geniuses in the world have to come out with stupid equations, stupid theories, stupid concepts, stupid formulae which only serve to compress my brain, instead of coming up with genius inventions like the connecting wires I mentioned, or that tiny rectangular pants device that you have to hold in front of your legs and it will just turn into a pair of pants around your legs (an invention idea I came up with 'cause the pants I was wearing that day was too tight), or this amazing ring that can shoot a string-attached bullet ('cause I was trying to change the radio channel in the car but I couldn't reach it so this invention would have helped) or a teleporting device (I always have transport problems when I'm trying to go somewhere) or a Taser ring (now, THAT's awesome). Can you imagine how amazing life would be if ONLY the geniuses do their job. UGH. What to do, they always have to leave the big important things to me. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, sorry, a bit high. Didn't get sufficient sleep today, or last night. Or the night before. Been sleeping for 4 hours only lately, except on Sunday night, which I didn't sleep AT ALL. Nope, not because I was nervous. It was because of my STUPID ASS BRAINS which somehow tricked me into believing that my phone alarm wouldn't ring without chlorine (Yeah, Chemistry test on Monday). I'm serious. I was half conscious at that time and I didn't try to make sense of it. I just spent the whole night staring at my phone. YES, I DID. I was worried it wouldn't ring and I might oversleep. And after I dragged myself out of bed and went to the bathroom, it then occurred to me that what just happened to me DID NOT MAKE SENSE AT ALL. MY PHONE DIDN'T NEED CHLORINE, IT RUNS ON BATTERY. And last night, I slept at 2 a.m., studying Biology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, my dreams. The day before Thinking Skills papers, I dreamt of Miss Black Hole. I have NO IDEA why. I dreamt she murdered her father in cold blood on a golf course. Then she e-mailed me and in her e-mail, she said "I dare to kill my own father, don't think I won't dare to kill you. And don't you dare tell anyone about this or I will kill you." God only knows why ME. Then she tried to bully me. Like when I was sitting with a bunch of good friends, she suddenly came to me and told me to stand so she can have my seat. And that's when I woke up. The second dream was of PM 12. I think I dreamt of this the day before Maths. We were in MGS (yes, my secondary school)'s Chemistry lab, I believe. The orange-y tables. HAHA. And we were learning about this NEW, completely-never-heard-of subject. And I didn't do my homework and so I was worried. And Wee Minn was as usual going "NOOB! YOU NOOB!" *Sighs* Then I went around finding for answers from Wee Minn, Weng Ming and Jason. HAHAHA I think this dream was trying to tell me that I depend on them too much. Seriously. In reality, every time I didn't do my work, I would just grab their work and copy their answers. Yes, bad habit, that. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end. So my exams finally ended at 11 a.m. Wei Wei, Jason, Weng Ming, Wee Minn, Wen Lee, Jessie and I went to Sunway Pyramid to watch X-Men: First Class. Jason and Weng Ming drove! The movie isn't bad. I was like "OMG, SO COOL! I want that power!" or "OHHHH, so that was how he ended up in a wheelchair!" HAHA I was trying to relate whatever I knew about X-Men with this movie, 'cause this is like THE movie, you know. How the whole X-men started. And the powers those mutants have are awesome, seriously. I wouldn't mind having Professor X, or Alex, or Erik, or Azazel, or Frost, or Riptide's powers. Too bad I'm normal. *Sighs* Hee. Anyway, after the movie, we went for lunch at this very decorative place called Fullhouse. The whole place looked really nice with their decorations and stuff, but the food? It's something that looks REALLY good, but once you have a taste, you'll automatically go "It looks WAYYYY better than it tastes." It was so horrible, I couldn't swallow at all. And I was darn hungry at that time. But I ended up surrendering halfway through. Wee Minn was suffering too 'cause he ordered the same. HAHA. Only Weng Ming finished his dish. Jason agreed that the food wasn't good either. Only Wei Wei and Wen Lee were smart enough to order something that is edible. NEVER going there again. Then after a bit of walking around in a rush, Jason fetched Wei Wei and I to the train station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now back to my afternoon nap. A VERY eventful one. You know what, I'm actually starting to feel dizzy again. OMG. Swayingggg. I'll continue tomorrow. Saving as draft. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the continuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. My afternoon nap. I reached home and bathed and finally went to sleep at 5 p.m. I slept and then I heard a noise so I woke up and realized my little cousin was sitting beside me. I hadn't seen him for ages and I was happy enough not to feel pissed off that my nap was disturbed. I patted his head lightly and turned my head to look behind him. And BEHOLD. That bitch was turning the wooden cupboard inside out, searching for god knows what. Cousin said she's finding for dad's stuff, but that's pure bullshit. They had moved out for so long, there's NOTHING she owns that could have still been in my study room. Then she went to the metal cabinet, which she proceeded to turn inside out as well. I put my laptop bags in the first drawer and she took it out. Fine. I was cool with it. Then she started taking out a lot of things, making so much bloody noise, until I couldn't even go back to sleep. I had my eyes closed but I wasn't sleeping at all. I don't know what her stupid brains think, if she has brains at all. She seemed to think I sleep like her, a corpse 'cause she even started singing in the room. And then her phone rang and she answered it, speaking in her usual LOUD tone. That bitch has no class, I tell you. She had to do it, when I was SLEEPING. I sometimes think she really has a deathwish. I've been cool with her, 'cause I don't want to have anything to do with her. But the more I step back, the more she steps forward. Anyway. As she went on, with me pretending to be asleep, my heart started beating fast, breathing got shallow. Yeah, the usual signs when I'm really getting angry. =) I haven't been angry for so long, those sensations were even welcoming. But I tried to calm down. I told myself to calm down. Instead, I waited. I waited for her to touch the other drawers which contains SOLELY MY belongings. If she did, IF she did, I would have done something, I promise you. I was waiting. But she didn't. My brother came into the room, pretending to pack his bags to make sure she didn't touch our stuff. 'Cause usually he wouldn't even dare step into my room when I'm sleeping. HAHA Yeah, I can be a real monster sometimes. Then as the bitch leaves, she told my brother "Don't touch this cabinet and this table." IS SHE STUPID? Those stuff don't belong to her, hello. Oh by the way, I'm using the table RIGHT NOW. And I put back my laptop bags in THAT cabinet. =) Shoot me. And you know what she took home in the end? A few children books, you know those books which has an alphabet per page? *Sighs* That woman needs a doctor, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. So that's over. I wasn't in that bad a mood &lt;i&gt;laaa,&lt;/i&gt; actually. I thought I would be, having my nap disturbed. But I think I was still be euphoric 'cause exams just ended, so I was okay. Which made me realize that whenever I'm really angry, there is a part of me which is excited. Yes, seriously. Excited. As if I'm anticipating something. And my parents know my temper. They know I'll just bear with whatever that's bothering me, until I reach my limit and snap. Hee. I'm waiting for that day too. I'm waiting, to snap her neck. Yes, she is the ONE thing that I hate. Really hate. And you know I'm not a fan of profanities, but I meant it literally when I refer to her as a bitch. A female dog. My Dad said she's not even human, so think of her as a female dog. Even my real dogs are far more human that she will ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's over too. ANYWAY. EXAMS ARE OVERRRRR! I'm free, for now. Anyone who wants to drop by my house, come by anytime. And those who want to meet me, plan an outing! I've been looking forward to semester break for so longgggg. &lt;i&gt;KAWANS!&lt;/i&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can finally sleep at 4 a.m., wake up at 4 p.m., spend all day in front of Sam without feeling guilty. Sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/x-men_first_class_promo11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.shockya.com/news/wp-content/uploads/x-men_first_class_promo11.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-7673110719726878666?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/7673110719726878666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/06/chlorinated-phone-haha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/7673110719726878666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/7673110719726878666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/06/chlorinated-phone-haha.html' title='Chlorinated Phone, HAHA.'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-3556307664961972777</id><published>2011-06-05T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T20:40:18.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>=)</title><content type='html'>So... I know I shouldn't be here, but just a short post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I think I have been keeping my temper in check lately. I haven't been angry for some time already. You know why? 'Cause I have found a good way to remain calm and in control of my temper. That is by not thinking about what pisses me off at that moment. It's been working. Even though I am supposed to be angry, I'm not because I refuse to think about it. But I want to tell you that, precisely because I'm controlling my horrific temper, everything has been building up inside. True, my calm, smiling face betrays none of that, but I assure you, you don't want to see me mad. Humans and their selfishness, and irresponsibility never fail to amaze me. Seriously. Someday, when I'm done with being the nice guy, I'll show you just what happens when Rachel is mad. I'll show you. I told you before, I am not a nice person. The only reason why you find me nice is because I don't see a reason to be mean. Give me that reason, and I'll show you, I'll make you regret ever thinking "Rachel is so nice, she won't get angry, so who cares". I'll show you what I can do. As usual, I gave you a warning, don't say I didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously though, I'm so tired of being nice, pretending I'm fine with everything, whatever everyone else does to me. The only reason why you can take advantage of me is because I ALLOW YOU TO. Do you honestly think you can make me do something against my will if I didn't? I'm doing it because I find it amusing. But my patience is running out. I'm not nice, keep that in mind. I'll hurt you, if I want to. =)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aaaahhhh&lt;/i&gt; that feels so good. It's like letting my evil side take control for a while. I miss that side of me for sure. Anyway, don't let me scare you off. Like I said, I'm only scary if you piss me off. It's not that I'm actually mean either. You can say I have split personalities, I suppose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So regarding this week, I'm still calm since I'm still refusing to think of it. But if anything, anything at all, happens, I am going to get supremely pissed off. That's when you have to watch out. Yeah, my semester exams. Wish me luck, people. I'm gonna need A LOT of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my parents. They never fail to remind me how thankful I am to have them as my parents. HAHA. Tell you &amp;nbsp;about it next time. Back to Chemistry. BYE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-3556307664961972777?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3556307664961972777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/3556307664961972777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/3556307664961972777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title='=)'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-4554846104877182814</id><published>2011-05-24T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T21:15:00.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Hitler the Second</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--PfHdzVZeWg/Tduk7oHCSHI/AAAAAAAABaU/p9jp-JpLd3A/s1600/saw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--PfHdzVZeWg/Tduk7oHCSHI/AAAAAAAABaU/p9jp-JpLd3A/s400/saw.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HOW DARE YOU. HOW DARE YOU. DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? OR MORE PRECISELY, WHO I WILL BE? I AM YOUR FUTURE WORLD LEADER AND YOU DARE SPELL MY NAME WRONGLY! Therefore, please do not go to Linton. They have offended me greatly and so they will not survive long once I took over the world. Grrr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HdIU6MyhQdc/TduowF6DUmI/AAAAAAAABac/Q92EeEaE-Jg/s1600/DSC_9404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HdIU6MyhQdc/TduowF6DUmI/AAAAAAAABac/Q92EeEaE-Jg/s320/DSC_9404.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And if you know what's good for you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;VOTE RACHEL FOR PRESIDENT!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Or you will grow another limb on an undesired place on your body. Like you wouldn't want an arm to grow on your nose right? HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And for further convincing on your part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIANI1YCKmc/TduuZ_9aK8I/AAAAAAAABag/NeRsXPw0yCw/s1600/adolf-hitler-joke-4_681576c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIANI1YCKmc/TduuZ_9aK8I/AAAAAAAABag/NeRsXPw0yCw/s400/adolf-hitler-joke-4_681576c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-4554846104877182814?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4554846104877182814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/05/hitler-second.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/4554846104877182814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/4554846104877182814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/05/hitler-second.html' title='Hitler the Second'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--PfHdzVZeWg/Tduk7oHCSHI/AAAAAAAABaU/p9jp-JpLd3A/s72-c/saw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-4548075353849045017</id><published>2011-05-12T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T04:49:58.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Lame-O Wei Wei</title><content type='html'>I'm in college, waiting for Yi Ni to fetch me home. And I'm sooooo bored I can kick someone's butt for fun right now. I'm so bored and tired, I'm even getting irritated at everything. *Sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wei Wei's behind me right now, Facebooking since we turned on the computers. Seriously, I can never understand what people do in Facebook for such a long timeeee. HAHA. Anyway, I'm surrounded by students AND there's this girl next to me. I'm not sure why, but I somehow feel irritated by her. Not that she's like Miss Black Hole, constantly doing stupid things to get attention. Maybe it's her sweet voice, her seemingly kind nature, I DON'T KNOW. My rational thinking is deteriorating, my temper is rising and I'm freaking TIRED. AND IT'S ONLY THURSDAY, WHAT THE HELL. *Sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries, I'm actually still pretty calm. I'm just really really tired. I wish time will just stop, JUST FOR A WHILE. Ughhh. Anyway, speaking of Miss Black Hole, today she did one of the stupidest LOA things imaginable. Another reason why I think she CAN be a nice person but despite that, I will still not be friends with her. I can't stand people like that. Like Vi Vian said, "Anyone that's not like us won't be Rachel's friend". Simple. Okay laaa, just kidding. I'm okay with everyone and I know they have their own quirks and all, and I accept that, mostly. Just don't go to the extreme. ANYWAY. Back to Miss Black Hole/ Miss Vain/ Miss Annoying/ Miss Flirt-With-Every-Male-Whether-They-Are-Married-Or-Dating-Or-Old/Miss Show-Everyone-My-Buttcrack/ Miss Wear-As-Much-Make-Up-As-Possible-Since-The-World-Needs-More-Creepiness/ Miss Fail-Version-Of-Victorian-Era-Lady etc, she drew her face with black LIPSTICK today. Obviously Mr Subra asked her what's up with that and everyone looked at her. And when her friend asked her to wash it off, she refused. LIKE WHATTT. You bodoh ke? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Wei Wei's holding her hand next to my head, pretending it's a gun and threatening to shoot me unless I turn off the computer. Sooo since I'm too kind to spoil her fantasy that fingers don't shoot bullets, I gotta go. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-4548075353849045017?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4548075353849045017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/05/lame-o-wei-wei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/4548075353849045017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/4548075353849045017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/05/lame-o-wei-wei.html' title='Lame-O Wei Wei'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-5509087221248545423</id><published>2011-04-30T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T20:55:27.386+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Train Sickness</title><content type='html'>Fuffff... I am like so exhausted right now. I've been going out a lot these days. I promised my parents this will be the last time I hang out with my friends until my semester exams are over, which starts in June. I'm so dead. *Sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo last Friday, Yi Ni drove Wei Wei, her brother and I to Empire. She hadn't visited Empire before so we went laaa. And it was so funny, I tell you. Yi Ni was like "OMG, I have never drove into the basement parking before! How?!" And we were like "Take your time, go slowww". Then when we managed to reach the basement, she went "OMG, I have never parked sideways before! Omg." HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.We were laughing like crazy, I tell you. But she did it eventually. And we were like "Waaaa....you did TWO things you have never done before today!" HAHA. Then we went to Toys 'R' Us! Yeah, very childish, I know. HAHAHA. We kept snapping random photos, and hitting each other with&amp;nbsp;polystyrene&amp;nbsp;swords. =.= AND, AND! We went for the Largest Indoor Sliding Tube ride in the mall! So awesome. It wasn't that scary laaa. 4 of us went. Yi Ni's brother, Xian Ming went first and he went sliding down 5 storeys quietly. Then Yi Ni's turn. She was worried at first, then once she started down the tube, it became quiet. Then this THIRD PERSON, this THIRD PERSON, FUIYOH. The whole MALL, you can hear her screaming like crazy! She started screaming even before she sat on the tube. HAHAHAHA. And since I was the last, I watched everyone in the mall laugh. HAHAHA. You can hear her screaming throughout the WHOLE RIDE. THE WHOLE FIVE-STOREY HIGH RIDE. HAHAHA. And you know laa, her screams. Oh yes, that person is ALISON CHIEW WEI WEI the Pervert. HAHAHAHAHA. SO FUNNY OKAY. HAHAHA. I went down quietly, of course. It was faster than I thought and I haven't gotten on fast rides for some time already, so I was actually scared during the first few seconds. I was on the verge of panicking, then I thought, "It's okay, don't panic. Just let yourself drown into the speed." And I sort of relaxed and somehow everything seemed to move slow. Haha. Then we walked around a bit and finally went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Sunway Pyramid yesterday for Peng's farewell (supposedly) outing. HAHAHA. Had a hell lot of fun, talking about nonsensical stuff with my mates, seriously. Peng, Sal, Kim, Voony, Wei Lyn, Wei Li, Yean Yee. It feels good to be able to do that after so long. College is okay, and my classmates are awesome, but somehow I still feel the need to control myself, you know. Like I don't really go wild as I used to in school. My classmates probably think I'm quiet and calm. HAHAHAHA. They have no idea. HAHAHA. So it feels good to just let everything shoot out of my mouth like bullets. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was my school (MGS)'s Hari Kecemerlangan. Went to get this cute-looking trophy HAHAHA, a certificate and most importantly, CASH. HAHAHA. Got 100 bucks. Not bad laaa, got upgrade already. I was like "Waa... 100 bucks! And I tried to identify the amount of cash inside by holding the envelope in front of the light and all the teachers in the Bilik Wawasan were like laughing and saying "Eh budak tu nakal doh!" HAHAHA mana ade. Snapped a lot of photos. Then last minute, I decided to join everyone and go to Midvalley. Went to Peng's office. Then Wei Wei came to fetch us from Peng's office to the train station. We took the train to Midvalley. Me, Peng, Canny, Yen, Vino, Ern Ern, Wei Wei. Met up with Firda in Midvalley. It was really fun, walking around. Managed to buy a wallet, FINALLY. HAHA. Then on the way home was so adventurous. Tell you about it another time. I don't feel very well right now. My head is swimming. I'm serious. I feel like I'm swaying, and I feel like throwing up, I DON'T KNOW WHY. Vino said I'm trainsick. OMG. I feel really really weird right now. I'm swaying. Like really swaying. I can't seem to focus my eyes. The fact I can type so much is a miracle. HAHA. Ughhh. Gotta go before I throw up in front of Sam. Byeee. I'm not even gonna format my post. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-5509087221248545423?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5509087221248545423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/04/train-sickness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/5509087221248545423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/5509087221248545423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/04/train-sickness.html' title='Train Sickness'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-4873293190198728746</id><published>2011-04-13T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T21:56:39.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Kia Hooi is a Platypus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-epxHZ2M9dJo/TaWoixYX6TI/AAAAAAAABaI/KRPJO1TTr2E/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-epxHZ2M9dJo/TaWoixYX6TI/AAAAAAAABaI/KRPJO1TTr2E/s400/4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeVvh_DcSY/TaWonvcstxI/AAAAAAAABaM/h-aUmksU5BI/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lUeVvh_DcSY/TaWonvcstxI/AAAAAAAABaM/h-aUmksU5BI/s400/5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Vk3vEGd__U/TaWoxu1rTYI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mbjdzo1D7KY/s1600/6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Vk3vEGd__U/TaWoxu1rTYI/AAAAAAAABaQ/mbjdzo1D7KY/s400/6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this, ladies and gentleman, is how a platypus looks like.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.nationalgeographic.com/wpf/media-live/photos/000/006/cache/platypus_662_600x450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://images.nationalgeographic.com/wpf/media-live/photos/000/006/cache/platypus_662_600x450.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously lah. Talking to my friends are like breathing in laughing gas. I was chatting with Ying Nu Shi that day. Cursing the thief who stole her new phone. Would have snapped photos of the convo and post them here but *coughs* it was way way wayyyyy too x-rated. So too bad. HAHAHAHA. And with Peng. HAHAHAHA. We can laugh until we cry over the smallest things. And V came over to my house last Sunday for a "study session", kononnya. HAHAHAHA. ANYWAY. Having another "study session" this weekend, will tell you guys when we decide on the time. Open to the crew ONLY.&amp;nbsp;Yeah, I need them to make sure I finish up my Chem. Haven't even touch anything. And JAMES, that James. Everytime I ask him to send me the essay he finished for our TKS project, he would go for basketball&lt;i&gt; laaa&lt;/i&gt;, driving&lt;i&gt; laaa&lt;/i&gt;, anything&lt;i&gt; laaa&lt;/i&gt;, instead. And I wanted to finish it TODAY! Grrrr. HAHA. No &lt;i&gt;laa&lt;/i&gt;, I'm not mad. I think it's funny actually. I was like "ARE YOU SERIOUS" when he said "basketball again". It was 9 something at night, btw. Abnormal. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway. Byeee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-4873293190198728746?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/4873293190198728746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/04/kia-hooi-is-platypus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/4873293190198728746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/4873293190198728746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/04/kia-hooi-is-platypus.html' title='Kia Hooi is a Platypus!'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-epxHZ2M9dJo/TaWoixYX6TI/AAAAAAAABaI/KRPJO1TTr2E/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-6406249480411195503</id><published>2011-04-13T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T20:44:10.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>How is the Weather, Mate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eUsrwZFsFK8/TaWZwEQX1VI/AAAAAAAABZ8/fO8jF720SL4/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eUsrwZFsFK8/TaWZwEQX1VI/AAAAAAAABZ8/fO8jF720SL4/s400/1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbBV9glRgIc/TaWZzMebw8I/AAAAAAAABaA/ome18tVHLr0/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TbBV9glRgIc/TaWZzMebw8I/AAAAAAAABaA/ome18tVHLr0/s400/2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WS8hBQqHHLA/TaWZ2uazLwI/AAAAAAAABaE/kH9BVg5r0NI/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WS8hBQqHHLA/TaWZ2uazLwI/AAAAAAAABaE/kH9BVg5r0NI/s400/3.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once again, my self-absorbness gets the better of me. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-6406249480411195503?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6406249480411195503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-is-weather-mate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/6406249480411195503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/6406249480411195503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-is-weather-mate.html' title='How is the Weather, Mate?'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eUsrwZFsFK8/TaWZwEQX1VI/AAAAAAAABZ8/fO8jF720SL4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-5112049356893591767</id><published>2011-04-13T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T20:33:07.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Point of View</title><content type='html'>I tell you, if I blog everytime I feel like blogging, this blog will be full of angry or emo posts. =) That is why I haven't been blogging these few days. It's for your own good, really. *Sighs* Doesn't matter. I will try not to let it go out of hand.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6c-0MxefVQ/TaWWnamOtVI/AAAAAAAABZ4/4Avz_qCc8bo/s1600/Screen03.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6c-0MxefVQ/TaWWnamOtVI/AAAAAAAABZ4/4Avz_qCc8bo/s320/Screen03.png" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY. I went to Parkson earlier. I hate that place, seriously. It somehow irritates me in every way. Maybe it's the people there. Too many &lt;i&gt;schoolchildren. &lt;/i&gt;Hee. But my mum goes there a lot, to buy clothes. So she dragged me along today. And then, I had to try on pants in this tiny, super tiny BOX that the salesperson referred as a fitting ROOM. Dude, I call it a box. It's so small, it made me feel like King Kong, judging by all the loud sounds I made by accidentally hitting the walls while trying on pants. HAHA. *Sighs* Stupid place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was in a pretty bad mood. And that tiny BOX wasn't helping. When I was trying on pants, some auntie came and kept trying to open the door to the BOX. So I thought it was my Mum and I was like "It's too tight."&lt;i&gt; Manatau &lt;/i&gt;this auntie went on trying to open the door. I got so frustrated I raised my voice, using that irritated tone "What's wrong with you!" And that auntie went "Ohhh, there's someone inside..." in that freaked out, timid voice. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. OMG. I was struggling not to laugh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Sighs* I need ice cream so bad, it's not even a craving anymore. It's an obsession. I need it. I've been in such an understandable bad mood, I NEED IT. Ughhh. But who's gonna get one for me? NOBODY. So I shall continue to sulk. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Anyway. The reason why I said I have been in such a bad mood is because &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; are at it again. It's been like this since Sunday. I feel so sick of this. It's like nothing ever changes. I seriously wonder why this will ever stop. Sometimes, I even wonder if everything's my fault. And the conclusion I get is always the same. It is. It always is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I wasn't like this once. I never hid anything from them. Any problems, any incidents, anything I feel like saying, they were the first people I turn to. They know everything. I was proud to be someone who kept no secrets, who were completely open. And then, things change. No, not puberty. &lt;i&gt;Please. &lt;/i&gt;Puberty is not a reason to change your personality. My brother's a teen and he's still the same. Okay, more irritating so that's an upgrade. =/ Maybe it was because of that incident. That period when they kept going for each other's throats. If they ever achieved a truce, it never lasted long. For that whole period, my life was hell. I was still young. They were my whole world, you know. I was fighting mad. I wanted to punish them for what they did. So I changed. I turned into this moody stranger. I refused to tell them anything. I hit this mute button inside me so hard it broke and I have been mute ever since. Back then, when I was younger, I was always in the top three. And they were always the first to know. But that year, I kept quiet although I got first in class. It didn't mean anything at all. They only found out after my Report Card Day. You'd think they realize something but no, they didn't. Because they were everything to me. You won't understand, not really. I feel betrayed, you know. And until now, they are still like that. And I am too. Perhaps it is because I still couldn't forgive them back then. And seeing as they are still the same, I will remain this way too. Seriously, you can't blame me for not believing in love, when all the love I see is messed up like this. I thought I was used to this, but somehow I just can't get used to something like this. I wish they'll turn all the hatred and anger on me instead. I'll feel way better than I'm feeling now. I went for a haircut earlier. And that hairstylist was praising me for getting straight As for SPM. It felt hollow. She could be talking about the weather, for all I care. It didn't mean anything. No matter what I do, or did, nothing ever matters. I don't even know why I bother. I wish I can yell at them to stop, but it's futile. And the worse thing is? They love me, just not enough to see how it's killing me. I'm tired of being strong. I wish I can just break down and go mad. But I can't. You won't let me. LOL. I'll run away if I could, but I have nowhere to go. Ironic much?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KvuYJAStdCE/TaWWmng7VcI/AAAAAAAABZ0/q02ERUA_wFU/s1600/McFLY+POV.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KvuYJAStdCE/TaWWmng7VcI/AAAAAAAABZ0/q02ERUA_wFU/s320/McFLY+POV.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like singing "Whataya Want From Me" by Adam Lambert. HAHA. I don't even know why I'm typing all that out. I guess one just can't go on bottling everything up forever. I might even delete this tomorrow. HAHA. God, my life is just so beautiful. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-5112049356893591767?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5112049356893591767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/04/point-of-view.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/5112049356893591767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/5112049356893591767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/04/point-of-view.html' title='Point of View'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U6c-0MxefVQ/TaWWnamOtVI/AAAAAAAABZ4/4Avz_qCc8bo/s72-c/Screen03.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-1099508549491720224</id><published>2011-04-09T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T21:25:27.482+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Painting Flowers</title><content type='html'>I had a lotttttt of fun today, hanging out with the crew (Peng, Sal, Mother Hen, Yen, Wee, Lulu). Singing in a karaoke room for 4 hours can really suck out your soul. HAHAHAHA. I had fun, I just wish we weren't in such a rush. *Sighs* But &lt;i&gt;takpe&lt;/i&gt;! There's always next time! XD There better be. Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sighs* I love you, fatties. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7y5-iux-UbE/TaBd4hw71II/AAAAAAAABZw/xZ637JUYWJQ/s1600/actor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7y5-iux-UbE/TaBd4hw71II/AAAAAAAABZw/xZ637JUYWJQ/s320/actor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So awesome right, this picture. It's my phone's background now. The words are part of ATL's lyrics. So awesomeee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-1099508549491720224?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1099508549491720224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/04/painting-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/1099508549491720224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/1099508549491720224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/04/painting-flowers.html' title='Painting Flowers'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7y5-iux-UbE/TaBd4hw71II/AAAAAAAABZw/xZ637JUYWJQ/s72-c/actor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-8028545308903144602</id><published>2011-04-08T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T17:35:22.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear Me Now</title><content type='html'>I'm getting angry.&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;Sometimes, it makes me feel like I'm tired of being that damned spider web that holds everyone together, when all you try to do is to cut me up. One day, I might give up. I just might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You can say goodbye&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Or live and find out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You've been alone right from the start&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So what am I fighting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-8028545308903144602?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8028545308903144602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/04/hear-me-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/8028545308903144602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/8028545308903144602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/04/hear-me-now.html' title='Hear Me Now'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-8346183926811356006</id><published>2011-04-07T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T19:31:37.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Is There Anybody Out There?</title><content type='html'>I can't blog. =) It seems like it's always like that these days. I type, a lot, then I delete everything. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Looking in your eyes, I can see forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I recently realized that whenever I'm upset, I tend to appear as though I'm in a good mood. I'll be more polite and gentler. Really. Perhaps my brains confuse sadness for joy. Who knows. Still, at least I never claim to be normal. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UDNFRvdCfzk/TZ2cyNSVk6I/AAAAAAAABZs/5PdbWWGO_oo/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UDNFRvdCfzk/TZ2cyNSVk6I/AAAAAAAABZs/5PdbWWGO_oo/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway. My blog may appear a bit emo-ish these days. Just my blog. I don't like to do emo, as Brandon Loo said. Haha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And also, I realized I am a very self-absorbed person. I know I'm a bit of a narcissist but this is like, real. Whenever I scribble something, you'll realize it's my own name I'm writing. HAHA. And I like reading my friends' blogs because my name is always there. Especially Peng's blog. Everywhere there's my name. *Sighs* It satisfies my self-absorption. HAHAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And I created a new word. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Sadisfaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. No, it's not a typo. It's a word made from sadistic and satisfaction. So whenever I feel happy due to some sadistic thing, it's sadisfaction. HAH! I'm such a genius. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-8346183926811356006?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/8346183926811356006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-there-anybody-out-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/8346183926811356006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/8346183926811356006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-there-anybody-out-there.html' title='Is There Anybody Out There?'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UDNFRvdCfzk/TZ2cyNSVk6I/AAAAAAAABZs/5PdbWWGO_oo/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-2666990046724213452</id><published>2011-04-04T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:58:46.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I Need A Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHYaDop_NC4/TZncS_z4mmI/AAAAAAAABZo/ApfO7g02_tA/s1600/DSC_0245.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHYaDop_NC4/TZncS_z4mmI/AAAAAAAABZo/ApfO7g02_tA/s320/DSC_0245.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;She's so awesome, she has new socks. XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-2666990046724213452?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2666990046724213452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-need-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/2666990046724213452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/2666990046724213452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-need-woman.html' title='I Need A Woman'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZHYaDop_NC4/TZncS_z4mmI/AAAAAAAABZo/ApfO7g02_tA/s72-c/DSC_0245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-1656893194272352080</id><published>2011-04-03T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T17:29:01.031+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Nowhere to Run</title><content type='html'>I feel upset. Very upset. Disappointed. Frustrated.&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;I wish I can freeze time, since turning back time is impossible. And I know I should have been prepared to let everyone go, I knew back then that this day will come, so why am I still feeling so upset, I don't know. Stupid. Feelings are stupid. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-1656893194272352080?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1656893194272352080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/04/nowhere-to-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/1656893194272352080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/1656893194272352080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/04/nowhere-to-run.html' title='Nowhere to Run'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-9061409472048326780</id><published>2011-03-28T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T22:04:41.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The Ballad of Mona Lisa</title><content type='html'>To all the humans who know the brimming-with-awesomeness, future world leader, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Rachel Saw, SHE PASSED HER DRIVING TEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YES, I AM DARN HAPPY RIGHT NOW. DARN HAR-PIEEEEE! You know why it's such a big deal for me? Just a few days ago, I was so damn convinced I was going to fail this. 'Cause my instructor constantly lost patience with me, and I couldn't conquer anything, not the hill, not the parking, not the three-point-turn! Yes, I was freaking out. My pride wouldn't allow me to fail, pushing me even closer to the point of frustration. But on Thursday, Saturday and Sunday, I had like a driving drill. HAHA. Yeah. I went through everything, the hill, the parking, the three-point-turn, the road at least 4 times each day. And somehow, I just conquered everything. Today, I was in the first session, morning. I was alone 'cause Sal and Wee were in the third session, I think. Afternoon session. And I was a tad bit nervous, but &amp;nbsp;I had the faith in myself. Yes, I did. I was unbelievably grateful to all those who messaged me, who called me just to wish me luck. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Nandrii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; So I came up with a new philosophy. Yeah, I had THAT much time. HAHAHAHA. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;When the whole world has faith in you, it's only natural that you should have faith in yourself too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; SO I BELIEVED IN MYSELF. I brought my headphones, a book, a packet of Milo, a few packets of sweets. Yep, ALL prepared! HAHAHA. I am damn proud of myself right now. I feel like I can conquer the world. 'Cause I just conquer 2 of the biggest obstacles in life, one being my SPM results. That comes later. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Next up, auto driving. And &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;CONGRATS, SAL LEE SIEW LI AND WEEWEE TAN VI VIAN FOR PASSING YOUR DRIVING TEST TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; WE'RE SO AWESOME, WE CAN RULE THE WORLD! HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was so awesome. I went for driving lessons with V. I had to sit in the car while she drove. Scary much. Usually I'm the one scaring people with my driving. But when V drove, I was practically gripping my seatbelt, going "Vi Vian, my life is in your hands!" HAHAHAHAHAHA. And she even hit the pavement. So I'm really glad that she passed. At least, she didn't let the trauma overcome her. I'm so proud of them&lt;i&gt; la wei&lt;/i&gt;. Sal was like "SO HOW? SIDE MIRROR PARALLEL WITH THE FIRST POLE?" a few hours before her test. HAHAHAHAHA. Oh yeah. While driving yesterday, my awesome dad showed up in the driving school. I KNOW! SO AWESOME RIGHT. I told him I went driving, but I didn't tell him where. And while waiting for &amp;nbsp;Uncle Alex's car, I saw a car which has a lot of stickers on the windscreen like my dad's car. Then I saw the car plate and I just ran towards the car, threw the door open and went "OMG, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" HAHAHAHAHA. Yes, I was happy. He stayed to watch me do all my parking etc. So &lt;i&gt;bangga&lt;/i&gt;. And my mum was so happy I passed although she tried not to show it. *Sighs* I &amp;nbsp;love my family, don't you? =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So SPM. Yep, I am very very very happy with my results. I really didn't expect to get all As. 6 A+, 2 A, 2 A-. I honestly didn't know what I was expecting, really. I thought I'll do badly, you know. Cause the Physics paper 2, I depended on unreliable tips. NONE of the predicted structured questions came out. I almost panicked, I tell you. Almost. But I knew panicking wouldn't help, so I had to rely on my memory to pull back bits and pieces from Form 4 and Form 5. Hard, but I managed an A-. =D And Chemistry, god. My paper 3, I did the wrong experiment. Serious! Completely wrong. I did with hydrogen peroxide. *Sighs* Good thing I studied EVERYTHING for paper 1 and 2, so that saved me. A-. =) I am happy. I was prepared to get a B or a C even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. On SPM results day, I skipped college. So did the rest of my classmates. =) So it doesn't matter. I was pretty unfeeling, as you know from the previous post. Then when I was right before the junction to turn into the school, my heart came back to life. It started beating faster. I thought I was about to start panicking. Hee. Then a miracle happened! Taio Cruz's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Higher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; started playing on the radio! OMG. Just so you know, currently, 2 songs can make me REALLY REALLY HAPPY, I meant really happy, not the faking-happiness type. Taio Cruz's Higher and Panic! At the Disco's The Ballad of Mona Lisa! When it started playing, the nervousness just completely disappeared. SERIOUS. I started singing along and even dancing a bit in the car! I was THAT happy. And I was smiling and laughing all the way, even after getting out of the car. I even told myself &amp;nbsp;"This is a good omen!" HAHAHAHA. And it was. It was amazing. I'm glad, like really glad. I honestly don't like letting my family down. They never actually force me to succeed, you know. It's usually me and my pride. And of course, my determination not to let my parents down. They believe in me, so I have to believe in myself. That's the least I can do. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which also explains why I was listening to that two spectacular songs today while waiting for my driving test. HAHAHA. Those songs are pure magic. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I really feel like I can take over the world. Oh yeah, forgot to mention. When doing the hill right, I freaking forgot to put down the handbrake! HAHAHAHA. I was stepping on the accelerator, to the maximum! And it moved forward, halfway through, I quickly put down the handbrake. I thought I failed, but since nobody said anything, I proceeded to parking. HAHAHAHA. I was born lucky, I know. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Alright, too many words. Byeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5T-BjXjjFc/TZCIv4eIrsI/AAAAAAAABY4/mKwyJGMFKT4/s1600/DSC_0225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5T-BjXjjFc/TZCIv4eIrsI/AAAAAAAABY4/mKwyJGMFKT4/s320/DSC_0225.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KgAOYKn6hsI/TZCI4n5tLDI/AAAAAAAABY8/pvE7dPlfUfw/s1600/DSC_0229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KgAOYKn6hsI/TZCI4n5tLDI/AAAAAAAABY8/pvE7dPlfUfw/s320/DSC_0229.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afcWdODYVjE/TZCL99BsalI/AAAAAAAABZg/Pf5IdDBe2B0/s1600/DSC_0230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="171" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-afcWdODYVjE/TZCL99BsalI/AAAAAAAABZg/Pf5IdDBe2B0/s320/DSC_0230.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hraN3Rx9ZUs/TZCJUmv-90I/AAAAAAAABZE/BEcvHqq_CXI/s1600/DSC_0231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hraN3Rx9ZUs/TZCJUmv-90I/AAAAAAAABZE/BEcvHqq_CXI/s320/DSC_0231.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_rzPLeTwxqc/TZCJgnPSVOI/AAAAAAAABZI/dtyBkkmFDIw/s1600/DSC_0233.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_rzPLeTwxqc/TZCJgnPSVOI/AAAAAAAABZI/dtyBkkmFDIw/s320/DSC_0233.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJW1-WigqUg/TZCJr5C5pKI/AAAAAAAABZM/3A6aMYIYFBg/s1600/DSC_0234.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HJW1-WigqUg/TZCJr5C5pKI/AAAAAAAABZM/3A6aMYIYFBg/s320/DSC_0234.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhascbHu2NA/TZCJ0rcuxoI/AAAAAAAABZQ/KhaP7aRTw7s/s1600/DSC_0235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZhascbHu2NA/TZCJ0rcuxoI/AAAAAAAABZQ/KhaP7aRTw7s/s320/DSC_0235.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pJYMLbO9LtQ/TZCJ_IdqSwI/AAAAAAAABZU/ZZnOGo23tyA/s1600/DSC_0236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pJYMLbO9LtQ/TZCJ_IdqSwI/AAAAAAAABZU/ZZnOGo23tyA/s320/DSC_0236.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWxog4BUi94/TZCKNYLbWbI/AAAAAAAABZY/jpbFTPYpbdQ/s1600/DSC_0237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aWxog4BUi94/TZCKNYLbWbI/AAAAAAAABZY/jpbFTPYpbdQ/s320/DSC_0237.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;FYI, I did check the wipers and signals okay! The JPJ fella la, too busy sneezing or what. Hmph. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rY2dL0uudVw/TZCKW48HVtI/AAAAAAAABZc/UxaJ4H8tngs/s1600/DSC_0238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rY2dL0uudVw/TZCKW48HVtI/AAAAAAAABZc/UxaJ4H8tngs/s320/DSC_0238.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4r9QQ-QZjMw/TZCVFv8JOLI/AAAAAAAABZk/EX52qNebvEg/s1600/buff.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4r9QQ-QZjMw/TZCVFv8JOLI/AAAAAAAABZk/EX52qNebvEg/s320/buff.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For the emotionometer. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-9061409472048326780?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/9061409472048326780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/03/ballad-of-mona-lisa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/9061409472048326780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/9061409472048326780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/03/ballad-of-mona-lisa.html' title='The Ballad of Mona Lisa'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R5T-BjXjjFc/TZCIv4eIrsI/AAAAAAAABY4/mKwyJGMFKT4/s72-c/DSC_0225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-2427304697268105947</id><published>2011-03-22T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:02:23.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Mazel Tov</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am going to blog again today. Sebab I takde mood untuk buat kerja rumah. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Before I start going all emo like everybody else due to our impending doom, I shall lighten the mood first. Yes, I'm beginning to think my life revolves around the Emotionometer theory, created by Professor Saw. So AH! The same day the Emotionometer theory incident happened, I was in the restaurant. Penang restaurant! HAHA. Then my dad and my uncle were first talking about their digestive systems, then they switched to the highways they normally use to go to Singapore or Johor 'cause my uncle was going back to Singapore. The convo goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: You're lucky you're using the highways, where there are petrol stations and places to stop along the way. I don't. I have to use the village(&lt;i&gt;kampung&lt;/i&gt;) roads when travelling to Johor.&lt;br /&gt;Bro: YA YA! ME TOO!&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stares at brother, confused, then sarcastic* You can drive meh?&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Uhhh...no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Me: *stares suspiciously. Realization dawned.* You thought Papa meant something else, is it?&lt;br /&gt;Bro: Yaaa... I thought he meant his digestive system is like the &lt;i&gt;kampung&lt;/i&gt; roads.&lt;br /&gt;Me: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I laughed so hard, tears came into my eyes. It was so funny okay. Can you imagine my dumbass brother saying that? He sounded so sheepish. HAHAHAHAHA. Before that, he was so excited and happy when he said "YA YA! ME TOO!" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I was laughing really hard, especially when I was trying to tell my family what happened. HAHAHA. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... then a few days ago, I suddenly remembered some of the funny conversations my friends and I had. Yeah, we are pretty random. For example, the &lt;a href="http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2009/07/lame-lambs.html"&gt;"Imagine teacher is a copper rod&lt;/a&gt;" incident with V! And the "&lt;a href="http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2009/10/evil-master-plan.html"&gt;Beam the chocolate&lt;/a&gt;" incident with Peng! And the "&lt;a href="http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2009/11/bird-water-stone.html"&gt;Pusaran is a female buffalo&lt;/a&gt;" convo with Canny! And LuLu's "&lt;a href="http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2009/08/splashes.html"&gt;Say Guan Yin Ma when you see Vi Vian&lt;/a&gt;". HAHAHAHA. And I remembered that time Mother Hen and I suddenly decided that when we die, we will come back as ghosts to haunt Sal. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You see, when you leave a book on the table, and suddenly the book flips to another page, you know it's us.&lt;br /&gt;Sal: OMG. Please, don't lah!&lt;br /&gt;KY: Then when you are watching tv, the tv suddenly switches channels, it means we're there.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya! Like when you're watching some dumb Hong Kong drama, it suddenly switches to AXN, it's your beloved Ray.&lt;br /&gt;KY: WHAT THE. Channel 333 la okay!&lt;br /&gt;Me: 701!&lt;br /&gt;KY: 333!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fine, we'll just keep switching the channels. So Sal, when you are watching the tv, and the channels keep switching back and forth from AXN and 333, it means we are there with you.&lt;br /&gt;Sal: OMG! NOOO! Don't talk nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I laughed like crazy wei. So hard I think I almost cried. And all this happened the day before our Biology trial exam, I think. See how relaxed we were? HAHAHAHAHAHA. Just wait. Later on, I'll start remembering nonsensical stuff that Sal and Yen said. HAHA. But for now, just this. It's funny okay. I still laugh when I read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty! Everyone's emotionometer should be higher now. At least mine is. HAHA. So now, we shall go back to the real world, the cruel reality. Tomorrow's the day. Our D-day. Yep, SPM results are coming out tomorrow, finally. I'll be there by 10.30 a.m. HAHA. Hopefully most of my friends will be there so we can share the joy OR pain together. =D Both parents will be coming with me, as usual. They always do. In the past, my Dad waited in the car, while my Mum took my UPSR and PMR result slips. I would just tag along behind her but I wouldn't look at the results. SHE will tell me. HAHAHA. But this time, I'm going to take the result slip and then mummify it in toilet paper. Maybe I'll open it when I'm 80 years old, and then die of a heart attack. HAHAHAHAHA. I honestly don't know how or what I am supposed to react. Yeah, my emotional intelligence is pretty low. I normally don't know how to react so I usually don't react at all. My face will be completely expressionless. If I get good results, you'll see hints of relief in my eyes but that's it. HAHA. But if it's bad results... then I guess we'll have to wait and see, because I have never experienced getting bad results for major exams before. Hopefully I won't need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Tomorrow's the day. I'm still very calm. I don't really know what I am feeling. Seriously, I don't. Maybe there are so much different emotions that they just cancel each other out. Neutralization! HAHA. Okay, nevermind. My lameness. *Sighs* I think I may be a teeny weeny bit excited, very scared, unbelievably pressured, and unnaturally calm. Does that even make sense? =/ Actually, I'm not that stressed. If I am, I will be feeling nauseated by now. Yes, I throw up in times of too much stress, but that's not often. See, I am a very calm person. I don't panic nor do I break under pressure. I hope. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;Well, what's done is done. Even if you pray, even if you climb up the Batu Caves on your knees, even if you poke your eyeballs out, even if you pierce your flesh with needles, even if you sacrifice your life, you still won't be able to change a single thing. So stop all that. Take the little time you have left to compose yourself. Think of how you want to react, think of the worst possible scenarios. Or if you think you'll break down, don't open the slip till you're all alone. Think of all the ways to console yourself in case of the worst happening. And think of how your future is still bright because that damn piece of paper isn't going to determine your life. Not yet. You still have a long road ahead before you find your calling in life. Me included. So be strong, think of the thousands of people feeling the same way you do. See, you're not alone. It's alright. It's okay. Everything's gonna be fine. Bill Gates didn't even have a proper education, yet look at where he is now. SPM huh? Tell that to anyone else besides Malaysians. Bet they wouldn't even know what it means. So you see, not a big deal. Well, big but not THAT big. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;So remember, this is NOT the end of the world. I'm going to be strong. I'm going to be fine, regardless of the results. I won't let this or anything break me because I still have so much in front of me. And even if I don't do well now, I will do better later. So I WILL BE OKAY. I am not nervous. I will not be scared. I will handle this, like how I always handle everything. This is not going to break me. I am not going &amp;nbsp;to cry. I am not going to scream. I will smile and tell you "it's okay". I will be calm. C-A-L-M.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I feel better. Actually, not really. I still don't feel a single thing. *Sighs* Maybe it hasn't hit me yet. And am I the only positive one here? I read all the Facebook statuses and ALL OF THEM are all about dying, begging for help, not wanting to go to school etc. Despite not wanting my results either, I am actually looking forward to go back to school and seeing my mates. It's been so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO... HAHA. Go laugh all you can! Raise your emotionometer to the breaking point of happiness. EMOTIONOMETER! My theory rocks boats. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE I will write a love letter next. =D See first. Bye bye! Don't let me see your names in the obituary section of STAR newspaper okay. Well, I won't be seeing them anyway since I don't read newspapers. Still. OKAY! ENOUGH! My lameness is unbelievable today. BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kA-S7RcovGI/TYira-Yp4AI/AAAAAAAABY0/CZ6jc6zifEs/s1600/39723_416782995266_745470266_4959458_1624441_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kA-S7RcovGI/TYira-Yp4AI/AAAAAAAABY0/CZ6jc6zifEs/s320/39723_416782995266_745470266_4959458_1624441_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;FREEDOM! (Just kidding. XD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Btw, if you're wondering why I don't blog much about what happened in college or about my classmates, that is because my Beta-wolf has already blogged it all down. So being the big boss I am, I don't see the need to repeat, unless you want me to copy-paste. HAHA. Go read Deena's blog yo. Bye bye, seriously.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-2427304697268105947?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/2427304697268105947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/03/mazel-tov.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/2427304697268105947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/2427304697268105947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/03/mazel-tov.html' title='Mazel Tov'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kA-S7RcovGI/TYira-Yp4AI/AAAAAAAABY0/CZ6jc6zifEs/s72-c/39723_416782995266_745470266_4959458_1624441_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-6709162327558730347</id><published>2011-03-21T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:31:17.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Rachel Is No Cog</title><content type='html'>HAHA! I WAS GOING TO BLOG TODAY, I SWEAR! But I got distracted by Sal's phone call. Which lasted for almost 1 hour. HAHA. My phone bills are going to skyrocket, I tell you. I've been chatting with my mates for HOURS on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I don't have much time left, I won't be blogging properly. Just a very short short post to let you know that although this blog is dying, its soul remains. For its soul is a candle flame, extinguished in its glory, relit with light. *Sighs* I really really think I just discovered my true talent. I'm a genius poet. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. These few days I've been laughing like a mad cow. Yesterday, I was messaging Peng. Then my dad suddenly told me that maybe SPM results will be postphoned to Friday. And I told Peng. Right after I clicked "SENT", my Dad told me he remembered wrongly. It's still on the 23rd. I was going to tell Li Peng that but her reply was so happyyyyy that I couldn't. So I thought I'll tell her later after she's even happier. 'Cause my theory works like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8fBAuLdBfKk/TYduhuGD45I/AAAAAAAABYw/pB8m_C8n7LA/s1600/Em.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8fBAuLdBfKk/TYduhuGD45I/AAAAAAAABYw/pB8m_C8n7LA/s400/Em.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O00CPSUWqGI/TYduhFKwNPI/AAAAAAAABYs/4Ne0o2g1jeI/s1600/em+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O00CPSUWqGI/TYduhFKwNPI/AAAAAAAABYs/4Ne0o2g1jeI/s400/em+2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what she said? "YOU TIDAK BERPERIKEMANUSIAAN!" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I practically burst out laughing in the restaurant. Firstly, my mission failed. HAHAHAHAHA. Secondly, it was so FUNNY. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Gotta go. Got another long day tomorrow. And D-day the day after. Woo hoo much? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-6709162327558730347?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6709162327558730347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/03/rachel-is-no-cog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/6709162327558730347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/6709162327558730347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/03/rachel-is-no-cog.html' title='Rachel Is No Cog'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-8fBAuLdBfKk/TYduhuGD45I/AAAAAAAABYw/pB8m_C8n7LA/s72-c/Em.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-900864080383112336</id><published>2011-03-07T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T20:27:32.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Human much?</title><content type='html'>Today is my uncle's death anniversary. And as usual, I didn't attend, opting for college instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously sometimes wonder if I am human or just a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, don't worry. I'm fine. Really. And that's why it's so weird. Because nothing is affecting me at all. *Sighs* I might have really turned into a monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. This is not a good "Welcome-back" post so next time, alright? I just wanted to remember this date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I have a Chemistry presentation tomorrow and Shaun's nagging at me to finish up my slides. Boo. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-900864080383112336?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/900864080383112336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/03/human-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/900864080383112336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/900864080383112336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/03/human-much.html' title='Human much?'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-6454725462536007552</id><published>2011-02-26T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T23:40:31.572+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Lose My Mind</title><content type='html'>I feel rather low today.&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;And I honestly don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;If heartache was a physical pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I could face it, I could face it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;But you're hurting me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;From inside of my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can't take it, I can't take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm gonna lose my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-6454725462536007552?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6454725462536007552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/02/lose-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/6454725462536007552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/6454725462536007552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/02/lose-my-mind.html' title='Lose My Mind'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-3182654912069201737</id><published>2011-02-23T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T20:44:18.035+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Armor of Hope</title><content type='html'>Oi. I'm here. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am quite free today 'cause I don't have much homework so I feel obligated to blog, but then, I am oh-so-lazyyyyy. *Sighs* But blog, I shall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGHS LOUDLY* Had my first test yesterday. Maths. And my mind blanked out again, the same as it always would back in high school while doing Add Maths papers. Yeah, it did. But thankfully, we were allowed to refer to our notes. So I slowly, very slowly got my brain working again and did the questions. And I got 82, shockingly. I'm plenty happy already. Until I found out Weng Ming got 100. DEI! What is this. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was my Chem test. THIS IS BAD.&lt;b&gt; THIS. IS. REALLY. BAD. &lt;/b&gt;As everyone knows, my science subjects are really awful, especially Physics and Chemistry. I used to spend a few hours a day complaining about how Chem didn't make any sense at all. Well, it still doesn't. AND I freaking studied okay. So I wasn't that worried, despite knowing the marks are going to be involved in our forecast results. But when I saw the questions, I just went WHAT THE HECK IS THIS. HAHAHA. I couldn't remember AT ALL what I studied. Seriously. I couldn't. 12 MCQ questions, and I shot like 5 questions WITHOUT even calculating. The others, I shot too, but at least I calculated and got some numbers out of it. Then there were 2 structured questions. Those, I could do. Not 100%, of course. =) So the conclusion? I'm gonna be in serious hot soup tomorrow. *Sighs* Why again am I so stupid? You know, back in primary school, I had a lot of faith that I was actually one of the intelligent ones. Then back in secondary, I think of myself as being slightly, very very slightly, above average. HAHA YES, I have a lot of faith in myself. HAHA. But now, I'll be damned if I'm not one of the stupid ones. I think I may be the dumbest in class. =/ CHEM, OH, CHEM. You're killing my self-esteem. Next up, Biology. Then I'll be finally convinced that I'm actually a retard. UGH. ALRIGHT. Whining, over. Shall do better next time, I hope. Like I said, hope is always there. HOPE. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a more positive note, my classmates are fun. HAHAHA. Boring lessons are made bearable with their nonsensical talking. Seriously now, SURROGATE FATHER? HAHAHAHAHA. They're really hilarious. And perverted. =/ I forgot when was it, but I believe they were talking about sperms or something. HAHAHAHAHA. And they're helpful too. Being a dumb person, I can't understand a lot of what was being taught, so thank god for them. &lt;i&gt;Ermm&lt;/i&gt;....we're a big bully as a whole. We have a willing target, so you can't blame us really. We tend to explore the food outside of our college during our breaks. And truth be told, the food mostly suck. =) But it's still fun to go out. And the toilets here are HEAPS better than the toilets back in school. HAHA HEAPS HEAPS AND HEAPS BETTER. Hmm...I don't think I have ever properly describe how my college is like, so shall do so next time. Now &lt;i&gt;menghidapi penyakit M. PENYAKIT MALAS, yang direka oleh Puan Rashida.&lt;/i&gt; Hee. I still remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Deena's food poisoning couldn't have happen at a worse timing. She missed both tests 'cause she was so sick that she couldn't even attend college for two days. &lt;i&gt;Kesian wei. &lt;/i&gt;But she's going tomorrow, BIO PRAC TOMORROW. Ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Byeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tDnzOpklAM/TWUAGxIoNWI/AAAAAAAABYo/UN-_aZvl-8s/s1600/DSC_0121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tDnzOpklAM/TWUAGxIoNWI/AAAAAAAABYo/UN-_aZvl-8s/s320/DSC_0121.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOL. Look at my brother. Yeah, I made him wear my lab coat and told him to look like a professor. X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-3182654912069201737?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/3182654912069201737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/02/armor-of-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/3182654912069201737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/3182654912069201737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/02/armor-of-hope.html' title='Armor of Hope'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7tDnzOpklAM/TWUAGxIoNWI/AAAAAAAABYo/UN-_aZvl-8s/s72-c/DSC_0121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-6443455824164643503</id><published>2011-02-18T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T22:25:46.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>That's Just The Way We Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Just a lil' sneak peek into our genius minds for you. Yeah, this is just a small part of the craziness that we can get into. HAHAHAHA. Watch, if you miss our voices and absolute brilliance. Especially my melodious voice and awesome overactive imagination, Peng's contagious I-cannot-breathe laughter and her unexpected acting talent, and Sal's ground-shaking laughter and hilarious over-the-top acting. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/eq7Rwo-a3_4/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eq7Rwo-a3_4?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eq7Rwo-a3_4?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This is what we did when we went to Peng's house after the AEON outing on the 13.2.11. HAHA awesomeness. I'm gonna plan a childbirth scene the next time we head to her house. HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-6443455824164643503?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/6443455824164643503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/02/thats-just-way-we-roll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/6443455824164643503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/6443455824164643503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/02/thats-just-way-we-roll.html' title='That&apos;s Just The Way We Roll'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-1722702058754661713</id><published>2011-02-17T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T16:47:00.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>My House 6.2.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FI93sugK-8I/TVvJGSZLysI/AAAAAAAABXI/KWOPLD-H4fI/s1600/P1100258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FI93sugK-8I/TVvJGSZLysI/AAAAAAAABXI/KWOPLD-H4fI/s320/P1100258.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bored of gambling, so UNO it is. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fqlz1w7PSyI/TVvKDlJlSMI/AAAAAAAABXM/CP0fhjSxxns/s1600/P1100259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fqlz1w7PSyI/TVvKDlJlSMI/AAAAAAAABXM/CP0fhjSxxns/s320/P1100259.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;See that weirdo there, with her tongue out? *shakes head* HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtDas0LGSKE/TVvK93rRvmI/AAAAAAAABXQ/PuMKW1AO-cw/s1600/P1100260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BtDas0LGSKE/TVvK93rRvmI/AAAAAAAABXQ/PuMKW1AO-cw/s320/P1100260.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mC2_623KSSI/TVvL5ccbCCI/AAAAAAAABXU/t71eXGof8cQ/s1600/P1100265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mC2_623KSSI/TVvL5ccbCCI/AAAAAAAABXU/t71eXGof8cQ/s320/P1100265.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sal, looking all normal (as if); Peng, looking all evil (true). XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_NB52vySTCA/TVvMxJl7sJI/AAAAAAAABXY/D5QIhrLLXw0/s1600/P1100267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_NB52vySTCA/TVvMxJl7sJI/AAAAAAAABXY/D5QIhrLLXw0/s320/P1100267.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;V and Mother Hen. &lt;i&gt;Yerr&lt;/i&gt; what's with the legs-crossing? XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4LFbFJGlEmg/TV0fu60P2WI/AAAAAAAABYc/r08sTeBiXhM/s1600/P1100275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4LFbFJGlEmg/TV0fu60P2WI/AAAAAAAABYc/r08sTeBiXhM/s320/P1100275.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Canny went home too early, boo. From left: RS, VV, SL, LP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KLenULt6TY8/TVvPvwiif-I/AAAAAAAABXg/tKoKiJFOqmk/s1600/P1100278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KLenULt6TY8/TVvPvwiif-I/AAAAAAAABXg/tKoKiJFOqmk/s320/P1100278.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q_EKZ09ZD-o/TVvRvKD0_vI/AAAAAAAABXo/-yV3M6Ca850/s1600/P1100288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q_EKZ09ZD-o/TVvRvKD0_vI/AAAAAAAABXo/-yV3M6Ca850/s320/P1100288.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our favourite pose. Lame but funny. HAHA.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp_9LVW2VvI/TVvSvX87vBI/AAAAAAAABXs/zfXTT59Ltto/s1600/P1100294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pp_9LVW2VvI/TVvSvX87vBI/AAAAAAAABXs/zfXTT59Ltto/s320/P1100294.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The common "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil" pose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6CeUD1SZelY/TVvUyBUjt8I/AAAAAAAABXw/ZhtMcSoHP_8/s1600/P1100297.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6CeUD1SZelY/TVvUyBUjt8I/AAAAAAAABXw/ZhtMcSoHP_8/s320/P1100297.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ubyk0u1FUmo/TVvVzLKqf8I/AAAAAAAABX0/k7Y8WUJyRCY/s1600/P1100303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ubyk0u1FUmo/TVvVzLKqf8I/AAAAAAAABX0/k7Y8WUJyRCY/s320/P1100303.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Emphasizing our long legs, which Sal does not have. HAHA. Don't kill me. X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZAoOFYpseg/TVvW1ED00XI/AAAAAAAABX4/BNAzfj4hVR4/s1600/P1100311.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LZAoOFYpseg/TVvW1ED00XI/AAAAAAAABX4/BNAzfj4hVR4/s320/P1100311.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKdy4IzAz58/TVvXyFPZQuI/AAAAAAAABX8/JlD9jxgye4A/s1600/P1100320.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKdy4IzAz58/TVvXyFPZQuI/AAAAAAAABX8/JlD9jxgye4A/s320/P1100320.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Once again, my awesome long legs. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z0rJpxKbQc/TVvYzaIxg2I/AAAAAAAABYA/BXu3013-hLw/s1600/P1100321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z0rJpxKbQc/TVvYzaIxg2I/AAAAAAAABYA/BXu3013-hLw/s320/P1100321.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8p3JimzMSk/TVvZ_fCGO-I/AAAAAAAABYE/Ei2FBpqgu4g/s1600/P1100323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8p3JimzMSk/TVvZ_fCGO-I/AAAAAAAABYE/Ei2FBpqgu4g/s320/P1100323.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WzgPq6rg3c/TVva_0iRfpI/AAAAAAAABYI/vzUx2JT6cF4/s1600/P1100328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5WzgPq6rg3c/TVva_0iRfpI/AAAAAAAABYI/vzUx2JT6cF4/s320/P1100328.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Korean bow. HAHA. This only works if you're viewing this photos continuously. 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4XaXkZ1zbU/TVvbz7InFEI/AAAAAAAABYM/8x52Vrk7PN4/s1600/P1100329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R4XaXkZ1zbU/TVvbz7InFEI/AAAAAAAABYM/8x52Vrk7PN4/s320/P1100329.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9b6HMVjvh4/TVvcq_9MjPI/AAAAAAAABYQ/PyvpwX3D1vo/s1600/P1100330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u9b6HMVjvh4/TVvcq_9MjPI/AAAAAAAABYQ/PyvpwX3D1vo/s320/P1100330.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CKdJbadKM-g/TV0nuWQ6J2I/AAAAAAAABYk/Uz7B8DLo1nk/s1600/P1100332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CKdJbadKM-g/TV0nuWQ6J2I/AAAAAAAABYk/Uz7B8DLo1nk/s320/P1100332.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Was supposed to be the arrogant pose, in which I did perfectly. But somehow, Peng and Sal looked &amp;lt;insert your own comment here&amp;gt;. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MlhGpUA9-vM/TVvej5GiRUI/AAAAAAAABYY/Izop3sa_pGo/s1600/P1100335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MlhGpUA9-vM/TVvej5GiRUI/AAAAAAAABYY/Izop3sa_pGo/s320/P1100335.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;The RSLP,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;so many years and still going strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-1722702058754661713?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/1722702058754661713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-house-6211.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/1722702058754661713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/1722702058754661713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-house-6211.html' title='My House 6.2.11'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FI93sugK-8I/TVvJGSZLysI/AAAAAAAABXI/KWOPLD-H4fI/s72-c/P1100258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-5084758490386788729</id><published>2011-02-15T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T21:07:02.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Kia Hooi's House 6.2.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOW5sTn0mu8/TVptl2WAzfI/AAAAAAAABVE/J_SpDrKZbkA/s1600/P1100228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOW5sTn0mu8/TVptl2WAzfI/AAAAAAAABVE/J_SpDrKZbkA/s320/P1100228.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kia Hooi aka Lu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IFjXKAk0su8/TVpuix5k0TI/AAAAAAAABVI/2o1pDKRLM3o/s1600/P1100230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IFjXKAk0su8/TVpuix5k0TI/AAAAAAAABVI/2o1pDKRLM3o/s320/P1100230.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vi Vian aka Wee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ScVrcYvWBK0/TVpvgRqZVqI/AAAAAAAABVM/LevuPD4RBZU/s1600/P1100231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ScVrcYvWBK0/TVpvgRqZVqI/AAAAAAAABVM/LevuPD4RBZU/s320/P1100231.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Rachel aka Ray.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhwX5XiCqWI/TVpwWKGVruI/AAAAAAAABVQ/eQuandI6ius/s1600/P1100234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AhwX5XiCqWI/TVpwWKGVruI/AAAAAAAABVQ/eQuandI6ius/s320/P1100234.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Domino's Pizza, 1300-triple 8-triple 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WmGuMxq3CWM/TVpxNz3RRPI/AAAAAAAABVU/VwjXTG6zID8/s1600/P1100235.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WmGuMxq3CWM/TVpxNz3RRPI/AAAAAAAABVU/VwjXTG6zID8/s320/P1100235.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SYs4uhJq7dQ/TVpyJ8oULGI/AAAAAAAABVY/88FPYUbxv70/s1600/P1100237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SYs4uhJq7dQ/TVpyJ8oULGI/AAAAAAAABVY/88FPYUbxv70/s320/P1100237.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3kngjEhASU/TVpzIXDgq5I/AAAAAAAABVc/OX5G75CESw0/s1600/P1100242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m3kngjEhASU/TVpzIXDgq5I/AAAAAAAABVc/OX5G75CESw0/s320/P1100242.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lu's &lt;s&gt;awful&lt;/s&gt; awesome drawing. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1WbsSokyqoQ/TVp0G6teojI/AAAAAAAABVg/Cn3Hcroqrac/s1600/P1100244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1WbsSokyqoQ/TVp0G6teojI/AAAAAAAABVg/Cn3Hcroqrac/s320/P1100244.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gobblerella! The hamster I named, but disagreed by Wee. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnZ9wf3elNk/TVp1CsBPihI/AAAAAAAABVk/yHCplCs-Ly0/s1600/P1100247.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fnZ9wf3elNk/TVp1CsBPihI/AAAAAAAABVk/yHCplCs-Ly0/s320/P1100247.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peng trying the soon-to-be-her-uniform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2R_Y8bLmL7U/TVp14zA4LuI/AAAAAAAABVo/OOV5gUQ_vyY/s1600/P1100250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2R_Y8bLmL7U/TVp14zA4LuI/AAAAAAAABVo/OOV5gUQ_vyY/s320/P1100250.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The happy family, minus Yen. From above, left: Sal, Me, Peng, Canny, Lu, Wee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BPiATqDfMF8/TVp2wzhlpoI/AAAAAAAABVs/ZCf2BZTUUuU/s1600/P1100252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BPiATqDfMF8/TVp2wzhlpoI/AAAAAAAABVs/ZCf2BZTUUuU/s320/P1100252.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYtKy0JqBhw/TVp3tQZF5FI/AAAAAAAABVw/CPhhvfdgews/s1600/P1100255.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYtKy0JqBhw/TVp3tQZF5FI/AAAAAAAABVw/CPhhvfdgews/s320/P1100255.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXAKmFbIZgM/TVp4qeUUokI/AAAAAAAABV0/rWRyD3l6CXE/s1600/P1100256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXAKmFbIZgM/TVp4qeUUokI/AAAAAAAABV0/rWRyD3l6CXE/s320/P1100256.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lulu, unexpectedly happy about going back to NS camp. Hurry back, you devil. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4550217247059105909-5084758490386788729?l=rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/feeds/5084758490386788729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/02/kia-hoois-house-6211.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/5084758490386788729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4550217247059105909/posts/default/5084758490386788729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rebelliousstreak.blogspot.com/2011/02/kia-hoois-house-6211.html' title='Kia Hooi&apos;s House 6.2.11'/><author><name>Rachel Saw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12340640873597984522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rtnKVYQAS2U/TsILWSwSrDI/AAAAAAAABoU/i2jpyPxq6rI/s220/roar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOW5sTn0mu8/TVptl2WAzfI/AAAAAAAABVE/J_SpDrKZbkA/s72-c/P1100228.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4550217247059105909.post-4293125667766326776</id><published>2011-02-15T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T19:56:33.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Kim's House 5.2.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TJ5283aQ2fQ/TVo4vFHozaI/AAAAAAAABTg/ZYIWE-1fDEY/s1600/P1100156.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TJ5283aQ2fQ/TVo4vFHozaI/AAAAAAAABTg/ZYIWE-1fDEY/s320/P1100156.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The spaghetti that KIM specifically cooked for us. Aww. X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yc8Qch9Xg0w/TVo5uhKMhEI/AAAAAAAABTk/gZrwDsWD4WE/s1600/P1100157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yc8Qch9Xg0w/TVo5uhKMhEI/AAAAAAAABTk/gZrwDsWD4WE/s320/P1100157.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wei Li, Kim the hostess, Ying Nu Shi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PuGFDdFdmYw/TVo6oifzV7I/AAAAAAAABTo/GOEPOvSsGwc/s1600/P1100158.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PuGFDdFdmYw/TVo6oifzV7I/AAAAAAAABTo/GOEPOvSsGwc/s320/P1100158.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Girijya and Thilagah (she just came back from NS, not much change right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKQiKYjTqNo/TVo7mbaV-aI/AAAAAAAABTs/PtdNKA1GSCs/s1600/P1100159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKQiKYjTqNo/TVo7mbaV-aI/AAAAAAAABTs/PtdNKA1GSCs/s320/P1100159.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ying and Wei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6JAUPdS_3_E/TVo8b2LLAXI/AAAAAAAABTw/YJkHTAzFzuw/s1600/P1100161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6JAUPdS_3_E/TVo8b2LLAXI/AAAAAAAABTw/YJkHTAzFzuw/s320/P1100161.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wei and me. And the huge prawn. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdxlN8xWVN4/TVo9WtlHwAI/AAAAAAAABT0/Gx0xaEMGPDw/s1600/P1100163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hdxlN8xWVN4/TVo9WtlHwAI/AAAAAAAABT0/Gx0xaEMGPDw/s320/P1100163.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The "in between" game that we played. Got back the money I lost, THANK GOD. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lL9obMrqM/TVo-Sv2xI2I/AAAAAAAABT4/3o4ehZRE9Ys/s1600/P1100166.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x0lL9obMrqM/TVo-Sv2xI2I/AAAAAAAABT4/3o4ehZRE9Ys/s320/P1100166.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kei Lih who just left for Aussie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cl1nTHbyEww/TVo_Ntex9xI/AAAAAAAABT8/i4QRXRJTpYQ/s1600/P1100168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cl1nTHbyEww/TVo_Ntex9xI/AAAAAAAABT8/i4QRXRJTpYQ/s320/P1100168.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kim the hostess, finally understood what Kei Lih said. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QrMjY_KDz3g/TVpAJ_0grNI/AAAAAAAABUA/J4iCpMmKKrs/s1600/P1100171.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QrMjY_KDz3g/TVpAJ_0grNI/AAAAAAAABUA/J4iCpMmKKrs/s320/P1100171.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ying Nu Shi, who arrived fashionably late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0pPNL_CJnM/TVpBDvJ0wlI/AAAAAAAABUE/SNpblLbCIU0/s1600/P1100173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W0pPNL_CJnM/TVpBDvJ0wlI/AAAAAAAABUE/SNpblLbCIU0/s320/P1100173.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me, the Saint of Gamblers. X)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CcBg11NzN8o/TVpCBhuSB4I/AAAAAAAABUI/OcuCD2HmhOU/s1600/P1100174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CcBg11NzN8o/TVpCBhuSB4I/AAAAAAAABUI/OcuCD2HmhOU/s320/P1100174.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wei Li, the candle princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8f5lrQHgjpA/TVpC-sPqFII/AAAAAAAABUM/19mc9oL1A-Q/s1600/P1100176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8f5lrQHgjpA/TVpC-sPqFII/AAAAAAAABUM/19mc9oL1A-Q/s320/P1100176.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wei Wei, the pervert. HAHA! That so didn't change okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEIsEoS5rf0/TVpnCKhDsOI/AAAAAAAABVA/w88llxg7av0/s1600/P1100196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nEIsEoS5rf0/TVpnCKhDsOI/AAAAAAAABVA/w88llxg7av0/s320/P1100196.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kim showing her incredulity 'cause Girijya and Thilagah were watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S. the whole time. HAHA. I was watching AND gambling. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cn_7fu6oJu4/TVpD8nRFz8I/AAAAAAAABUQ/SE2HIKk0ihY/s1600/P1100190.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cn_7fu6oJu4/TVpD8nRFz8I/AAAAAAAABUQ/SE2HIKk0ihY/s320/P1100190.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Wei Li, Kim, Rong Miin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYARRQFPCxo/TVpE5K17WFI/AAAAAAAABUU/Dh2X_t49f-g/s1600/P1100197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYARRQFPCxo/TVpE5K17WFI/AAAAAAAABUU/Dh2X_t49f-g/s320/P1100197.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone who were there. From left: Shwu Yiing, me, Thila, Wei, Wei Li, Kim, Girijya, Jass Sin, Kei Lih, Sal, Rong Miin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3PzwjQtsAbg/TVpF01EsBKI/AAAAAAAABUY/fESOdg1k2Go/s1600/P1100200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3PzwjQtsAbg/TVpF01EsBKI/AAAAAAAABUY/fESOdg1k2Go/s320/P1100200.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Wei and Sal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ne0Wepi1Hs/TVpGsmPYN5I/AAAAAAAABUc/N2rgL4v5qrc/s1600/P1100206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9ne0Wepi1Hs/TVpGsmPYN5I/AAAAAAAABUc/N2rgL4v5qrc/s320/P1100206.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sal and Kim. (I have like 5 photos of them doing the same thing. *Sighs* Hahaha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0EsJxc7gahs/TVpHqf-2rhI/AAAAAAAABUg/1sNXA2DCHg4/s1600/P1100207.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt
