<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:42:34.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rachel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>444</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-5094483787922141267</id><published>2007-02-25T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T19:00:56.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bye Blogger,&lt;br /&gt;Please Relink:&lt;br /&gt;http://unrequiteddlove.livejournal.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-5094483787922141267?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/5094483787922141267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/5094483787922141267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/bye-blogger-please-relink.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-5327718741555399560</id><published>2007-02-24T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T15:40:39.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rd_rzc26hUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ilZlK-Z_QLQ/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035002177575880002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rd_rzc26hUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ilZlK-Z_QLQ/s320/happy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pissed with GV 24 hr phone booking system. It's being such a nutcase. Hurr, mummy got mad at it too, so she decided to just buy it from her cinema at her work place. Haha, midnight show tonight, for Just Follow Law, seems funny. Hahhaha, tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phyllis brightened my day this morning by annoucing a real great news that's worth applauding. Tsk, but I don't have any feeling about it. Hurr, just don't get in my way, super annoying. And, she tempted me with food, again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuition like, soon. Boring, and there's so much homework for this weekends. Ugh, like, 22 pages of english. Omg, I'm so screwed, I'm only like at page 5. Tsk, and bio homework's a big question mark luh. Got to do a practical exercise without any knowledge about the experiment, so have to like, guess the answer? Yeah, two thumbs up. Haiy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chingay tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-5327718741555399560?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/5327718741555399560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/5327718741555399560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-pissed-with-gv-24-hr-phone-booking.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rd_rzc26hUI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ilZlK-Z_QLQ/s72-c/happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-1737318407689930977</id><published>2007-02-23T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T20:36:58.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo all! I'm in a way good mood. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rd7fNs26hSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZJ58m-gjJtg/s1600-h/IMG11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034706859919574306" style="CURSOR: hand" height="268" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rd7fNs26hSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZJ58m-gjJtg/s320/IMG11.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahaa, school today was kind of shit. Annoying people doing their usual stuff, irritating people standing up for people and a nobody acting arrogant. What ever luh, you're a nobody, don't look for trouble. Anyway, I'M AWARDING YOU FOR YOUR &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRAVERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Good for you, I'm so happy for you. Hohohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all I want to say is, really, hit the gym man. I'll pay for your enterance fee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rd7fms26hTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/s5pwrXXn1H0/s1600-h/mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034707289416303922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rd7fms26hTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/s5pwrXXn1H0/s320/mask.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read Phyllis's blog just now, and she made me laugh real hard yesterday, let me summarise:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;She wants to get someone to rape someone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We called someone an *** bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She said she wanted to eat some chicken or pork or potato SHIT, and she said it was yummy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We wanted to call Carrie Chong. (Inside joke)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She said I set a bomb. (Inside thing)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were being real mean, but it was damn funny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahhaa, anyway. School today. Hmmmm, though it suck, I'm still happy. Got back our results for Physics, Maths and English. Passed all. THANK GOODNESS. Omf gosh, I actually passed my Mathematics, came in third behind Phy. -A pat on my back- A1 okay, first time in my entire life. Mama's gonna be very proud, and I told Phy she came in second after Ren Xuan, -A pat on her back- Hard work pays off, people. :D And yay, I passed physics. :D :D :D :D :D &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm effing&lt;/span&gt; happy&lt;/strong&gt;. But I think I'm so going to fail my Biology. Basket, hahahaha! Okay, sorry world, I'm just too happy. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in a good mood now, so don't spoil it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tgif tgif tgif, no tuition tomorrow morning too, that means, I'LL GET MY LONG SLEEP. HURRAY. Hahahhaa, and daddy's got to do some talking now. I want to get out from dance. Bye bye world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Cute! I don't know what I can do, all I can do is to ask you to cheer up! So please Cheer up okay! I'll reply your letter! And don't think so much before your sleep, you'll get nightmares. Hhahah, nonsenses, but who cares luh! So please smile more okay! Love you! Muaaaaaaaaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-1737318407689930977?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/1737318407689930977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/1737318407689930977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/yo-all-im-in-way-good-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rd7fNs26hSI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ZJ58m-gjJtg/s72-c/IMG11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-4443894382117340121</id><published>2007-02-22T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T18:30:48.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holla. Hate Thursdays, bag's so damn heavy luh. Rarr, school was kind of a drag today and time passed really slowly during lessons. But thank gosh tomorrow's Friday. Haha, anyway, crappy load of stuff are pissing me off, like wth. Some people are driving me nuts. Omg, seriously, before you start sprouting things about people, think. And interfering into other people's business is totally stupid. Like, what can you do? Oh yeah, I know! Make the matter worse. Yeah, that's what you're doing luh. Hurr hurr, well, I won't blame you, sometimes, some people would like to make themselves sound like a 'big sister' right. Hurr, go to the gym luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rd1u8826hQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k_jwh18m01Y/s1600-h/city+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034301951877743874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rd1u8826hQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k_jwh18m01Y/s320/city+life.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back our english paper tomorrow, and Mrs Soon said some of us failed. Omg. And I still can't believe I passed SS okay, like until now. Omg omg omg, hhahahhaa. Kay, sorry, I had never passed SS before luh, let me be happy for once. Hahha! Okay okay. I'm scared I fail Maths okay, daddy'll kill me for sure. Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rd1vUc26hRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/SQYqET937lM/s1600-h/emo+at+a+corner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034302355604669714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rd1vUc26hRI/AAAAAAAAAIo/SQYqET937lM/s320/emo+at+a+corner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Daddy bought a fax cum scanner cum photocopier machine. Hahhaa, coolios, and the price's even more interesting. Dang. He's paying it, and I'm not using it anyway. Ah, what ever. Haha. Time to change my printer and my handphone. Haw haw, oh well. March holidays are like so freaking far away. I so can't wait for it - though there's the stupid idiotic and so annoying dance prac. I want my sleeeeep badly. Ugh, got to go catch my nap. I'm so tired, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe it's better if you think before what you say? Cause I'm think twice about telling you my stuff luh. Don't force us to go your way, if you want to go your way, feel free to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thank you Charlene Yeo for that Vday card. Muahhhhh! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-4443894382117340121?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/4443894382117340121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/4443894382117340121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/holla.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rd1u8826hQI/AAAAAAAAAIg/k_jwh18m01Y/s72-c/city+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-8232676177892790856</id><published>2007-02-21T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:45:51.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AMAZINGLY YOU READ MY BLOG, unfortunately i wasnt writing about you and if you think you are so great that everyone wants to write on their blogs about you then please go do some reflection. Or go emo at a corner, what ever. Dont look down on retainers cause you aint any better. Look at yourself before you say others, thank you. Do you have depression that you hallucinate? or is it your ego is so big you start hallucinating that everyone is talking about you? No one wants to fight with you and stop acting all wise and saying what whoever woke you up cause if you were fast enough you could have realised it yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, don't make yourself sound like you're being great by typing out all those sorrowful words. Cause you don't even get your facts right. Maybe you can go find out who wrote those stuff before blogging. Thank you very much. Oh, and, who said she wasn't fit? If she really wasn't fit to be, are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-8232676177892790856?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/8232676177892790856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/8232676177892790856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/amazingly-you-read-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-5232534343192529898</id><published>2007-02-21T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:56:13.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SS marks are back, and guess what people. Rachel &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; passed it. Like yayyyy. Hahhaha, I had &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; passed SS okay. Haw haw haw, I'm happy bout it. So far I've got back 2, and I passed both. -A pat on my back- But more results are gonna come back, hope I pass man, especially mathematics. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rdweh5yrYfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Uy91RnS-mqs/s1600-h/Picture+262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033932051291267570" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="143" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rdweh5yrYfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Uy91RnS-mqs/s320/Picture+262.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got a real nice pressie from Karin. :D And gave the Rtts their real late V.Day presents. Hahhaa, and school's quiet and lifeless without Phyllis and Charlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ndp practice tomorrow and Friday- Boring shit. Got to stay back late again, Ugh, what a drag. Boring boring boring, I'd rather stay home and sleep. Gah, I'm tired. Ciaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hahahahaa, loser. Don't make me hate you, now the world's against you. Back off and stop trying to make me 'respect' you. Ask yourself why everyone's leaving you. Well, I don't think it's up to what you can control, you can't control yourself. It's okay, just leave us alone. Or commit suicide with ********. I can't be bothered, I'll still talk to you though, &lt;u&gt;I think&lt;/u&gt;. Just try not to block and unblock, bloack and unblock me. I have to like set myself to busy all the time. Tata my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;(maybe not).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-5232534343192529898?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/5232534343192529898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/5232534343192529898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/ss-marks-are-back-and-guess-what-people.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rdweh5yrYfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Uy91RnS-mqs/s72-c/Picture+262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-4677231557524138704</id><published>2007-02-19T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T16:51:39.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#FF0066"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fpinayscandal.t4st3ch.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FBeyonce%20-%20Listen.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FF0066;border:#330000;button:#330000;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song, it's effing nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;Listen - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 1:&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;To the song here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;A melody I start but can't complete&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;To the sound from deep within&lt;br /&gt;It's only beginning to find release&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the time has come &lt;br /&gt;For my dreams to be heard&lt;br /&gt;They will not be pushed aside and turned&lt;br /&gt;Into your own, all 'cause you wonâ€™t listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Listen &lt;br /&gt;I am alone at a crossroads&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at home in my own home &lt;br /&gt;And I've tried and tried &lt;br /&gt;To say what's on my mind &lt;br /&gt;You should have known &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now I'm done believing you &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what I'm feeling &lt;br /&gt;I'm more than what you made of me &lt;br /&gt;I've followed the voice you gave to me &lt;br /&gt;But now I've got to find my own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERSE 2:&lt;br /&gt;You should have listened&lt;br /&gt;There is someone here inside&lt;br /&gt;Someone I thought had died so long ago &lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm screamin out&lt;br /&gt;And my dreams will be heard&lt;br /&gt;They will not be pushed aside or worse&lt;br /&gt;Into your own, all 'cause you won't listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Listen &lt;br /&gt;I am alone at a crossroads&lt;br /&gt;I'm not at home in my own home &lt;br /&gt;And I've tried and tried &lt;br /&gt;To say what's on my mind &lt;br /&gt;You should have known &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now I'm done believing you &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what I'm feeling &lt;br /&gt;I'm more than what you made of me &lt;br /&gt;I've followed the voice you gave to me &lt;br /&gt;But now I've got to find my own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I belong&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be moving on &lt;br /&gt;If you don't, if you won't&lt;br /&gt;Listen &lt;br /&gt;To the song here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;A melody I start but I will complete &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd part of CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now I'm done believing you &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what I'm feeling &lt;br /&gt;I'm more than what you made of me &lt;br /&gt;I've followed the voice you gave to me &lt;br /&gt;But now I've got to find my own, my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go watch Dreamgirls, it's nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;And Jennifer Hudson's voice is, WOOOOOOH. Hahhahaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-4677231557524138704?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/4677231557524138704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/4677231557524138704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/go-watch-dreamgirls-its-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-7094360451312121738</id><published>2007-02-19T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T16:38:28.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rdle5dfhIeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/owCfhkwnCfQ/s1600-h/Picture+256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033158399825617378" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="165" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rdle5dfhIeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/owCfhkwnCfQ/s320/Picture+256.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cny's draggy this year. Relatives are overseas and that means, lesser people to visit, means lesser angpaos. Hahaha, anyway. Reunion dinner on Saturday was coolios. Met up with Debbie all, and yeah, food was great. What you expect? It's my granny's cooking- duh! Hahaha, then went over to Aunt's house for crab. :D Yummy luh, oh, and I saw the puppies- freaking adorable please. Hahaha, went back at around midnight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdlgM9fhIfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-hJUfCTKJJA/s1600-h/Picture+259+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033159834344694258" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="145" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdlgM9fhIfI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-hJUfCTKJJA/s320/Picture+259+edited.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went visiting yesterday, got a hundred bucks angpao from daddy's friend. (WOOH) Coooolios, then went everywhere visiting some relatives. Hehe, okay. Boring, hahaha. Lion dancing at my house, like now? Yeah, and the lion came into my study and I got a shock of my life okay. I'm like blogging here and suddenly there's this big thing popping in. Gah, and I think they read my post. Hahaha, lame shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rdlg39fhIgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/40t6OBIKoPg/s1600-h/Picture+267+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033160573079069186" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" height="142" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rdlg39fhIgI/AAAAAAAAAH0/40t6OBIKoPg/s320/Picture+267+edited.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going over to mum's boss's house later. I heard they're filthy rich, got to go check out their house man. Woosh, hahahaa. Then going to my dad's friend's house. Blah blah blah, hahhaa. My mum told me, she gave a Superman jacket to this butch, and she totally stunned when she saw it. Hahhaa, funny people. My mum's mad luh, she took me around town for two weeks just to search for that present for her butch friend. -.- Oh, and that shirt that butch got for my mom's effing niceeeeee. Hahaha, tskk, where's mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rdlhk9fhIhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/cbegMts95VY/s1600-h/Picture+268+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033161346173182482" style="WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="183" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rdlhk9fhIhI/AAAAAAAAAH8/cbegMts95VY/s320/Picture+268+edited.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Let me tell this to the world. How to delete someone from your msn contacts. First, block the person. Second, delete him/her. Please remember to block him/her, cause the other party will see you online. And you wouldn't want him/her to see you online right? So please use your brain, dumb ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay people, I've got to go out, buh byeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Replies;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akina: I love my one and only Cute tooo! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlene: Gong xi fa caixzxzxzxzxzxzx to you too! Muahh! &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/8192922-7094360451312121738?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/7094360451312121738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/7094360451312121738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-new-year-all.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rdle5dfhIeI/AAAAAAAAAHk/owCfhkwnCfQ/s72-c/Picture+256.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-5433816804044715131</id><published>2007-02-17T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T17:30:27.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;If you're not happy with your life, go commit suicide. At least that wouldn't make any one of us a murderer. I had enough of your stupid attitude, you're younger than me for heaven's sake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-5433816804044715131?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/5433816804044715131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/5433816804044715131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/if-youre-not-happy-with-your-life-go.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-2060648391075877915</id><published>2007-02-16T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T21:57:53.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was fun today. Had Physics practical all, woosh man. Hahhaa, then had a debate for english. Had Chinese New Year celebration stuff after that, oh, and we were showed the NE mation clips that were like in the top ten. And it was great, with a capital G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdWww9fhIdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1AaCfb7KB_U/s1600-h/Image(028)+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032122513843364306" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="139" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdWww9fhIdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1AaCfb7KB_U/s320/Image(028)+edited.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone went mad in the hall. And Funghua was like a retarded person making me laugh like crazy luh. Hahahaha. School ended and &lt;strong&gt;TGIF&lt;/strong&gt;, my sleep. Yawn, haven't had enough sleep this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdWdltfhIXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XyjjSAcFJxE/s1600-h/rachel!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032101429848908146" style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="113" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdWdltfhIXI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XyjjSAcFJxE/s320/rachel!.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdWwgNfhIcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VV4GAVCG0Mw/s1600-h/sweet+love..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032122226080555458" style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" height="112" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdWwgNfhIcI/AAAAAAAAAG0/VV4GAVCG0Mw/s320/sweet+love..jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compassed with Akina, Karthiga, Tracy and Karin. Went to Sakura for lunch and had Tiramisu cake. :D And a long story behind it. Haha, anyway, went to take pictures with them then homed with Amanda and Tracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdWnHNfhIYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0hGliRHWAJI/s1600-h/Image(029)+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032111900979175810" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdWnHNfhIYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0hGliRHWAJI/s320/Image(029)+edited.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we sat on the last row of the 86. And here comes this guy, and he sits on our extreme left. And in front of him was this girl who was listening to her mp3. And suddenly, he took out his phone and played his cheena songs like DAMN LOUD. We were like, gosh. And that girl kept adjusting her volume, hahahaha, I was laughing. Then Tracy went to ask him to turn it off cause he's like being so inconsiderate? But he look back to his phone and acted as if nothing happen. Typical ah beng. Major turn off man, oh my gosh. And Amanda and Tracy took pictures of him, hahahahahhaa, so funny. Stupid man, such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdWoxtfhIZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/poz2Gjv5n-k/s1600-h/Image(040)+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032113730635243922" style="WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="154" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdWoxtfhIZI/AAAAAAAAAGc/poz2Gjv5n-k/s320/Image(040)+edited.jpg" width="221" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another idiot, Amanda and I were like, going to play swing, and guess what. Some idiot went to twine the stupid swing and it's like stuck up there. Basket lah, we were trying to get it down but it's too high, whalao! I can't go swinging if the swing's not down lah, damn it! :( Someone, please go down to the whatever-park it's called opposite the old Seletar market (now's all grass -.-), to get the swing down, I want to swing! Hahhaha, okay. -.- Lame shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdWsbdfhIaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/av-fyZLqmA4/s1600-h/Image(034)+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032117746429665698" style="WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="139" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdWsbdfhIaI/AAAAAAAAAGk/av-fyZLqmA4/s320/Image(034)+edited.jpg" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdWwAdfhIbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/YFOQAVYQ2c8/s1600-h/Love..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032121680619708850" style="WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="141" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdWwAdfhIbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/YFOQAVYQ2c8/s320/Love..jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheena new year reunion's like tomorrow. Finally can get to meet up with cousin all. Yay. And it's been so long since the whole family had dinner together. Hopping over to Aunt's place too for supper. Gah, Oh! I can get to see my puppppppyyyy! Hahaha. :D Going round Singapore on Sunday and Monday collecting angpaos. Haha, okay Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Replies;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amanda: Hahahha, it's okay luh. REALLY. Awwwww! Hahahha! Love!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlene: Haiyoooo, won't lah! Okay, I'll try not to put those pictures again. Hahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cara: Hahhaa, okay okay. NO LOR, cause whenever you call me, I always never notice mah! Next time must go in front of my eyes okay. Hahahahha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nat: Hahaha, no, you're the pig. And thank me for talking to you. Hahhaha! :D&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/8192922-2060648391075877915?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/2060648391075877915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/2060648391075877915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/school-was-fun-today.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdWww9fhIdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/1AaCfb7KB_U/s72-c/Image(028)+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-416082861628716259</id><published>2007-02-14T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:59:55.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to all :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdLm4dfhIOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FvsY8u7yHA0/s1600-h/Image(018).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031337591390150882" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="130" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdLm4dfhIOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FvsY8u7yHA0/s320/Image(018).jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School was slacky today. Hahaha, oh. When I came school this morning, some sec threes were like placing their V day pressies (for their friends luh), on the canteen table. And like screaming and acting like big shots. Tsk. You know what the scene looked like? A funfair. Like as if they were selling things, real funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdLnLdfhIQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7lU8Fq0wV7U/s1600-h/Image(021).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031337917807665410" style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="111" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdLnLdfhIQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/7lU8Fq0wV7U/s320/Image(021).jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my gosh, I love the teddy Akina gave me. So cute luh! :D Oh, and the cookies Tiffany gave me. So sweet! (of her). Rtts are exchanging next Wednesday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdLnYNfhIRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vfMP4iIVO_c/s1600-h/Image(022).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031338136850997522" style="WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" height="136" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdLnYNfhIRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/vfMP4iIVO_c/s320/Image(022).jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah. Before going to SS, I nearly fall (AGAIN), like wth, it's like the third time already. And Sharleen was like laughing luh. &gt;:( And Phyllis laughed the previous time. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdLn5NfhISI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lRh0VQwepUk/s1600-h/Image(023).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031338703786680610" style="WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="148" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdLn5NfhISI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lRh0VQwepUk/s320/Image(023).jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compassed after school with mummy and Tracy, went to eat Sakae then to cd shops. And we're going over to grandma's place later to deliver stuff. Heh heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy bought a Power juicer. Hah! And she's like so happy about it. She was talking about how good it was that a whole apple could go in and we don't have to cut it small. Blah blah, I know all these. I'm a tv person. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdLpf9fhIVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PUBiqMvEm04/s1600-h/Image(026).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031340469018239314" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="132" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdLpf9fhIVI/AAAAAAAAAFc/PUBiqMvEm04/s320/Image(026).jpg" width="238" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdLoYtfhITI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SXxldthfR9s/s1600-h/Image(024).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031339244952559922" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="143" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdLoYtfhITI/AAAAAAAAAFM/SXxldthfR9s/s320/Image(024).jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of tv. Mummy bought two new Korean shows. :D But I've got NO time at all, my mum was like, "Watch it during the holidays." Ugh, you know what. March holiday's like too short and June holiday's months away. :( What ever. Cracko stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdLo8NfhIUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BcMGpt6KEEM/s1600-h/Image(025).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031339854837915970" style="CURSOR: hand" height="131" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdLo8NfhIUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/BcMGpt6KEEM/s320/Image(025).jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, got to do my Total Defence homework. Hahaha. Bye bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&amp; it's time to get emo, it's Vday, my dear Rtts! Love you all :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me get this straight to you. You're getting on my nerves, who on Earth are you to show me your stupid effint attitude. I don't owe you a living, and I don't live to follow everything you say. I've got my own life please, and if you think you're so pathetic, go walk your dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &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/8192922-416082861628716259?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/416082861628716259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/416082861628716259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-to-all-d-school.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdLm4dfhIOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FvsY8u7yHA0/s72-c/Image(018).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-3622103109661750974</id><published>2007-02-13T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:20:55.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdG-6tfhIKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ibcs2O5siU/s1600-h/Happy+pretty+and+cute+first+month!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdG-6tfhIKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ibcs2O5siU/s320/Happy+pretty+and+cute+first+month!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031012174603034786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdG_KdfhILI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ofP-9wId-lQ/s1600-h/Because+I%27ll+always+be+here+for+you+to+make+you+smile+and+to+keep+you+happy!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdG_KdfhILI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ofP-9wId-lQ/s320/Because+I%27ll+always+be+here+for+you+to+make+you+smile+and+to+keep+you+happy!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031012445185974450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdG_UNfhIMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cmfNVDx4hX4/s1600-h/And+i%27ll+give+you+a+hug+whenever+you+need+one!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdG_UNfhIMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cmfNVDx4hX4/s320/And+i%27ll+give+you+a+hug+whenever+you+need+one!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031012612689699010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdG_sdfhINI/AAAAAAAAAEM/i4NJyrFj-b4/s1600-h/pretty%26cute2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdG_sdfhINI/AAAAAAAAAEM/i4NJyrFj-b4/s320/pretty%26cute2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031013029301526738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you, Akina the Cute :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Pretty&amp;Cute Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-3622103109661750974?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/3622103109661750974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/3622103109661750974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-love-you-akina-cute-d-happy-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdG-6tfhIKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4ibcs2O5siU/s72-c/Happy+pretty+and+cute+first+month!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-8248333935038295599</id><published>2007-02-13T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:35:35.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo people. What's happening to Blogger huh? It's so annoying luh. Gah, anyway. Ndp dance's totally making me real pissed off. And trainin at Seletar Camp's going to be even more tiring, under the hot sun, and imgine if it rains, oh my gosh. Ugh, what ever, stupid thing. I want to back out badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdGuXNfhIHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UFS1I5T34l4/s1600-h/rock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdGuXNfhIHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UFS1I5T34l4/s320/rock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030993972531634290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was so funny. There was like 4 lessons of Art, and I totally forgot to bring the tape for video editing, and Phyllis, forgot the tape cover. So we alled our mums to bring it down for us. And my mum keep saying, " Whalao eh, ta ma de." Hahaha, but thanks to her, I wasn't screwed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdGwSNfhIII/AAAAAAAAADY/eAgxHkXTaIE/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdGwSNfhIII/AAAAAAAAADY/eAgxHkXTaIE/s320/friends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030996085655543938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY Pretty&amp;Cute Day &lt;/strong&gt;to Akina! :D&lt;br /&gt;I bet you'll go, "Oh my!" When you get the present. Hahahhaa! Loveeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's tomorrow. And the RTTs are exchanging gifts like only next week. Tsk man! Oh well, and we've got to study for Science on Thursday, -.- How miserable. Hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my maid's got a butch friend. And like wth, she's got this real nice voice luh. Hahahha, and she's thirty plus. So funny, and my maid was like asking her to turn straight and all, cause she's like so old already. I was laughing away luh. Oh, and wth, I'm like feeling weird today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I can't walk properly, I keep twisting my ankle. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;2) I drop what ever I take up and see. Charlene, Siti and Phyllis would know.&lt;br /&gt;3) I keep thinking today's Friday, and like being so happy about having more sleep. &lt;br /&gt;4) I reply messages to wrong people.&lt;br /&gt;5) I thought my dog was missing when my maid took it out to walk, I went, "Where's my dogggggggg!"&lt;br /&gt;6) I read the same mag twice without noticing that I read it already.&lt;br /&gt;7) I read yesterday's papers and wonder why the news are the same like yesterday's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh, someone, please take me to the doctor. Haha, so dumb. Haiy, okay world. I'm going to emo at a corner already. Ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdG7FtfhIJI/AAAAAAAAADg/2n0t3hMjsfs/s1600-h/boots3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdG7FtfhIJI/AAAAAAAAADg/2n0t3hMjsfs/s320/boots3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031007965535084690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy advance Valentines' Day to the Rtts, I love you all like a lot a lot a lot! &lt;3 School with you guys are madly fun. :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-8248333935038295599?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/8248333935038295599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/8248333935038295599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/yo-people.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdGuXNfhIHI/AAAAAAAAADQ/UFS1I5T34l4/s72-c/rock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-97926591605307965</id><published>2007-02-12T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T21:34:30.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to meet Phyllis in Compass before going to Airport. Oh, before that, I was at the 86 bus stop waiting for the damn bus, and yah, I flagged it and bloody hell it went off. So annoying, but thank gosh the 163 was behind. Slap you ah, old driver. &gt;:( So anyway, went to the airport to meet Karin and hell I totally went b-l-i-n-d. Karin was sitting, and there's this girl in pink standing. Then Phyllis said, "Karin's there!" Then then, this older man in yellow went to talk to that girl. Then I went," Woh, so Karin's dad really came." Omgosh, super maluating luh, it's not even her, and Karin was like IN FRONT of me. Blind ass, get your spects changed man. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdBiM9fhIEI/AAAAAAAAACw/WrVI7HwbSfY/s1600-h/HAPPY+FEET!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030628758577553474" style="WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="101" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdBiM9fhIEI/AAAAAAAAACw/WrVI7HwbSfY/s320/HAPPY+FEET!.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, flimed till four plus, then went to meet mummy and Tracy in town. And there was this lady, boasting to her friend about her new boots she bought. (She was wearing it) And she was sticking her feet out and what the? She was wearing a skirt. Gah, see no evil man, the man in front of her was like. Wooooh. Okay, then walked like everywhere, and finally. Found the RTTs', Akina's and Tiffany's presents. Phew, like finaaalllyyy luh Rachel Chiang, you took years to think of what to get for them. -Knocks my head- But yay, hope they like it luh. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdBkTNfhIFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZhD71tSLGAs/s1600-h/heels11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030631064974991442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdBkTNfhIFI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ZhD71tSLGAs/s320/heels11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths paper, oh man, the graph, I didn't draw in the freaking table onto the graph paper luh, I'm screwed. Raww, the others were alright, hope I pass man! :D And while the Geog girls were doing their paper, we were laughing all the way. And I got scolded cos I turned back to look at what fishball was doing. Tsk, I was even talking right! Zhen shi de, I feel so accused. Dang! Then, had NDP practice, as usual. Super annoying luh this one. I so wanna quit it. Damn it, it's taking up half of my life okay. I can't go home when the sky's bright, I can't eat with my family, I can't finish all my homewrk before ten, I cannot sleep before eleven, I can't have long talks on the phone, I fell asleep in school, I have panda eyes (UGH), I start to hate 630am and I can't go home alone in the dark, I seriously need someone to accompany me. Gah, it's ruining me, and everything's coming out! Bloody hell luh, I feel so tired tired tired, and it's only Febuary, and mummy's feeling sad for me, like duh. She should. Her daughter's getting pitiful amount of sleep everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chill Phyllis. I'm sure you can forget it! :D Come over when the Schnauzer comes okay! Loveee! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it, bye world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate YOU.  I seriously HATE you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferlycia: Hahaha, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng Cheng: Hahaha, yeah, ugh, school. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karthiga: I love you too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180" height="23"  bgcolor="#33CC66"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fnuehz.free.fr%2Fradio%2Fsounds%2FMymp%20-%20True%20Colors.mp3.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#33CC66;border:#330000;button:#6633FF;player_text:#330000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-97926591605307965?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/97926591605307965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/97926591605307965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-went-to-meet-phyllis-in.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RdBiM9fhIEI/AAAAAAAAACw/WrVI7HwbSfY/s72-c/HAPPY+FEET!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-7529617385231012659</id><published>2007-02-10T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T22:03:58.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rc3VLNfhIDI/AAAAAAAAACk/uqy92dclzD0/s1600-h/finger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029910747419844658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rc3VLNfhIDI/AAAAAAAAACk/uqy92dclzD0/s320/finger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Aww,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-7529617385231012659?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/7529617385231012659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/7529617385231012659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/aww.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rc3VLNfhIDI/AAAAAAAAACk/uqy92dclzD0/s72-c/finger.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-671371487641099811</id><published>2007-02-10T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T21:51:33.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Supposed to meet Karin and Phyllis at one. And yet I was still sleeping until eleven thirty plus plus, cause I forgot to ask people to wake me up. Heh! Anyway, Karin couldn't make it today, so met Phyllis instead. Went for lunch with her then went to her place for filming. And let me tell this to the world: &lt;strong&gt;Phyllis's dog is so freaking cute luh.&lt;/strong&gt; Omgosh, it totally made feel like grabbing the puppies over like now. Hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rc26Z9fhH7I/AAAAAAAAABI/Gi5tnVvH3Wo/s1600-h/Image(014).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029881314008965042" style="WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="132" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rc26Z9fhH7I/AAAAAAAAABI/Gi5tnVvH3Wo/s320/Image(014).jpg" width="214" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compassed to buy a box to put Akina's pressie. Shopping for the RTTs, Akina and Tiffy and some others' presents maybe, tomorrow. Oh no, mummy's home on Valentine's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rc29OtfhH8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/izD2DsDPxo4/s1600-h/Compass+Point+(1)+edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029884419270320066" style="WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="141" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rc29OtfhH8I/AAAAAAAAABQ/izD2DsDPxo4/s320/Compass+Point+(1)+edited.jpg" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought of switching to LJ, but decided not to. Shall stick with this old bloody blogger. :D So anyway, Mummy and daddy went for some Wedding dinner, so no dinner outing. Filming in the morning tomorrow. I doubt I can wake up, yay, Airport here we come. I miss going there, hahaha. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haven't got much sleep this week, and tomorrow morning's taken away for the filming, so I can't sleep till afternoon, again. And there's NDP practice on Monday AND Tuesday. It's taking up my sleep and my time to study. And like wth, everyone's laughing. Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for CNY, I'm tempted by my new clothes and pumps. Another week to go, hurry come, I want my ang paos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my voice's coming back, yay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rc3Ku9fhIAI/AAAAAAAAABw/A6k3tBOTyXE/s1600-h/Sleepover+(49).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029899266972262402" style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="119" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rc3Ku9fhIAI/AAAAAAAAABw/A6k3tBOTyXE/s320/Sleepover+(49).jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rc3LGdfhIBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jMiQVD6RyUQ/s1600-h/Sleepover+(53).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029899670699188242" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="116" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rc3LGdfhIBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jMiQVD6RyUQ/s320/Sleepover+(53).jpg" width="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rc3MHtfhICI/AAAAAAAAACA/sF8d431a4hs/s1600-h/Sleepover+(33).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029900791685652514" style="WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="121" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rc3MHtfhICI/AAAAAAAAACA/sF8d431a4hs/s320/Sleepover+(33).jpg" width="157" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pictures made me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phyllis and Jolene: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleepover this June okay! Loveeee!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Replies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joey: I love you too! Eh not fair, I shall think of something to call you. Hahahah! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlene: You caught me winking at you! Don't think I don't know what you were thinking ah! Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Akina: Thankkkkks luh, you made my day. Love you too, Cute! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-671371487641099811?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/671371487641099811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/671371487641099811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/supposed-to-meet-karin-and-phyllis-at.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rc26Z9fhH7I/AAAAAAAAABI/Gi5tnVvH3Wo/s72-c/Image(014).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-8694065334022572060</id><published>2007-02-09T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T21:51:20.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogger's being such a bitch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rcx8WtfhH2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NTBc9ePRmq8/s1600-h/Image(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029531613476757346" style="WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="112" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rcx8WtfhH2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NTBc9ePRmq8/s320/Image(007).jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tgif tgif tgif tgif, finally, my sleeeeep. Didn't get much sleep this week, super tiring luh. Miss Ling's gone to the States, i think and some Mr Tan's taking over. Did formal letter writing for chinese. Gah, I think I wrote lots of rubbish in it, I couldn't think of anything luh! Zzz, then Physics, did experiment and blah, Mr Chang gave us time to study for our CT. Haha! Kay, then CT. Chinese paper, I was apparently falling asleep lah, super tired. And Geog was quite alright, we were all memorising how to convert centimeters to kilometers before the test. And everyone went confused, ahahaha! Tsk. Then had NDP practice, time passed very slowly for practice today. And my leg muscles are aching badly. Damn it luh. :( Then compassed with Amanda and Karin, and then homed with Amanda. Swinged with her and took spastic shots. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rcx_KtfhH4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zgSckwDeg0E/s1600-h/Image(012).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029534705853210498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rcx_KtfhH4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/zgSckwDeg0E/s320/Image(012).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yay, I can get my two puppies soon :D And wth, my mom ah, tell me the Mama Schnauzer's giving birth in June and just a few days ago, she say it gave birth. -.- Yay, Baby Schnauzer's coming after CNY. :D And Baby Maltease+Poodle+ don't know what + don't know what's coming next week I guess. Ahhhhh, people say I'm opening a pet shop soon. Hahahhaa, not funny. Anyway, we haven't think of names yet. And guess what the RTTs said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Since Baby's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. The other two shall be '&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' and '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cupcake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; luh!" (Inside joke)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then the other's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;muffin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Zzzzz"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Aiyah, &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; luh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Then got A, B, C."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love it, shall consider man. Hahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RcyA_tfhH5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZCyz9-Cas68/s1600-h/Image(008).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029536715897905042" style="WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="104" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RcyA_tfhH5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZCyz9-Cas68/s320/Image(008).jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, filming tomorrow, meeting Phy and Karin in the afternoon I suppose. :D And Sunday's taken up for filming too. Yay, I miss going to the Airport :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Akina's being the sweetest luh :D Love her to bits. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RcyDPNfhH6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/3JOgAD7tBrM/s1600-h/Sweet+Akina!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029539181209132962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/RcyDPNfhH6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/3JOgAD7tBrM/s320/Sweet+Akina!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love you sweeeetie! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hope Deb scored well for her O's! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye!&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/8192922-8694065334022572060?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/8694065334022572060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/8694065334022572060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/bloggers-being-such-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IrDPEcmKysw/Rcx8WtfhH2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/NTBc9ePRmq8/s72-c/Image(007).jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-117093732854677871</id><published>2007-02-08T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T20:57:35.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;SS paper's bad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have to mug more for Geog to pull the marks up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got 17/30 for Maths test. At least its a pass. -.-&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I screwed the graph for Bio.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compassed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone had chicken rice and I had chicken noodles. Thanks to my throat, no fried food.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home and got to know stuff that's... saddening. But oh well. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tiffany's gone case with her Taiwan show and I'm suffering from a damn bad sore throat. She can start singing, and I can't sing a shit. &gt;:( Damn it luh, I need a doctor. We're running out of medicine alr. Tsk, so anyway, everyone's suffering from depression. I don't know why, but it seem so. Hurr, okay, no comments though. Dang. Yay, it's PrettyAndCute day next Tuesday and I wonder what to get for that cute monkey. :D And baskettttttt, there's no Goon's Day this month. -.- Hahahaha, then we shall push it forward to the 28th then. Haha, tskk. Oh well, I heard the school's screening everyone's blogs. Haha, coolios. Hahaha, alright, I want to go mug already, geog paper tomorrow. Ah! Buh bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Replies:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Akina: Thanks Cuteeee! Yeaaaaah I will luh. x)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nat: Pork chooopppp! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-117093732854677871?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/117093732854677871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/117093732854677871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/ss-papers-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-117077551466477950</id><published>2007-02-06T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T23:25:14.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't stand it anymore, this world's playing a fool with me. And wtf, Tracy got scolding for I don't know what reason, AGAIN. It's crazy, in school, it's like this, at home, it's like this, outside, it's like this. What's all these man? Bullshit okay, I'm so going crazy. Really crazy that I don't even know why I'm so stressed. And what now, Ndp dance that takes up the whole day, but thankfully it's not everyday. And projects, and homework, and tuition, and fucking lot of stuff that are troubling me. And this started like when, after New Year, Damn all these man. Just get lost and die. Damn it, I'm so fucked up now, please luh. School's crazy enough, and what, even at home I have to face all this damn it stuff? Hello, I'm stuck in the middle and it suck. Scolding Tracy for everything she does and what, she don't even know what she's done wrong luh. What the? And what now, outside, idiots blaming me for everything, it's not like SHE's not in the wrong right. Why must it be me the one being the bad person, well, she started all these shit. And she's fucking hell running away from all these things, that's so fucking crazy. Blaming the whole world for everything and getting away with her carefree life, laughing away with all those jerks. Go, go to hell with all these. And what's hell making me pissed is. Forget it, I'll just got to find someone and throw all these stuff to. Man, this IS crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Thank you Cute, you've made my day, really :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Thanks to YOU. My life's getting down and down and down and down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-117077551466477950?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/117077551466477950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/117077551466477950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cant-stand-it-anymore-this-worlds.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-117077180495009748</id><published>2007-02-06T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:23:24.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chinese was totally slacky and boring. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Physics was slacky too, and Sharleen was so lucky not to get caught cause she forgot her book. Hahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PE was incline pull ups and standing broad jump. Pull ups are my worst nightmares. But YAY. I passed my standing broad jump. Nearly everyone in the class failed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miss Teh didn't come, 4 periods of Art's wasted. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Assembly was about, shit, I forgot. Oh yah, about Love. Heh heh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mrs Chan was kind of pissed cause everyone wants to back out from the dance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know what word/sentence to describe the dance practice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homed with Karin. Bus ride was funny, hurrr. (Tsk ah)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Played swing with Tracy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so sick of my life already. And wth, that wallet issue's still in my head. (Only Karin and Phyllis knows.) Like when I passed 77th street, damn I had to see it again, and now it's STUCK in my mind, not coming out. I don't know why also luh. Ugh. Life's like repeating itself the same way everyday. Fucking boring and hell I'm so tired luh. And what, I have to stuff myself with music before I sleep, stupid. Ugh. Omg, thank you for this wonderful 07. So many things are piling up, omgosh, forget it. Bye. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlene: HAHAHAHAHA, wth! Ego like Ego crackers lah you! Haha! Yah lah yah lah, who's so lucky to have that name? Tskk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis: I'm online now, and you're not! Hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akina: NOOOO, you make me very happy, so your name's not there, cos it states 'Makes me happy' only. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-117077180495009748?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/117077180495009748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/117077180495009748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-was-totally-slacky-and-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-117050033060507165</id><published>2007-02-03T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T18:58:52.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/947730/heartbroken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/646481/heartbroken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things you want to do now:&lt;br /&gt;1) Sleep&lt;br /&gt;2) Xbox&lt;br /&gt;3) Shopping&lt;br /&gt;4) Walk my dog, but it's f hot outside.&lt;br /&gt;5) Call that jackass&lt;br /&gt;6) Study for CTs&lt;br /&gt;7) Finish my maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;1) Phyllis&lt;br /&gt;2) Karin&lt;br /&gt;3) Ctee&lt;br /&gt;4) Charlene&lt;br /&gt;5) Amanda&lt;br /&gt;6) Sharlene&lt;br /&gt;7) Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 places you want to go now:&lt;br /&gt;1) Japan&lt;br /&gt;2) Korea&lt;br /&gt;3) A shopping mall&lt;br /&gt;4) -&lt;br /&gt;5) -&lt;br /&gt;6) -&lt;br /&gt;7) -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things you want to say 7 random people:&lt;br /&gt;1) Omg, you're pissing me off please.&lt;br /&gt;2) F off luh.&lt;br /&gt;3) Sorryyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;4) Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;5) Okay okay okay, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;6) I know you're effing rich, so stop boasting bout your money.&lt;br /&gt;7) I love you too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people you tell your stuff to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those seven on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who did you last messaged?&lt;br /&gt;Karin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last talked to on msn?&lt;br /&gt;Charlene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last talk to in person?&lt;br /&gt;Tracy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last to make your cry?&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last to make you smile?&lt;br /&gt;Tracy, she was singing badly then. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3 camp tee and fbt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going later?&lt;br /&gt;Some restaurant for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;No where, busy with the storyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you pissed at someone now?&lt;br /&gt;HELL YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who?&lt;br /&gt;Someone luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why?&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you pissed at something?&lt;br /&gt;F YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what?&lt;br /&gt;The ndp thing, I can't believe I'm in when I screwed the f audition, get me out please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hostile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;Er, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why?&lt;br /&gt;Cos I don't want wrinkles. (Stupid answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you do anything bad today?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you cry recently?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not that I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you quarrel with anyone recently?&lt;br /&gt;Not recently, nearly everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you scold anyone today?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you envy?&lt;br /&gt;Be contented with what you have luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you always update your stuff to first?&lt;br /&gt;Either Phyllis, Tiffany or Charlene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going this Valentine's?&lt;br /&gt;Dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you getting your friends?&lt;br /&gt;No idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go for Valentine's last year?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last last year?&lt;br /&gt;Eh, I think is PH. Hhahaha. I can't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your greatest wish?&lt;br /&gt;Get A for all my subjects luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-117050033060507165?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/117050033060507165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/117050033060507165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/7-things-you-want-to-do-now-1-sleep-2.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-117041562905474761</id><published>2007-02-02T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T19:27:10.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo ya! School's fun today, time passed real fast today luh, oh well. Went Lasalle's open house also. Anyway, omfgosh lah, I'm like IN for the NDP thingy. Gosh, and I thought I screwed the audition! Damn it :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, got back my phone, at last. But unfortunately, I thought I saved this pic into my memory card. But then I realised, I didn't, so it's gone. And I deleted the pic from my comp. Damn it, now it's gone for good. I thought I'm supposed to be happy. Ah damn it, I think I'm even more cursed than Phyllis lah. Basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye, I'm going to mug for CTs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-117041562905474761?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/117041562905474761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/117041562905474761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/02/boo-ya-schools-fun-today-time-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-117015635559746717</id><published>2007-01-30T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T19:26:38.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was kinda fun today. And weeks ahead are going to be hell busy, with Art project. And yeah. CTs. Ughh, well well, PE today was hell fun, hahhaha. How I love our team spirit. Hahha, and wth luh, Miss Koh went to leak out to everyone our winning strategy luh. Whalao. Tsk! And yes, we won all the way. Hahaha, and they (the opponent) kept complaining and complaining. Yadah yadah yadah, blah blah blah blah blah. Oh, and I was laughing during the game cause of a funny reason. (Inside thing), Hahaha! -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art was fun today, and yeah, project's coming up. And we have to film it at the airport. Hahhaa, and Ms Teh asked us to film it at a void deck, and she was laughing luh, cos she didn't had to do it. Tsk tsk! Hahhaa, oh well. Going to Karin's place on Sunday to get the story board done. :D Then we'll be busy the next week. Yawn. Alrights, bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;You can't act as if nothing happened,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-117015635559746717?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/117015635559746717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/117015635559746717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-was-kinda-fun-today.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-117006898449216309</id><published>2007-01-29T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:09:45.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo! Common tests are next week, gah, scary. And homework are like, woooh. I think I really need hair dye. Hahaha, okay. So anyway, went shopping with mummy yesterday and she got herself a boots and i got 2 Superman tees. :D Today's so boring, nothing to blog bout luh, and yay. Tracy bought Selegie Beancurd :D :D Hahaha, Bye bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And I've hurt myself by hurting you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-117006898449216309?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/117006898449216309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/117006898449216309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/boo-common-tests-are-next-week-gah.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116989361735339409</id><published>2007-01-27T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T18:26:57.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/788098/260107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/976800/260107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Booya! I'm bored luh. :( Had tuition just now and blah, more homework. Zzzz, anyway. I bombed my bill, and dad was kind of pissed, yawn. Haiy, I'll &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to cutdown, hahaha. Anyway, Amanda came over yesterday. Funnaye, took photos, talked about fugly people and blah. Then walked her out like eleven plus going to twelve. What the hell luh, Tracy didn't want to go with me and I had to walk back alone, it was so dark and scary lah, tskkkkk. What ever luh. Hahaha, oh well, shopping tomorrow. Yayyy, finally luh. :D I'm getting my tops tomorrow. Double yayness. I can't wait luh! Haha, bye world, off to play games. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;You won't get your way, bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116989361735339409?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116989361735339409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116989361735339409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/booya-im-bored-luh.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116981414956487261</id><published>2007-01-26T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:22:29.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh yo world, the world's shinning. Ya shit crap that is. Hurrrr, so anyway. I'm at Amanda's house now, and apparently, she's so supposed to come over to my place luh. Hahaha. Okay, random. Haiyy, school today was err well, alright. Had the stupid audition thing, and it was, alright, tsk, no comments. Hurr, then homed, blah. Aiyah, today's so random lah, baskettttt. Oh well, no mood to blog, Amanda Ho's fucking slow lahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Urgh! Okay bye world. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116981414956487261?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116981414956487261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116981414956487261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/eh-yo-world-worlds-shinning.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116972280060143257</id><published>2007-01-25T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T19:00:01.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/742105/boots2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/44074/boots2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. I'm kind of sick of school already. For some reasons luh, I feel like an idiot sometime. What ever man. Anyway, social studies marks are out and yay, Charlene, Amanda and I got full marks. Hoho. :D First time in history okay. I had never managed to memorise so many stuff before. Haha. Tsk, NDP dance's so omg. Ballet stuff and all, omfgosh man, funnaayyyee. And audition's tomorrow. Gah, fuck. Got to stay in school for damn long. Oh man, damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, fucking lot of homeworks luh. I'm damn tired of all these already, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! Dang, I think mummy got to bring home some hair dye, just in case my hair turns white. Gah. And yadah, everyone's having problem in school. This is so not the way to start the year. Damn it. But thank goodness those stuff are over. -Claps- Another thing to brighten my day, going to Lasalle next friday. Hahhaha, yay. That means, we can skip cca. Hahaha. Yay yay. Another thing, Mummy confirmed with me about that dog. &lt;strong&gt;Yayyyyy&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm getting a puppy in three months' time. :D When mummy told me her friend's giving us a small doggy, I still thought he was giving us a Jack Russel luh. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cny's coming, double yayness. More shopping, more clothes, more shoes, more angbao and more mandrin oranges. Hoho. Shopping this week and mummy wants to be the hip-est one among all the mamas. Hahaha, retarded man. Wahhh, I can't wait for cny. Hahaha, somehow luh. Okay, got to run, got loads of homework to do. Rarrrh. Bye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;I'm starting to regret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116972280060143257?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116972280060143257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116972280060143257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116944561068656292</id><published>2007-01-22T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T14:19:49.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn it damn it, missed out one day's lessons, and where is daddy? He said he'll take me to see the doctor but he disappeared. Hahhaa. I want to take MC luh! Tsk, so anyway, got home bout ten today. Then went to finish all my homework. Hahaha, and I'm done with my korean show. Wooo. Okay. Hahha, must start to mug like mad, CTs are coming and mummy wants a good pass. -.- Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just watched Happy Feet. Hahahha, effing slow I know. But you know, lazy to watch luh. Haaha, tsk. Kind of lame luh the show. Zzz, oh well. I'm bored to death lah, everyone's still in school and nobody's replying me. Haha. Alright alright. Shall go play my game already. Bye world :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116944561068656292?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116944561068656292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116944561068656292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/damn-it-damn-it-missed-out-one-days.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116928105244825453</id><published>2007-01-20T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T16:17:33.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gah, Commonwealth essay's killing me. I'm so hell distracted and I can't get the story right, tskkk! Haha, okay. Day today was alright, funny messages and funny people coming round me today. So anyway, it's the weekends again. And that means, common tests are coming. Damn it, start mugging luh! And yay, Cny's coming. More shopping to do, and I've got a new pumps :D Woots. Yay, ang paoooos! Hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got to do my stupid essay. Bye world! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116928105244825453?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116928105244825453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116928105244825453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/gah-commonwealth-essays-killing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116922778150257949</id><published>2007-01-20T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T01:29:41.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/419582/PCD%20(28)%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/623632/PCD%20%2828%29%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What more do I ask for?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116922778150257949?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116922778150257949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116922778150257949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-more-do-i-ask-for.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116922056926905464</id><published>2007-01-19T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T23:29:29.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn it, someone please give me peace in my life. I'm getting hell fucked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116922056926905464?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116922056926905464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116922056926905464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/damn-it-someone-please-give-me-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116912252908380469</id><published>2007-01-18T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T20:15:29.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/704256/PCD%20(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/705737/PCD%20%2812%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boo! School's fun. And my dad haven't send my phone for servicing luh. &gt;:( So anyway. I love school with my dear darlings. And I have to get this through to everyone. Don't touch my darlings. Seriously, I hate people who insult my darlings. Please, get a fucking life. And what, one bastards after another. Huh, wtf. But thanks to them, our friendship became stronger luh, thanks so much. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't imagine life without them. And duh, for these past few days luh. Love them to bits :D Muahhhhhhhhhh! Haha, yay. I'm proud to announce, I'm finally out from the boat. (Only Tiffy knows), and I wonder whether it's the same for her. I think so luh. Hmm. Oh well, yay. I'm so happy luh. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes today were rather fun. Minus maths luh, we can't hear her at all. Tsk. signed another contract with Mrs Soon again, for Geog. Hahaha, then for CD, we had this gathering around talk with Mrs Soon. Hahaha, it was so funny, cos when ever someone or whoever walk pass, we'll turn and look. Then Mrs Soon was like, "When you all turn and look, I turn and see too. Dont know what you all looking at." Tsk, then Amanda went to her her our logic. "When ever a person stares at another for quite some time, that person is either very pretty or very ugly." (You all should know what I meant by staring right?) Then, Mrs Soon stared at Ms Teh. Then we were like, "Not that kind of stare lah!" Damn funny lah. We were laughing like mad. Hahhahaha. And Karin was so funny, 'TING!' Hahaha, only we know luh. Haha! Blah blah blah then school ended. Yay, then waited for mummy, then headed to Junction 8 to get her stuff then homed for tuition. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Gosh you made me hate you like I never hated before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116912252908380469?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116912252908380469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116912252908380469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-anyway_18.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116911281674670197</id><published>2007-01-18T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T20:04:40.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/953852/PCD%20(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/560438/PCD%20%2812%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo! School's fun. And my dad haven't send my phone for servicing luh. &gt;:( So anyway. I love school with my dear darlings. And I have to get this through to everyone. Don't touch my darlings. Seriously, I hate people who insult my darlings. Please, get a fucking life. And what, one bastards after another. Huh, wtf. But thanks to them, our friendship became stronger luh, thanks so much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't imagine life without them. And duh, for these past few days luh. Love them to bits :D Muahhhhhhhhhh! Haha, yay. I'm proud to announce, I'm finally out from the boat. (Only Tiffy knows), and I wonder whether it's the same for her. I think so luh. Hmm. Oh well, yay. I'm so happy luh. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes today were rather fun. Minus maths luh, we can't hear her at all. Tsk. signed another contract with Mrs Soon again, for Geog. Hahaha, then for CD, we had this gathering around talk with Mrs Soon. Hahaha, it was so funny, cos when ever someone or whoever walk pass, we'll turn and look. Then Mrs Soon was like, "When you all turn and look, I turn and see too. Dont know what you all looking at." Tsk, then Amanda went to her her our logic. "When ever a person stares at another for quite some time, that person is either very pretty or very ugly." (You all should know what I meant by staring right?) Then, Mrs Soon stared at Ms Teh. Then we were like, "Not that kind of stare lah!" Damn funny lah. We were laughing like mad. Hahhahaha. And Karin was so funny, 'TING!' Hahaha, only we know luh. Haha! Blah blah blah then school ended. Yay, then waited for mummy, then headed to Junction 8 to get her stuff then homed for tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;Gosh you made me hate you like I never hated before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116911281674670197?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116911281674670197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116911281674670197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-anyway.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116887046389666181</id><published>2007-01-15T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:14:23.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/643259/PCD%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/433875/PCD%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I have totally no mood to blog about how happy my day is today. Like fuck, she totally spoilt my whole entire day. Damn it, I think I shall scram out of here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously, I think school's such a nice place now. :D Thanks to them. Love you all to bits &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/289700/PCD%20(10)%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/190333/PCD%20%2810%29%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116887046389666181?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116887046389666181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116887046389666181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/damn-it-i-have-totally-no-mood-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116874798590572342</id><published>2007-01-14T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T12:13:05.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Rachieeeeee Baby.&lt;br /&gt;Its only been 3 days into our RELATIONSHIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;SO,MO PLEASE FORGET ABOUT HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bye&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; CUPCAKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signing off,&lt;br /&gt;YOUR HAHAHA ANONYMOUS  LOVER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116874798590572342?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116874798590572342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116874798590572342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/hey-rachieeeeee-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116867970826188330</id><published>2007-01-13T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T17:15:08.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyyyyyyya! I'm happy now, hahaha, I talked to him today luh. Though its a few sentences, but yay. I'm so happy now lah. Omgggg. Anyway, today's kind of boring, did some maths, great accomplishment. Haha! And I haven't done my sketching yet, and there's Art on Monday! Die die die. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got to chop chop, got geog tuition. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;To Amanda: Sweetie Pie! Don't bother about her luh okay! I love you sweeeeeets! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I love my BF luh :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116867970826188330?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116867970826188330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116867970826188330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/heyyyyyyya-im-happy-now-hahaha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116859983321417190</id><published>2007-01-12T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T19:57:17.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo! Back from camp, we've only got ONE word to describe. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Ya ya ya ya ya, yall know. Tsk! So anyway, the stupid treetop walk on the first day was CRAZY. Fucking tired luh, stupid slopes made us all climbing like mad people. And water ran out fast, walked like 10 over km luh i think, maybe less than that, but is was crazy. Went to the bridge that was damn high, err. Well, all trees luh, but scenery was alright. It depends lah, some people'll think is mad to walk all so far just to see tree tops and some people may think it's worth it. Haha, what ever man. Hahaha, then we had dancing lesson with Mr Singapore. Damn fun luh! Then went back to the chalet. Gah gosh, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;air conditioned rooms rock the whole camp&lt;/span&gt;. Haha, and some people were watching chinese tv shows. Tsk. Coolness luh. Woots, the few of us all stood up chatting and talking about some really ungrateful backstabber on the first night. Haha. Then everyone fell asleep by midnight. Amanda and I were the only two left awake luh. Cause we can't sleep without music. How cool's that? Hurr, anyway. She started talking about her 'stuff' from ever since midnight to 3 am plus plus lah. Hahaha. And she's called cupcake! Hahhaha, (tsk!) Oh yah, Amanda &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tortured&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me for like the past nights lah, cos we opened up our sleeping bags and mine became the bed sheet, and hers will be the blanket. Wth, she kept turning lah, and when she stops turning, all the blanket goes with her. And the aircon was damn cold lah! &gt;:( Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, anyway. Amazing race yesterday was totally screwed up by those &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Powerpuff Girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and the fucking rain. We all were drenched like mad, and our PE shirts became toally see through. In Little India and Kampong Glam somemore, ah, malu big time. Oh well, Campfire ytd night was the best one. And the bestest was what happened after the camp fire. Hahahhaa, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;club Synergy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with their underage partyyyyyyyy, everyone went damn high lah. Wahhhh! Love it, but we all got real muddy and stuff. Haha! Love it luh. :D Today was like half day only, and was real WOOOOOOOOOO man. Had to go round shaking everyone's hands. Wah, his hands damn warm luhhhhh. Ahh! :D (Only WE know) Hahaha. Tsk, overall, I enjoyed this camp. And I wish there would be more! Minus the scoldings and treetop walk. Anyway. Reached school then left for Compass Point with Phyllis, Siti and Amanda. Then Tracy came and she broke my bag luh, i had to hug it home lahm baskettttt. Tsk! Then home sweet home, Yay, finally i can sleep with my music. :D Bye world! Off to play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;And thanks Phyllis, Siti, Sharleen, Amanda, Mardhiah, Charlene and Karin that made this camp filled with fun and laughter. I love you all :D Muaaaahhhhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116859983321417190?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116859983321417190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116859983321417190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/yo-back-from-camp-weve-only-got-one.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116834900475847107</id><published>2007-01-09T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T21:23:24.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello. Nothing to do, so shall post again. Haha, done with my packing. (Finally) And getting ready to sleep. So I was blog hopping, then I went into someone's link. Fucking sick luh she, and I totally can't believe she's such a person. Seriously. Yuck. And Charlene's disappointed in her also. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conferencing, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yay, I can't wait for camp luh :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Advance Birthday to Phyllis! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116834900475847107?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116834900475847107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116834900475847107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116833356522364359</id><published>2007-01-09T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T17:06:05.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Camp tomorrow. Yay, finally can get out of this place for a while and forget everything, and spend time with them :D Maybe the best part of camp's going to be the bus ride and sleeping time, hahaa. Yeah, I totally agree with Charlene. We're all not going to sleep. And yay people, I'm bringing noughats, supper! Hahaha, tskk. I can't wait for camp. :D &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ya ya~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was kinda fun today. And art sounded real fun. :D Though we got to get everything ready by Monday. (Pencils, sketch book, markers blah!) And we've got homework for today. A sketch, hurrr. What's there for me to sketch la? Everything at home's boringgg. Maybe Tracy's face. Hhahaha, righttt. Maths teacher's a RT, and her voice's so freaking soft. So anyway, lots of stuff happened in school and ya outside also, we all didn't expect it to happen THIS fast. Fuck, I hate this lah, it's so annoying. Forget it, oh well, then went to get art stuff with Phyllis, then went home. I seriously want time to zoom faster, to mid year or something. :( I just don't like now. It's making me &lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay world, got to dig for my bag. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116833356522364359?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116833356522364359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116833356522364359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/camp-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116824390700749591</id><published>2007-01-08T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T16:18:53.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/821827/rachel(169)%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/618055/rachel%28169%29%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/452092/rachel(189)%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo! School's been fun :D&lt;br /&gt;No spot checks today, thank goodness. Or else SJC would have broken the record of spot checking us for the first four days, Gah, total turn off. Had prayer service in the moring after flag raising (again), and practically, we were writing lurbxz letters to each other. (again) Then back to class for our profiling thingy. And the rest in class were &lt;u&gt;supposed&lt;/u&gt; to be preparing our camp fire item. But the few of us were like talking bout people (good/bad), butches, break ups, crooks/not crooks, and definitions of PL, PLA, PB blah blah blah. Then back to the hall for the NYAA talk. Recess. Then back to class again to draw an 'All about me' thingy on a paper. There was a t-shirt printed on it, so we were supposed to design prints About ourself on it. So, we all wrote, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I Love Lex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" on it. Hahahaa, Mrs Soon was like, "Who's Lex? Some guy the 6 of you all like?!" Haha, funny. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;"It's an American brand!"&lt;/span&gt; (Phy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"How much you all paid for these tees?"&lt;/span&gt; (Mrs Soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Don't bluff me, is someone right, so who's Lex?! You're not going home until you tell me who Lex is. "&lt;/span&gt; (Mrs Soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;"Lex's is an imaginery friend!"&lt;/span&gt; (Amanda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Like Xiaoming ah?!"&lt;/span&gt; (Mrs Soon)&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhahahaa, funny luh. She actually knew about xiaoming. Tsk, so funny lah! I think we have to redo it. Oh yes, and &lt;strong&gt;Amanda is a bicycle.&lt;/strong&gt; (Tsk tsk!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's fun with them.(Phyllis, Charlene, Mardhiah, Amanda, Karin, Sharleen and Siti) :D Yay, they're coming over one day to play, hahahaa. And we can have our prata. Woooooots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/325609/rachel"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/535757/rachel%27s%20beetle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised Tiffany I'll put this XiaoQiang in my blog. How lovely she is to draw it for me. Hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I Love girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116824390700749591?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116824390700749591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116824390700749591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/yo-schools-been-fun-d-no-spot-checks.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116807247239598450</id><published>2007-01-06T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T16:34:33.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo sup world, I'm in a great mood today. I don't know why. And yay, Ben's getting me something real big. For I don't know what reason. Hahhaa, greato. I wonder what it is lah, so secretive. Tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, talking to Tiffany now. We're going mad there. Hahhaa, so funny. Got too much influence by the xzxz languange, that's why. Haha. Okay, man, the weather's becoming very hot. After those rainy days, the sun's coming out too often. Gah, my house's burningggg. Haha. Alrights, shall go play my game then going outttt. :D Bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We shall just mark an end to everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116807247239598450?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116807247239598450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116807247239598450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/yo-sup-world-im-in-great-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116800936410402054</id><published>2007-01-05T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:02:44.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For everyone's info, i act xzxz, but I don't actually write xzxz or speak xzxz or what ever. It's because I've got too many xzxz writing style friends around, so I get to know what shit crap they type. But I'll keep saying,''Huh?" And I was totally amazed by how they could change a word to another spelling, (but still the same word lah). I think they should come up with a xzxzford dictionary or a xzxz guide for dummies. So everyone'll understand what they're trying to say. Someone please create that dictionary. It'll be handy for people like us (Phyllis, Charlene, Mardhiah, Siti, Sharleen, Amanda, Nicole, Melissa, Chloe and Kelly). Cos the lurbxz letters we write are all the simple, basic xzxz language. We need to go to the xzxz people standard. (For the lurbxz letters only please) So whoever's free and learns the xzxz language as their main, please go write a dictionary. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The few of us would be glad if you (whoever the writer will be) to sign it big on our books. Hoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116800936410402054?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116800936410402054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116800936410402054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/for-everyones-info-i-act-xzxz-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116799883875891671</id><published>2007-01-05T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T20:07:21.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/754900/rachel(181)%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/925347/rachel%28181%29%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booya. School's gettingfun and 3F's kind of very fun. Haha, decided on the dance item for campfire today, the idea was funny and yeah, it's going to be funnnnnnnny too :D Talks and talks and more talks in the hall. Wrote retarded cheena letters again and an imaginery friend came popping out from no where. It's going to be so fun lah, especially with those real fun classmates. Haw haw, so anyway. Then we tried tying our letters on top of tamama then let it be the postman. Haaha, it's too round lah, like fishball, then keep falling down. Hahaha, so funny. And prata became our favourite food. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda Ho's damn it retarded. So there was this butch who called herself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dabian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So I was like, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Hahahahhahaahaha, shit!"&lt;/span&gt; Then she was like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Her name's DABIAN MAMA" (she)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Dabian is shit what." (me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Wah lau, i read it as an ENGLISH NAME." (she)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"HAHAHHAHAA. SHITTTTTTTTTT" (she)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"I was wondering is there such a name as DEH-BI-AN" (she)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha, so funny luh she. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, crap shit, cca starts like on the 19th. I'm so excited lah, (ya right). That's if Phyllis and all gets in :D Hoho, yeah yeah. Tgif. My sleeeeeeeeep! Yay, oh well. Got to get some things done, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116799883875891671?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116799883875891671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116799883875891671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/booya.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116790682171960194</id><published>2007-01-04T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T18:33:41.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hola! School started and it was kind of alright. My class's alright too. Though we all haven't got to know each other yet. -.- Bahh. Camp's next week, Wednesday to Friday, and let's hope it's fun. Hurr, no handphone, no music, no comp and no tv. :( Total crapness. So anyway, school today was kind of fun and kind of boring. Had talks which were told to us every year. As in, EVERY year. So the few of us were like writing love letters to each other in chennarian language. Super funny. Then played the 'walking' tamama with Phyllis, damn fun lah. Hahhaa. We all laughed like mad people. Oh, yay. I hope they can get into Media and pub, it'll be so &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; then! :D Woots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Faith seems fun. Thank gosh there's no cheenarians. I mean those who writes like this : &lt;strong&gt;hiiex!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Phew, hahaa. Anyway, thank gosh it's going to be friday. I seriously need my sleep. Oh, and I've got internal bleeding, all thanks to Nicole Lim. (Rah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haw haw, the lurbxz letter. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/506223/lurbxz%20letter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/126778/lurbxz%20letter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/202275/lurbxz%20letter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/912629/lurbxz%20letter1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/506223/lurbxz%20letter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this out from Tiffy's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;List ten things you want to say to ten random people, but you know you never will say these things to them. Don't reveal who the comment is meant for, and use people only once.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;There'll be peace in the world if you were to be gone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shut the fuck up, you're fucking naggy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Err, I don't mind actually.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can our sailors please stop the boat?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe? Maybe not? I don't care actually. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What ever, it's not my business anyway. Just go get a life, and stop complaining all those shit to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're my everything, I think?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ich liebe dich&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So sorry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to hell, you're such a great liar. Stop all your actings please, I'm not a three year old kid anymore. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bye world :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/647194/DSC00233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/569487/DSC00233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is what Mikko meant by, "I had to take this pic secretly." -.-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116790682171960194?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116790682171960194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116790682171960194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/hola-school-started-and-it-was-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116774129373192521</id><published>2007-01-02T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:34:53.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/254235/exwife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/661795/exwife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo. Kind of sad that school's reopening tomorrow. Gah, but goody, don't have to be stuck at home and wonder what to do everyday when I get up. Boring. So anyway, got to cut my nails, remove my nail polish, and sew my belt. Damn it, I'm too used to my belt being detached. Zzz, oh, and charge my handphone. I bet it's going to be kinda boring tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, dad was nice to get me my iPod and Fossil watch :D Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I actually played Audition with Phyllis. How amazing, tsk. Oh well, I can't play my game so frequently now. Got to start mugging like mad. Need to jy man. Haiyy, anyway, went shopping yesterday, day before and day day before. :D Went to Hilton Hotel to see watches first then headed to Isetan. Hilton's got some kind of a Lamborghini party. There were like ten over lah, and people there were busy taking photos. Haha, ya, we took too. Mummy wants one, but it's never going to be possible. Hahaha. Oh, yay, I got stuff from Mng. Hoho. Loves it. Gahh, got to wear those uniform from Monday to Friday. Haiyy. What ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall go do my uniform now. I hope school's fun. Bye world :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116774129373192521?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116774129373192521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116774129373192521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/yo_02.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116774128637485626</id><published>2007-01-02T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T20:34:49.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/254235/exwife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/661795/exwife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo. Kind of sad that school's reopening tomorrow. Gah, but goody, don't have to be stuck at home and wonder what to do everyday when I get up. Boring. So anyway, got to cut my nails, remove my nail polish, and sew my belt. Damn it, I'm too used to my belt being detached. Zzz, oh, and charge my handphone. I bet it's going to be kinda boring tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, dad was nice to get me my iPod and Fossil watch :D Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I actually played Audition with Phyllis. How amazing, tsk. Oh well, I can't play my game so frequently now. Got to start mugging like mad. Need to jy man. Haiyy, anyway, went shopping yesterday, day before and day day before. :D Went to Hilton Hotel to see watches first then headed to Isetan. Hilton's got some kind of a Lamborghini party. There were like ten over lah, and people there were busy taking photos. Haha, ya, we took too. Mummy wants one, but it's never going to be possible. Hahaha. Oh, yay, I got stuff from Mng. Hoho. Loves it. Gahh, got to wear those uniform from Monday to Friday. Haiyy. What ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, shall go do my uniform now. I hope school's fun. Bye world :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116774128637485626?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116774128637485626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116774128637485626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/yo.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116762741962115696</id><published>2007-01-01T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T12:56:59.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/536591/rachel(189).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/200/774933/rachel%28189%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy new year all.&lt;/span&gt; Again, new year with new new year resoulutions and the beginning of the oh-so-boring school life, but at least I can save my bombing phone bill. Oh well. Just hope the year would be a good one, :D Didn't finish lots of stuff before 2006 ended, and kind of been a fool and lied to myself a lot. Maybe this year will be better, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flu's not gone yet, and it's getting worse, just hope it'll go away before school starts. Gah, didn't sleep well last night as well, was sneezing my way through so decided to get up and watch my show. Hurr, oh. And my phone line went bonkers again, wth. I was wondering why Tiffany took such a long time to come back to the phone, and I went Hello?hello? like mad, when I realise she was the same also. Hahaa, stupid phone. And my ear piece is spoilt. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the last day of the holidays. No more 'sleeping at 3, waking up at 1' anymore. Yawn, I'm scared that I can't get up at 630 everyday lah. I need morning calls! Tsk, can't school start later. :( And I think school's going to be worse this year. Rah, hopefully my class can get a better ft. Heh, and Tracy was complaining bout her class -.- Dang, but thank gosh the theif's not in her class. -phew- Zzz, okay. I need to go see a doc. Bye world :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116762741962115696?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116762741962115696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116762741962115696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year-all.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116740782208920483</id><published>2006-12-29T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T23:57:02.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, that's sweet. :D Crap lah Tiffany! You can access into my blog and I can't go into yours. &gt;:( Zzz! I love you tooooo! :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, went to grandpa's place with Deb and Trace. It was kind of fun lah. Haha, think we're going there tomorrow and the day after and the day after that. Booosh, rather than rotting at home and bomb my bill lah, tsk. So anyway, I'm down with flu. Sickening thing. Gahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my mum doesn't let me wear my Adidas to school. Tsk! She wants the old ones to be tattered and torn before I can wear my Adidas, Hurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. -Shoots her- Haha, I shall hide the shoe before she does. Haha, gosh, so lame lah. -.- Dots, gah, I'm bored lah. Haiy, and I can't get to sleep. Zzzzz, and Deb wants me to go to MDIS with her tomorrow. 9am leh, no joke. Bah, wait till I can climb out of bed then say. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, I'm off to call people. Bye bye world :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116740782208920483?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116740782208920483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116740782208920483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/ah-thats-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116738498611058298</id><published>2006-12-29T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T17:40:57.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOONIE GOON GOON! HAPPY 1YEAR ANNIVERSARY ASSHOLE! THANKS FOR ALWAYS BEING A BRILLIANT SHIT TO ME! HOPEFULLY THERE'S MORE ANNI(S) TO COME, AND YEAH, LETS JUMP OUT FROM THE BOAT ASAP K!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; AI NI&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;XoxoXoxoXOoxoxOXo&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;THE OTHER GOON :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116738498611058298?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116738498611058298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116738498611058298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/goonie-goon-goon-happy-1year.html' title=''/><author><name>billabong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10274944098265489868</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116736423322479915</id><published>2006-12-29T11:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T23:19:58.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Wooooooooo! It's like finally the 29th lah, Happy One Year GOOOOOOOOON :D I know You Love Me Tooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, my internet's finally back. (Thank goodness) And all I could do for the past days was to maple and Audi, zzzzzzzz. It's getting so boring lah. Haha, so anyway. I've learnt something yesterday. About friendship. So my friend, has this really hilarious friend, that well, seemed quite nice lah. At first. Then, she starts her little small tricks to get everyone's attention, but apparently, she did caught some people's attention, and not mine. (Duh) Then the game went on and on, and we were like 'winning' lah. I was like there watching the whole damn thingy.(Urgh), then you know, we'll definitely win right?! Cause that hilarious friend cheated. So the others started praising her and using words that make her sound, oh-so-great. Huh, but she didn't know that there were other people in that room lah, how dumb actually. Until my friend came and voice out to her. Bang! Coming back to the hilarious person's friend. Well, like duh she'll speak up for her, and claims that whatever shit she does was right. Gosh, then they started calling my friend noob, (and all the damn it Hokkien words for scolding, in a dictionary) and said that he's jealous cause she's got the cheat and he does't, blah blah blah. Oh, they scold him f first. That's SO dumb lah. I was practically sitting there, watching the whole show. Childish people and their childish acts. Oh yes, after all that, she came into my room and during the game, someone was like "Go ***!" And she went, "No mood la." Gosh, go home and get your bug out man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, Audition's got the nicest and the worst people. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/982208/Audition(Battle%20Party)%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/633401/Audition%28Battle%20Party%29%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the mark diff, She's first, Santa's second, and I'm third. Santa's usually first, cos he's a computer thingy. Hurr, just go see the diff. Tskk, funny people make funny friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh, I want to go play alr. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/6539/Audition(Battle%20Party).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116736423322479915?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116736423322479915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116736423322479915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/wooooooooo-its-like-finally-29th-lah.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116713709443905228</id><published>2006-12-26T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:48:01.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo ho. My day's so bad bad bad. Tsk, was supposed to go town to shop today, but only shopped at Heeren then went home. The roads were all jammed from the expressway all the way in town, and hell it was raining, and no umbrella. So went home and slack. Hahaha, so anyway. Stay over was &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to grandpa's shop with Deb and Trace for 3 days, kind of fun lah. Haha. And Tracy was practically eating and eating there. -.- Then cam whore there also. Then met her to get my magnet :D Heh, oh. We saw Fann Wong and Christopher Lee there also. Hahhaha, and she smiled at us. -.- Haha, Patricia Mok also. Oh, saw that Constance Song also. o.O Tsk! At Jason's supermarket. All richos lah, stuff there are ex man, one stupid mango's 7 bucks, and eggs are like 4 bucks, when it's like 2 bucks at Cold Storage. Zzzzz. Coolness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trace and I stayed over at Deb's then she came over the next day. Watched Mr and Mrs Smith with her, haha. Then we started blabbling until we feel asleep. And yes, dad heared us lah. Told her to laugh softer alr, tskk. Oh well, then went to grandpa's place again. Grandpa and his gf quarrelled again and again. And gosh, I was like standing there as a center person okay, while Deb and Trace went shopping at Jason's &gt;:( Hahaha, what ever. So childish lah they two. Haha. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, transexuals there are pretty. They are pretty only when they stand there without talking, cause you wouldn't want to hear their voice. Seriously. And they're like two heads taller than me. -.- Tsk, Deb was kinda jealous of them. Laughs. Okayyyy, I want to go play my game alr. Bye world :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/243524/Christmas%2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/621266/Christmas%2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116713709443905228?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116713709443905228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116713709443905228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/yo-ho.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116677915690930908</id><published>2006-12-22T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T17:19:16.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/835930/Death%20Note2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/524875/Death%20Note2.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best movie in town :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116677915690930908?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116677915690930908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116677915690930908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/best-movie-in-town-d.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116670292285477596</id><published>2006-12-21T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T20:45:30.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How I love talking and watching superstar with Tiffany. &lt;3 And yay, Daren and Jeremy's singing togetherrrrr. Hahaha. So they came out, and Tiffany went, "Daren's wearing red!" Hahhaa, then I was like, "Eh Jeremy in green!" Tskkkkkkkkk. Okay, very lame. But ya. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, we're like typical teenagers. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116670292285477596?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116670292285477596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116670292285477596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-i-love-talking-and-watching_21.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116667306295741608</id><published>2006-12-21T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T11:51:02.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo! Haha, okay. Wellos, I'm like alone at home. Tsk, boringgggg. So anyway, Tracy's off to school for posting stuff. Tsk, and mummy's out with her. Haha. Zzz, this week's so boring and yeah, lots of bad stuff happened lately. Urgh, hate it. But this weekend's gonna be so very fun. :D I hope. Staying over at Deb's and we can chat till like very late. Zzz, seriously, I wish the weekends come quick. I'm going to explode soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had pork shabu shabu yesterdayyy. Yay, how nice :D But I still prefer beef. Tsk. Anywayyyy. Dad's got to send someone over to get my phone line fixed, I can't use the phoneeeee for nuts. Tsk, the damn phone line's crazy, huhhh, I can't sleep without using the phonee. -.- What ever lah. Hahhaa, oh well. Mum got me up at like 930 today. Just to have my early breakfast. Zzz, I'm yawning my way lah, so I'm going to zzzz after playing. :D Okay, bye world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/48970/Minesweeper%20Flags..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/200/454085/Minesweeper%20Flags..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tiffany's &lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt; letting me win. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116667306295741608?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116667306295741608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116667306295741608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/boo-haha-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116645450100465937</id><published>2006-12-18T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:08:21.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tiffany and i are like celebrating christmas. I'm having green font, and Tiff's having red font. How cool right. And we're playing minesweeper, Tiffany's sure to win. But she says she will TRY to let me win. How nice of her. Tiffany rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tiffany typed this, my duty's just to copy and paste it here :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116645450100465937?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116645450100465937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116645450100465937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/tiffany-and-i-are-like-celebrating.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116645029481013457</id><published>2006-12-18T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T21:58:14.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yoooo hoo! It's like raining everyday, and it's so annoying. Haha, anw, went PS todayyy. And yay, I got my christmas present. Loves it. :D Got the stuff we wanted to went to HK cafe. AGAIN. Hahahhaa, and we wasted seven bucks on that dessert lah! Hahaha, and the waitress was super funny. Tsk! Kay, it's ten. Oh yeah, I got to go take the pics alr, it's gonna be twelve soon. Bye world! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116645029481013457?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116645029481013457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116645029481013457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/yoooo-hoo-its-like-raining-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116626797886784524</id><published>2006-12-16T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T19:19:39.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/215480/Babyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="177" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/143200/Babyy.jpg" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That rascal &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116626797886784524?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116626797886784524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116626797886784524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116626060722237508</id><published>2006-12-16T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T17:17:56.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helloooo! Maths today was fine, didn't feel like sleeping. How amazing. Hahaha, tsk, and she threw me one whole page of algebra. &gt;:( So anyway, it's five and there's so many things to do. Yawns, and I havent had my nappp. Boo hoo. People are servicing my aircon, so I can't sleep. Zzzzz, my whole room's messed up by them. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, shall go play my game then off of take pictures of Baby. Mikko, you better be nicer to me okayyyyyyyy. Haha, bye world. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/xiaoko/rachel.swf" target="_blank"&gt;http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l128/xiaoko/rachel.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted it there. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116626060722237508?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116626060722237508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116626060722237508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/helloooo-maths-today-was-fine-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116618380743602060</id><published>2006-12-15T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T19:56:47.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Are you busy now?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, playing gameeeeeeeeee. Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you normally hang out at?&lt;br /&gt;Err, depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you wish you were at now?&lt;br /&gt;Japan. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how to contact you?&lt;br /&gt;Tsk! Handphone lah. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you wish you see now?&lt;br /&gt;Debbbbbbb and Tiffany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any way to meet?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, Tiffany's awayyyyyyy and Deb's serving her jail sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do later?&lt;br /&gt;Not sure, most prob's calling people. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going out?&lt;br /&gt;Later, to walk my dog. Hahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any dates?&lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going or not going?&lt;br /&gt;We'll see about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any people you miss?&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm, I guess so? eah, Tiffanyyyy lor. Stupid girl's not back yet. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any places you feel like going now?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, USJ. :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any new stuff around your house?&lt;br /&gt;Zzz, my christmas tree? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you hate?&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Duh, I hate my life being too quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you love?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I don't know leh. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Nopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you waiting for anything now?&lt;br /&gt;A message. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any last words?&lt;br /&gt;Zzzzzzzzzz, I feel like sleeping. Zzzz.  Haw haw. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116618380743602060?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116618380743602060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116618380743602060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/are-you-busy-now-nope-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116615983388119629</id><published>2006-12-15T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T19:38:52.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/421103/Pieces%20Of%20Jade%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/201477/Pieces%20Of%20Jade%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo hooo! Okay, I'm really bored here. Zzz, just got up not long ago and the house's so quiet. Why? Cause Tracy's not up yet. Haha, the internet's becoming more and more boring. -.- So anyway, watched show till very late yesterday. Ah, that's like a daily thing. Haha, then couldn't get to sleep for I don't know what reason. Maybe I think too much. Dang, then feel asleep. Hahaha, it's friday again. Here comes the weekends. Urgh, neighbour's gonna be real noisy. Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huhhhhhhh, I feel like going out and play, but I'm hell too lazy to. Ah, gosh. Okay world. I shall go play game. Bye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116615983388119629?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116615983388119629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116615983388119629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/yo-hooo-okay-im-really-bored-here.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116608400377366701</id><published>2006-12-14T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T16:13:26.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo ho,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's eyes are glued to the tv screen. Tsk, mummy got us more cds. Urgh, boring boring boring, Haha. So anyway, got loads of phone calls these days. Zzzzzzz, and all for the same stupid reason. Tsk! And Tiffany's awayyyyy. Gosh, I'll be like bored to death without her around. Dangggg. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fax's going crazy lah, can't receive faxs and can't fax anything out. Stupid thing. It's time to change one. Hahaha, and dad blames me for it. ?!?!!? Sorry, I don't use that fax. Zzz. Oh well, more shopping this weekend. Maybe not, all the sales are up and there sure to be housewives and Ah-ju-mas there digging clothes as if they're free. Yuck, Singaporeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And you thought I was lying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116608400377366701?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116608400377366701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116608400377366701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/yo-ho-everyones-eyes-are-glued-to-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116602270844390363</id><published>2006-12-13T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:11:48.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/511170/xChel"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/268509/xChel%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116602270844390363?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116602270844390363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116602270844390363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/d-d-d.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116601738504867325</id><published>2006-12-13T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T21:43:05.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello wello.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo tired, slept late again. Tsk, yes. Cause of the phone. Haha, then woke up at nine for maths class. Seesh, I was trying to stay awake lah. Zzzz, so anyway, went CP againnnnnn today. To meet aunt and passed her the cds and the stuff we got from Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to shop for some stuff, then homed. Tsk, mum taught us something today. "If &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you can't convince him, confuse him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." Haha, she says it's a sure win thing. Just confuse that idiot and he'll listen to you. Hahhahaahaa. Lame. Tsk! -.-  And yay, my elephant has a name. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ages since I went to play swing swing with Kesia. Some time this week girl! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sometimes you make me wonder whether you meant your words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116601738504867325?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116601738504867325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116601738504867325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-wello.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116589898403929615</id><published>2006-12-12T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T12:49:44.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boo ya!&lt;br /&gt;Just done with a little mugging. Slept pretty late yesterday, all thanks to Deb. Hahaha.  We were like talking and talking and talking until like three, tskk. And hell I didn't know what we were talking about. Hahhaa, crapppp. Anyway, my blog's being a total biatch. It's not opening and it lagged my comp. Tsk. Sickening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, shall go do something impt now. Bye world :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116589898403929615?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116589898403929615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116589898403929615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/boo-ya-just-done-with-little-mugging.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116581862483641717</id><published>2006-12-11T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:30:24.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/386410/my%20everything.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/97015/my%20everything.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at home's pissed. Zzzzzzzz, wth man. Anyway, thought Tracy would be for the whole day. Tsk, and her friends cancelled it without even telling her. Wtf, some kind of friends. Hurrrr, so she cabbed back. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helping out at grandpa's shop on the 22nd to the 24th. And yay! Deb's coming along. :D It's going to be fun. Hahhaa, yay, and we can go shopping. :D Hahaha. Okay, shall go play, too lazy to blog. Bye world! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116581862483641717?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116581862483641717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116581862483641717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/hellooooooooo-everyone-at-homes-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116566173821088334</id><published>2006-12-09T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T18:57:20.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holla!&lt;br /&gt;My eye's twitching like crazy today, something bad's gonna happen. Hahaha, right. And this is a random post, hahaha. Nothing much happened today. And it'll be the same for tomorrow, and he day after. Yawns, I'm not making good use of my time. Tsk. Yay, peace in the world on Monday. Tracy's going www. Wooooooooooots. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, got to go for dinner now. Bye world :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I know what you're driving at. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116566173821088334?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116566173821088334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116566173821088334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/holla-my-eyes-twitching-like-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116555937316199875</id><published>2006-12-08T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T14:29:33.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/441397/fumiko2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/527959/fumiko2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring day, boring life. And sickening flu, what ever. Went out with mum and dad to the bank yesterday, then headed to Cp to get more shows. :D Oh, and we've got Deb her christmas present. Like finally. Hahhahaa. Anyway. Deb called and told me that her maid went to throw all the stuff we gave them. Tskkkkk, wtf man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then followed mum and dad to performance to don't know do what thingy. Dad's work again. Then went home, then played, then sleep. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, finally there's someone I can talk to on the phone! Yay, ahhahaa. Kay bye world. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know where my heart is, you don't have to remind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116555937316199875?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116555937316199875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116555937316199875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/boring-day-boring-life.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116542285933925044</id><published>2006-12-07T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:34:19.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/183972/Pieces%20Of%20Jade%20(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/386790/Pieces%20Of%20Jade%20%285%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla!&lt;br /&gt;Towned today, and was kind of unpleasant. Tracy had an accident with my toenail. -.- Hahaha, anyway, it's not pain anymore. And tracy owe me somethinggggggggg. Tsk. What ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yawns, stayed up with Deb to watch movies. Tsk, but I fell asleep at some parts, haha. Watched till like five, then finally said goodnight. Oh, then at nine o clock, Deb's &lt;strong&gt;good friend&lt;/strong&gt; called and disrupt our sleep. And he had a bad scolding from us. Tsk, hahaha. Anw, watched One litre of tears with Deb, kind of a sad show, but nice. Shall go hunt for the dvds. Hoho. Hurrrrr, I miss Deb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, more shopping tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to play games. Im bored stiff. Bye world! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116542285933925044?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116542285933925044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116542285933925044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/holla-towned-today-and-was-kind-of.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116528944219692052</id><published>2006-12-05T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T11:30:43.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/4278/Japan%20(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/152445/Japan%20%288%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, Deb's coming over later. :D More catching up later, haha. Then hopping over to pass Jolene her stuff. -.- And then to the play. Then she'll stayover, and we can stay up the whole night talking again. Hoho. Anyway, no shopping today, maybe a little. But mummy's taking us out shopping tomorrow. Muahaha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Mikko, I'm always nice, so you can't black mail me! And change the linkkkkkk! Or else no holiday to Aritc for you. &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116528944219692052?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116528944219692052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116528944219692052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116523734134167628</id><published>2006-12-04T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:02:22.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name seven things you see in front of you now:&lt;br /&gt;1) Handphone&lt;br /&gt;2) Pouch&lt;br /&gt;3) Handphone cable&lt;br /&gt;4) Pen&lt;br /&gt;5) Cup&lt;br /&gt;6) Papers&lt;br /&gt;7) Monitor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name three things you regret not doing:&lt;br /&gt;1) Buying that dog tag, my ele doesn't have a name!&lt;br /&gt;2) Open a cover with someone.&lt;br /&gt;3) Telling her that he look really very gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name two idiots you know:&lt;br /&gt;1) Tiffany Ang :D&lt;br /&gt;2) Tracy! Oppsy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name two things you treasure a lot:&lt;br /&gt;1) Handphone (Duh!)&lt;br /&gt;2) That neoprints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote three things you felt it was funny:&lt;br /&gt;1) "Go tell her to ^&amp;@# off online" (She wouldn't believe he actually said that to me)&lt;br /&gt;2) "God!~ She talk to me le!! And i acted blur"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people you're talking to now:&lt;br /&gt;1) Shihua&lt;br /&gt;2) Jon&lt;br /&gt;3) My fatttt donkey :D (Hahhahaaahahhaa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two people that will make you happy:&lt;br /&gt;1) Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;2) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;tee, fbt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair colour?&lt;br /&gt;Darkkkk brown?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piercings?&lt;br /&gt;One on each ear. Tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painted nails?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap. Silver :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spects?&lt;br /&gt;Yeapppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any wish?&lt;br /&gt;DUH, stupid. Someone told me that once you say your wish out, it wouldnt come true. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;TSK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone broke your heart before?&lt;br /&gt;Cough, sneeze, moves spects, looks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ran away from home?&lt;br /&gt;Am I that dumb? Tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fav colours?&lt;br /&gt;Black, green, silver. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking to?&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany, and practically, she's talking to herself. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urge, I'm just dead bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116523734134167628?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116523734134167628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116523734134167628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/name-seven-things-you-see-in-front-of.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116522678950731733</id><published>2006-12-04T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T18:11:57.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/409338/Japan%20(2)%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/805656/Japan%20%282%29%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo! Met &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tiffany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at cp today with Tracy. And I got a wallet for her. Then headed home. :D Nothing much today, boringggggggg. And yay, shopping with Debbie and Tracy. Heading to Bishan to pass Jolene her stuff first. :D Yayyyyyyy, shopping! Hahaha. And &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sleepover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; too! Fun fun fun fun fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, didn't the adults tell you your faults in Japan alr? So you think you're the one who have emotions? Hello, we all are humans like you. We also have feelings, how would you feel if it's the other way round? Come and stand at our position, did you think about &lt;strong&gt;OUR&lt;/strong&gt; feelings when you throw your big boss tantrums and said it was cramps? Did you think about Tracy's feelings when you screamed at her when she was about to ask you whether you were alright. And she kept quiet after you screamed at her. Everyone witnessed that scene and shooked their heads. Well, if you think that what you did to us did not affect our emotions, you're wrong. You only care about how people treat you and you don't bother about how you treat others. This is one of your faults. And how can we tell you your faults face to face? You'll start to throw tantrums again. Think about it. And neither did we say we don't want to repair this friendship. It's a waste to lose a friend like you. And we all just want you to know that we are telling you all this is because we are your friends. Words that are said are nasty, but that's the only way that could somehow wake you up. What for saying it nicely and you don't seem to bother and start showing attitude to other people and us again. It's tiring for everyone. If you really want to know your fault and change, think back about what ever you did and said to any of us. Seriously, it's scary. We are still your friends. And that's if you're willing to change, cause it's gonna be the same if we keep closing one eye and you get your way. We are all people of different characters, we all may not want to know which guy on the street is hot and how much we want to take photographs with japanese schoolboys. And we all can't say, "Yuck, that's sick, I'm not doing it lah." Why? Cause you'll throw your tantrums at us again. Well, I exploded once and told you you're despo. Sorry, But seriously, all of us just kept looking at each other and kept quiet. If you couldn't tell that I was trying escape your question about taking pictures with jap schoolboys, well, too bad. Cause I don't need to take pictures with them and neither did I bet with my friends such things. People around you want you to know your faults, but can we? No. It's all because of your tantrums. If you know you are short tempered, then try and control yourself, why blurt it out to others. And if you didn't know, we all are short tempered too. So go and think about how many times we had to swallow down everything and treat you per normal. Is this how you treat us too? No. You say what ever you like, you do what ever you like, and you don't seem to care about how others think. And who are you to be angry at my mom, and showing attitude to everyone. And also, that day when Tracy whispered something to your cousin. Omg, it was so not about you, and you insulted that scene by saying you heard it and you said you were a sensitive person. It's damn sarcastic. And what did Tracy felt? Irritated. Since you heard what she said, okay, let me ask you. What did she said to her? And please, Tracy didn't even finished her sentence and was stopped by you. Is this fair? Huh. And we didn't even say we don't like you. It's your attitude that we couldn't stand. Please for heaven's sake, can you stop being so sensitive?! You get angry and act listening to your mp4 when it's hell not even on, so as to hear what ever we say outside your 'music' world. That's ... , forget it. You do things behind us and think we don't know. Tsk, anyway, we are your friends, and friends don't tell lies about your character. We just want you to know, it's your attitude with the problem. You can continue to scold us in korean or some alien languages. And someone wants me to tell you, stop being ego. I won't name out that person. And that person's not Tracy. My true colours? Huh, I'm not being myself by tell you off like this. It's just that, we're all having cramps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116522678950731733?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116522678950731733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116522678950731733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/yo-met-tiffany-at-cp-today-with-tracy.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116514059000411792</id><published>2006-12-03T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T18:09:50.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/238553/Japan%20(311).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/940892/Japan%20%28311%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Just read the latest post of Tracy. Tsk, coolness. Seriously, adults say she'll listen and take in what ever they say to her, so she can change. What nonsenses. We all shall just shut the crap up and let her be what she think is good for herself. Since what ever we say is insulting to her, let her be. And I won't forgive anyone who is rude to my sis. Who are you to scream at her, and who are you to show us all your stupid attitude, you're not queen, and ******'s not your maid. 'They' are not people that make others sad. It's because of your attitude towards others that change their views about you. And that's the same for evreyone else. So, please feel free and continue doing what ever you think it's right. Since you can't understand what the adults are trying to telling you about your character and stop taking your sensitivity as a sarcastic word to use. Stop it. It's annoying. And about despo, I've got nothing to say. One week showed us a lot of things about you. And everyone's opinion are exactly the same. That's it, continue scolding us in your blog, we all can't be bothered anyway. And I know even more of your dirty secrets. And ****** found out too. There's nothing else we can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEBBIE! LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, Harrison is indeed VERY bian tai. And he haven't tackled shit yet and he promised he'll show Shi hua and me lor! Tskkk, anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gothic Melody says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, is SHE admire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gothic Melody says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT YOU admire HER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;harrison says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gothic Melody says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gothic Melody says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kena bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;harrison says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gothic Melody says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ya. bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;harrison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;v.tr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. To strike heavily and often repeatedly; bump.&lt;br /&gt;2. To close suddenly and loudly; slam.&lt;br /&gt;3. To handle noisily or violently: banged the pots in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;4. Vulgar Slang. To have sexual intercourse with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v.intr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;harrison says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.answers.com/bang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gothic Melody says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tskkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gothic Melody says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;your dirty fart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other dirty one can't be revealed. I think that's way toooooo mean. And seriously, Harrison is 100% &lt;strong&gt;mean&lt;/strong&gt; and damn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BIAN TAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gothic Melody says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahahaa, LOSER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;harrison says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok what now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gothic Melody says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats ur fav colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;harrison says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black coz im emo and i cut my wrists 10 times a day and wear black makeup and hang myself for 10 seconds daily so as to experience death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;harrison says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Gothic Melody says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT SHIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fun talking to him. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to games. Bye world! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116514059000411792?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116514059000411792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116514059000411792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-just-read-latest-post-of-tracy.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116508168929649910</id><published>2006-12-03T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T01:49:07.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/779627/Japan%20edited%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px" height="292" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/949262/Japan%20edited%202.jpg" width="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booya!&lt;br /&gt;Back from Japan. It was fun lah! Hahaha, but somehow liked the last two days more :D Went to Disneyland, Mt Fuji, blah blah. But Universal Studios was the best man. Especially the Spiderman one. Hoho. Took the Jurassic Park one, freaking nice. Though it was very steep.Haha.And amazingly, this pair of 70 plus year old couple went to sit too. Coolness man. Hahaha, Okay. Gossiping session that night made the porter came up and shooed us to our room. And Harrison actually gossiped. Tskkkkk, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighttttttt. Last day, Henrietta, Harrison, Tracy and I were like going maddddd with the cam. Hahaha. Then went home sweet home! :D I miss Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;It's not about forgiving and say, hey friend! again and again and again, it's about whether you choose to change or not. If you know that you've got this problem in you, why don't change it? Change yourself to suit the environment, and not the other way round. It'll make everyone feel better. There isn't a need for explanation, it'll only create a bigger mess. Well, people'll think it's an excuse. We don't know how to tell you all these, but it's just, you've got to change. Seriously, it's so tiring for all of us to keep it inside all the time. But if we say it out, you'll start it again. And it's not that we don't want to forgive you, it's up to you if you want to change things. It's hard to keep giving chances since you don't treasure them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/53745/japan%20edited1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/288376/japan%20edited1.jpg" width="342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116508168929649910?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116508168929649910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116508168929649910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/12/booya-back-from-japan.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116472676920425839</id><published>2006-11-28T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T23:12:49.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world. It's midnight now, and we've to be up at six to pack up. Seesh, so I'm going off soon. Anyway, had so much fun today in Disneyland. Tsk, and how I LOVE the weather here, it's like 10 deg and above? But it's super cooling.  &gt;&lt; Haha, yay, and I bought a black and gold Minnie bag. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i better run. I've got loads of packing. Bye world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sorry, I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116472676920425839?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116472676920425839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116472676920425839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-world_28.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116455175651283943</id><published>2006-11-26T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T22:35:56.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTF, I'M NOT HAPPY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116455175651283943?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116455175651283943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116455175651283943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/wtf-im-not-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116453670010938263</id><published>2006-11-26T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:25:00.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the house in an hour's time. Woooots, hahaa. Yay, then the four of us (Tracy, Naomi, Shihua and me) can cam whore like for 3 hours. Dangg, anyway. Finally had everything packed, and yes, plus the hella long shopping list. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went town to shop for stuff just now. Haha, Jolene was like, Siao. Still can go shopping. Dang, oh why not man, hahaha. Naomi went escape lah. Isn't that more siao? Oppppps. Hahhahaa. Anyway, mummy bought new make up. Haha, then she'll have to repack her make up set. Hoho. Hurrrr, I'll miss my phone for this whole week, no messaging, no calling. Urgh, wth. And Tiffany's messaging me everyday. One long one everyone. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, how sweet. :D :D :D :D :D Hahahaha. Okay, shall go play Audition. Zzzzz. Bye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'll be the saddest person on Earth in 5 hours time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116453670010938263?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116453670010938263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116453670010938263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-leaving-house-in-hours-time.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116442627977012913</id><published>2006-11-25T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T11:44:39.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait for tomorrow. :D :D :D :D :D :D Hurr, then I'd be phoneless. -.- And mom doesn't want to let me use the phone in Japan, she know I'll bomb the bill. Hahaha, so anyway, Mummy's letting me use one luggage by myself, yay. All the junk will be in there. Hoho. And yes, I haven't packed yet. Mummy had been nagging for I don't know how long already. Heh. Oh, and I hope my spects will be done by tomorrow. Or I'll be blind there. Hahha. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really have to go pack now. Haha, okay bye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Haha, you are cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116442627977012913?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116442627977012913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116442627977012913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-cant-wait-for-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116435990852421770</id><published>2006-11-24T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T17:24:40.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/837210/Picture%20240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/142750/Picture%20240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;Broke my spects. Dad took it to repair, and hope it'll be done by Sunday. Wtf man, sickening. Urgh, and I'm wearing my old spects, firstly, it's not the right degree, secondly, it's tilted. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; damn terrible now. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be packing, but I'm too lazy, yawn. And I think we need to bring three luggages, cause we've got like a whole longgggg shopping list. -.- Everyone wants Doraemon. Seeesh, poor me will have to search for them. :'( Dangggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm boredddddddddd. :( :( :( Totally nothing to do. Besides playing Audition. Hahhaa, and it's getting boring. Pfft. Hahaha, mummy bought like more than 10 cup noodles just for the trip. -.- Yay, my &lt;strong&gt;kimchi&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;spicy mushroom&lt;/strong&gt; noodle! :D :D :D :D -cough-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shall go play my game. I'm getting way too bored here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Even though I turned on the lights, I still felt the darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116435990852421770?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116435990852421770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116435990852421770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-broke-my-spects.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116429412666866860</id><published>2006-11-23T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:02:06.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Urghhhhhh, I'm effing bored out here. My house is so so so so quiet. Daddy and mummy are out for dinner, Tracy's spending her life in front of the TV and Baby's sleeping with his doggy bone in his mouth. (Tsk) Too peaceful here, and even Tiffany's not making any sound. That's strange. What an amazement. (She wanted it there) Oh well, I'm boredddddddddd. :'( Urgh, I'm going mad soon. Seesh. Shall go back to Audition. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116429412666866860?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116429412666866860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116429412666866860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/urghhhhhh-im-effing-bored-out-here.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116427542317094811</id><published>2006-11-23T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T17:50:24.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/1600/256081/Picture%20239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6555/543/320/770504/Picture%20239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla!&lt;br /&gt;Tracy woke me up at ten today. And yes yes, I slept back.Hahaha! Anyway, met with Jolene and hahahaha, she looked like a lobster. (Shhh) Got everything for Fumiko ready and now it's time I do my packing. Hahaha, Tracy got her results back. Yay. Good for her.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; :D :D :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I shall go do something about my blogskin now. And if my picture doesn't change, that means, I'm too busy with games. Hahaha. Yawn, Bye world! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We ignore the ones who adore us, and adore the ones who ignore us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116427542317094811?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116427542317094811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116427542317094811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/holla-tracy-woke-me-up-at-ten-today.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116420845781920794</id><published>2006-11-22T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T23:14:17.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! Woke up at ten today, and was dragged out by mama to the supermarket. Slept pretty late yesterday. Zzzzzz, so much for Sims. Haha. Anyway, went to Compass later and bought something for Jolene and my evil daught :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Munmmy's doing some packing today. And apparently, Tracy and I couldn't be bothered. -.- Haha, oh well. Got my shopping list done. (For what I'm gonna buy for those little brads from Japan.) Hahaha. SO, tomorrow's packing day, before i miss out something, &lt;em&gt;which I always do.&lt;/em&gt; Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J8ing tomorrow! :D It's been forever since I saw Jolene lahhhhhhhhhh! &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 Haha. And evil daught better not be late. Seesh. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Audition! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116420845781920794?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116420845781920794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116420845781920794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-woke-up-at-ten-today-and-was.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116410329449084897</id><published>2006-11-21T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T18:01:35.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLLLOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;I'm very bored. :( :( :( :( :(  Yawnnnnnnnn, everyone's getting bored at home. Haw haw, Tracy's so supposed to be doing her homework. And apparently, she's so not. -.- blahhh. Anyway, my evil child's making me &lt;strong&gt;mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad mad&lt;/strong&gt;. I just don't understand, these days. Children like to aruge and be rude to their parents. Hurrrr, &lt;strong&gt;bad life&lt;/strong&gt;. :'( And apparently, my daughter's older than me. How sad is that, and she claims that age does not matter. wth?! Brrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Golden diamonds says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eh. you're the evil child. I'm the nice mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Golden diamonds says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAW HAW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;::=[m to the i to the kk o]:-=:: says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;doesnt match&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Golden diamonds says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;::=[m to the i to the kk o]:-=:: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Golden diamonds says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES IT DOES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Golden diamonds says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos ah, evil step mom got good child. but you're evil, so the other way round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Golden diamonds says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haw haw haw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;::=[m to the i to the kk o]:-=:: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;::=[m to the i to the kk o]:-=:: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoohoooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Golden diamonds says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Golden diamonds says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so therefore, i'm nice. and you're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;::=[m to the i to the kk o]:-=:: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this kind of theory only evil stepmother will think of. claps***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;::=[m to the i to the kk o]:-=:: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u are cool mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;::=[m to the i to the kk o]:-=:: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to go evil mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Golden diamonds says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;::=[m to the i to the kk o]:-=:: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;::=[m to the i to the kk o]:-=:: says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Golden diamonds says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YOU'RE KILLING MEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She wants to sue me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haw haw haw haw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye world! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116410329449084897?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116410329449084897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116410329449084897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/hellllooooooo-im-very-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116402021750230502</id><published>2006-11-20T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T18:56:57.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="&lt;a href=" tyear1="2006&amp;tmonth1="11&amp;amp;tday1="26&amp;thours1="0&amp;amp;tminutes1="0&amp;event="Japannnnnnnnnn!&amp;amp;clr="0x000000&amp;tseconds1="0"&gt;http://www.blingyblob.com/countdown/countdownD9.swf?tyear1=2006&amp;amp;tmonth1=11&amp;tday1=26&amp;amp;thours1=0&amp;tminutes1=0&amp;amp;event=Japannnnnnnnnn!&amp;clr=0x000000&amp;amp;tseconds1=0&lt;/a&gt;"&gt; &lt;param name="loop" value="false"&gt; &lt;param name="menu" value="false"&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="0x000000"&gt; &lt;embed src="&lt;a href=" tyear1="2006&amp;tmonth1="11&amp;amp;tday1="26&amp;thours1="0&amp;amp;tminutes1="0&amp;event="Japannnnnnnnnn!&amp;amp;clr="0x000000&amp;tseconds1="0"&gt;http://www.blingyblob.com/countdown/countdownD9.swf?tyear1=2006&amp;amp;tmonth1=11&amp;tday1=26&amp;amp;thours1=0&amp;tminutes1=0&amp;amp;event=Japannnnnnnnnn!&amp;clr=0x000000&amp;amp;tseconds1=0&lt;/a&gt;" loop=false menu=false quality=high bgcolor=0  WIDTH="257" HEIGHT="160" NAME="a" ALIGN="" TYPE="application/x-shockwave-flash" PLUGINSPAGE="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116402021750230502?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116402021750230502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116402021750230502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/param-namemovie-valuehttpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116401432413792639</id><published>2006-11-20T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:18:44.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heaveno!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home until night. Boring. Mummy and I flewed all the way to tuas to save Dad. Why? Cause he left his car key in the boots and he went to close the boots. And the key was locked in it. Bang, how smart. Haha, so we had to save him. Heh, then went to Dad's friend's house for dinner. Stayed there till past twelve. And we packed so much food home. -.- Oh ya, Tracy and I watch Death Note also. Hohoho, how late we are, anyway. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L's mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's equally boring as well, and it's raining so so heavily lah. Hahaha, Okay, I want to go play. Bye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I can't wait for this Sundayyyyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;You're that silly person I saw at that bus stop. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116401432413792639?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116401432413792639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116401432413792639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/heaveno-yesterday-stayed-home-until.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116373637727303966</id><published>2006-11-17T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T12:06:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heaveno world.&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping yesterday, went Raffles City, then to Marina sq then to Suntec. Didn't get anything. So decided to head town to shop. Met Tracy at the train station then went to shop at Scotts then to Far East then to Taka. :D Got a new jeans! Haha. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pathetic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got everyone's present already :D And I'm waiting an answer from Debbie whether she wants her hair dyed. -.- And she kept forgetting to askkkkkk. Basket lah. Anyway, meeting Debbie tomorrow, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We can play play play again! Afetr so longggggg. :D Oh well, yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happening to my life?! It's so screwed screwed screwed. And please XXX, stop making me confused okay. And plus, what the fk did I do to you? So stop asking me why I did it. It's so fking annoying. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh, thank you Michelle for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay world. I want to go playyyy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;You do things that scares me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116373637727303966?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116373637727303966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116373637727303966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/heaveno-world.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116342704114899066</id><published>2006-11-13T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:10:41.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ice skating with Phyllis and Joseph today. Was fun :D  Joseph and I finally knew how to skate. -.- not very very good lah, but alright. :) And i broke my nail. &lt;strong&gt;Urghhhhhh&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh well, it was fun anyway. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bid goodbye to the other two and luckily I managed to squash into the train. Phew, I thought I couldn't get in lah. -.- Anyway, waited for my bus for like forever. Hahaha, yay. Found my eyecandyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How much i love my bus ride &lt;3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116342704114899066?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116342704114899066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116342704114899066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/ice-skating-with-phyllis-and-joseph.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116334493788821966</id><published>2006-11-12T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T23:22:17.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world, went Vivo with mummy and Tracy today. And mummy finally got her jacket to Japan. Hahhaa, from Zara. Nice nice. And that means, I won't have to wear uncle's! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mummy shopped all her stuff today, and Tracy went all bored out. -.- Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice skating tomorrow. And lets hope we can do it better. :D Hahahhaa. Lasy to blog. Bye! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I seriously don't know what on earth you're thinking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116334493788821966?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116334493788821966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116334493788821966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-world-went-vivo-with-mummy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116313976592030870</id><published>2006-11-10T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T14:22:45.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/1600/farting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/320/farting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world!&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to get up super early to maple with Tracy and co. She messages me like at &lt;strong&gt;SEVEN&lt;/strong&gt; plus okay. I bet there'll only be those few maplers in maple. Hahaha. Okay, this idiot, messaged me at 8 saying good luck for my maths paper. -.- Then Tiffany messaged me at 10 plus. Everyone's messing up my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at three plus yesterday, busy watching Silence. Haha, anyway. Tracy's having class chalet today. That means, whole day of computer and no interruptions! Hoho. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Naomi: MY DEAR, don't think so much already! And plus, school work really tire people out okay. Think of the bright side! Yes yes, it'll be alright. Follow the plan! He'll come online EVEYDAY AND EVERY NIGHT. Okay! Don't be dishearted alright! What ever it is, you still have me! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116313976592030870?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116313976592030870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116313976592030870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-world-was-supposed-to-get-up.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116297571992224983</id><published>2006-11-08T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T16:48:39.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/1600/HAPPY%20FEET!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/320/HAPPY%20FEET%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school with mummy to get my books, then to Hougang for groceries. Then went to pick Tracy then homed. I seriously need time out to do something I really want. Like hello? What's there to do at home? Besides Auding. Nothing alright. Blahhhh. I thought it was shopping day today, but everyone seemed restless, so shall forget about it. Heh, still got like another 18 days to Japan. &lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt;. Urghhhhh. Like so fking long lah, -.- Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday night, that stupid Ben called. He's like so happy that his friend got him the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Feet &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Flushed Away&lt;/span&gt; posters or whatever thingy he got. Haha, like wth. A big man sticking cartoon posters all over. &lt;strong&gt;-Looks out-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;That's cute though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Alrighttttttt, heard that Physics killed cousin today. Awwww, that poor thang. Hahaha. Jiayou! Geography tomorrow. Must pass well! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ACJC LAH COUSIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :D Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall go play now! :D Bye world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Is that really goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116297571992224983?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116297571992224983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116297571992224983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/went-to-school-with-mummy-to-get-my.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116288031699458507</id><published>2006-11-07T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:54:11.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holla, I'm bored, and have totally no mood to do anything. Heh. Stayed up till three plus last night doing nothing, Can't sleep also. Anw, I'm damn sick now, flu's back again. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's on your mind now?&lt;br /&gt;Someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that person a guy?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, how did you get to know that person?&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember. It's like eleven months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you talk to the person within 12 hours?&lt;br /&gt;I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ended the chat?&lt;br /&gt;Me. I didn't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think that person like most?&lt;br /&gt;Handphone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person's Favourite colours?&lt;br /&gt;Err, black, brown, white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That person's last sentence said to you?&lt;br /&gt;"Haha, If you don't want then I got nothing to say. Free tomorrow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone message you yet?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet. They're all asleep still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you talk to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Tiffany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is THAT person online?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;Stacie Orrico's I'm not missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you think can make you laugh most?&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany. And Ben. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who always make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would you turn to when you've got a problem?&lt;br /&gt;Either Debbie or Tiffany :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who always piss you off?&lt;br /&gt;Tracy Chiang. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do later?&lt;br /&gt;Watch tv? Play Audition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What other websites are you in now?&lt;br /&gt;Friendster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's at home?&lt;br /&gt;Tracy, Me, Auntie, Babyyy:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any one you know has the same phone as you?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Your hair colour?&lt;br /&gt;Very dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nail polished?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colour? If you painted.&lt;br /&gt;Brown goldenish type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyed your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Don't have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed your hairstyle?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet. No time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you really really want now?&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you feel like giving up?&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you scared off?&lt;br /&gt;Lizards and &lt;strong&gt;BUTTERFLIES&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What thing appears in front of you, would make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it now?&lt;br /&gt;2:09 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you going to do now?&lt;br /&gt;Audition :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye world. I think Audition would help? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;You're making things worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116288031699458507?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116288031699458507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116288031699458507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/holla-im-bored-and-have-totally-no.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116280631622012108</id><published>2006-11-06T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:45:16.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/1600/princess1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/320/princess1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla. Everyone's going mad at home. Including me. Tracy's mad about playing and playing and playing. Dad's mad cause of work and work and work, and resulted in a bad bad headache. Mummy's mad cause of her korean shows. She just can't stop watching. And I'm mad cause of, nevermind. We're all mad. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny came yesterday and had to go back yesterday night, cause she's going forsome check up. Doctor suspect she had kidney problem. Oh gosh, please say she's alright. Had dinner at some chinese restaurant and mummy and I started talking bout lame and really retarded stuff. Anyway, then granny told me stuff about her past. And how happy her childhood times were. Man, I couldn't even remember what happened in Primary school. Deprived childhood man. Oh well. Flipped through all the old photographs and granny was laughing at us. -.- Seriously, Tracy and I look bad then. Never to mention it again. Really, bad. Hahaha. Anyway, mummy declared that I wear my uncle's winter jacket to Japan. It's super &lt;strong&gt;HUGEEEEEEE&lt;/strong&gt; and hell no. I'm not going to wear it. Brrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining again. Best weather to sleep. :D And yay, no more harassing from XXX anymore. He's frigging annoying. And now, peace. :) Not really, too much peaceness. Hahaha, first time in history, I didn't message or receive calls during dinner. Hoho, Merry Christmas to me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My comp's giving me trouble. My songs arn't playing well. It keeps buffering and pausing like after every 10 seconds. Urghh. Oh wells, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I miss cousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Really, I've got like tons of letters and the Princess Hours cum My Girl CD for her lah. Baskettttttttt. Haiyy, boring day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights alrights, shall go play now. Bye world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;I'm very confused now, maybe I just don't have the courage. And I guess it's the same for you too. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116280631622012108?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116280631622012108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116280631622012108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/holla_06.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116271714225040978</id><published>2006-11-05T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T17:01:09.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/1600/sleepoverr%20038%20edited.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/320/sleepoverr%20038%20edited.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world.&lt;br /&gt;The weather's so so hot today. So no outdoor stuff for me. All curtains closed and air cons on. Heh. I'm like finally done with Princess Hours. Hahaha. Okay, call me slow. Whatever. Shin is so so cute lahhhhhh. Hohoho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my phone's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; quiet these two days. It's somehow a good thing, and somehow a really bad thing. Boo. Unlike Tracy's. Mum says Tracy's the next big business woman in our house. (Laughs) I &lt;strong&gt;didn't know&lt;/strong&gt; I could survive without touching it for so long. Coolness. Like totally. Hahaha, right. Can't Audition too much these days. Tracy just downloaded Maple. Again that lame game. So, she's like playing it all day long. What ever man. Now you know what she does at home. Computer and Xbox. Huh, best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buying school books next week. Then going to look for stuff to bring to Japan. Oh yes, Naomi says our names are not in the list. That's so ridiculous lah. So went to ask daddy yesterday, he was kinda calm but mummy went jumping, well, nearly jumping. He gave me the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HUH?&lt;/span&gt; face. But we're going, dad confirmed it already :D How much we adore that agency :) Alrights, shall go play already. I'm getting so bored at home. Bye world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;To: Deborah Leong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Good luck for your O's cousin! Aza aza fightingggggg! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116271714225040978?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116271714225040978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116271714225040978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-world_05.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116263179453995049</id><published>2006-11-04T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T17:16:35.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello world,my day's bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad bad. For a stupid reason. Urgh, feel like sitting on a roller coaster and keep going on and on and on until I knock out. Can't stand it anymore lahhh. Just get out of my life please. And now Audition's not helping either. :(  &lt;em&gt;Whatever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, fine fine, shall go photoshop pictures already. Going out later too. Like yay. Haha. Okay, bye world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Please, get out of my life lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116263179453995049?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116263179453995049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116263179453995049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-worldmy-days-bad-bad-bad-bad-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116254420199399028</id><published>2006-11-03T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:56:42.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/1600/Sleepover%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" height="266" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/320/Sleepover%20edited.jpg" width="362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla.&lt;strong&gt; Sleepover&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday, was fun. So, Tiffany was the earliest birdy, so we started xbox-ing. And apprently, Tiffany rocked in the stupid racing thingy, but didn't really rock in Hello Kitty. Haha. Then the rest came, and Phyllis told us to go the bus stop. And then. Tiffany and I walked all the way out to the bus stop. And then called Phyllis. Hurrrrr. They stopped at the next bus stop and so, we had to walk one whole bigggggggg round to find them. Pufffft. Anyway, went back and starting baking. Haha. Xboxed again, and Auditioned. Phyllis's audition name is, " &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PATCHYLEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;", how cool is that?! And we started acting spastic in Audition. Haha, funny. Then bbq-ed. Then went to park. They all played basketball, and so, Tiffany and I were alking bout some stuffs. And then, they all went back. Phyllis and I walked home. On the way home, we were like quite quiet. Then ah, Phyllis moved very left and somehow shouted, "ehhhhhhh~" And points to the right. And I was apparently walking beside her, right. So natural reation, scream and ran left. Damn it lah, I looked right and there, was this funny looking cat staring at us only. Like wth, she scareded the hell out of me lah. I thought there was something bad lah. Phyllis ah Phyllis. Went home, bathed and Jolene came back from her swim. Cut cake and stuff, then went back to my room and took like zillions of stupid pictures. Until my camera lens got stuck. We three got stunned lah, and thankfully, it was pushed back. Hohoho. We watched Princess Hours then went to sleep. Haha, love it totally. :D Alrights world. I want to go &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Audition&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Forget it, I can't stand it anymore. Stop going round the bush and get straight to your oint. What's the point of making me play this guess guess game. It's seriously not fun and I'm getting sick and tired of it already. Forget it if you don't want to say it or what ever. But stop hinting stupid things to me and expect me to get your point. Cause I don't know what on earth you're trying to say. I'm sick of it already. You can just might as well just tell me straight, it would be so mush easier for us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;To: XXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Okay. I'm goingto say this, once and for all. So stop asking me that question ever ever ever again. My answer is no. No means no okay, seriously, I don't know how to answer you in a nice way, and I don't wish to loose a friend. So stop asking me again. And you'll always be my best friend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116254420199399028?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116254420199399028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116254420199399028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/holla.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116239777787017734</id><published>2006-11-02T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:16:17.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Birthday To Me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116239777787017734?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116239777787017734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116239777787017734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-to-me-d.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116239345396742549</id><published>2006-11-01T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:04:14.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hohoho. Sleepover's tomorrow. Yay. Phyllis and Jolene's staying over, the rest are coming over to play. Hoho. Okay, excited! :D &lt;strong&gt;Baking cookies&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow! &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towned with mama and Tracy. For winter jackets and scarfs! The guy in the shop said it'll be like below 10 degrees. :) Yay yay yay yay. Hahahaha. Okay, so Tracy and I bought jackets. Hahaha. :D Okay, shall go Audition now! Bye world! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naomi: Don't worry so much lah! He'll let you go! :D Didn't we say that we're going together! It wouldn't change alright! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Você apenas teve que pôr um sorriso falsificado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116239345396742549?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116239345396742549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116239345396742549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/11/hohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116228619942253726</id><published>2006-10-31T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:16:39.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/1600/iceskating%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/320/iceskating%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla world. The Japan trip's confirmed. And yay, Naomi and Shi Hua's going too! Yay yay yay yay. Okay, shopping with mummy tomorrow, for winter stuff. Hohoho. Alright, i can't wait to go lah! And that means, 7 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;phone-less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; days. :'( That's sad. Brrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day One. Singapore to Tokyo. Hohohohohoho. Midnight flight i guess, cool. Day Two. Asakusa Temple, Nakamise Shopping Mall, Ginza District, Odalba. And then to check in. Hahaha. Day Three. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Disneylandddddddddd,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Shinjuku. :D Day Four, Mt Fuji!, Oshino Hakkai, Lake kawaguchi. :) Day Five. Bullet train, Nagoya castle, Tagata Shrine, Shinsabashi. Day Six. Kyoto Klyomizu Temple, Universal Studios Japan, Hard Rock Cafe. :D Day Seven. Osaka to Singapore. Then home sweet home. :) Hohoho. How fun! And it's gonna be so much more fum when funny, retarded, spastic, crazy friends are going along! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Naomi&lt;/span&gt;: We can start exchanging tickets again! And we're gonna be all squashed in SQ again. Hope we get good seats like the ones we sat back from Korea! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All holiday mood now. Anyway, off to Audition with Shirley. Bye world! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116228619942253726?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116228619942253726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116228619942253726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/10/holla-world.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116220873023466458</id><published>2006-10-30T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T19:45:30.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello World! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm having flu and slight fever, urghh. That's so wrong. :( Anyway! I'm&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; happy&lt;/span&gt;. Hohoho. Played Sims today. Hurrrrr, quite fun. Hahaha! Okay, Tracy's re-downloading Maplestory. Hoho, yay, then can play Maple again. Hahahaha! I feel like shopping. I don't know why, just suddenly had the urge to go town. Haw haw. Anywayyy, Tracy played this totally, terribly, extremely, very, act cute song. Puff. I felt like gorging out her damn throat man. Okay. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, shopping on wednesday :D And&lt;strong&gt; sleeeeeeeeepover's&lt;/strong&gt; on thursday. :) Yay. Okay, I want to go watch my show already. Bye world! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Choiling: I want to change THAT very soooon. But I just don't have the time. Must bear with it kay, don't let your eyes become blind! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Josephine: Eh best lah you. Never tell me your secret! Hahahahha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116220873023466458?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116220873023466458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116220873023466458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/10/hello-world-d-im-having-flu-and-slight.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116209813533880774</id><published>2006-10-29T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T13:02:15.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/1600/frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/320/frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey world. I'm downloading the Audition patch now. And it's loading slowly slowly slowly. Haiyy, everyone's going bored at home today. Dad's outside, Tracy's STILL sleeping, Granny's watching Winter Sonata. And i'm plain bored. :( Anyway, mummy and daddy are going to someone's party later, and that leaves Tracy, Granny and me. Home. Urghhhhhh, I'll be bored to death man. Haiy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sushi Tei yesterday for dinner :) Then went Punggol End to play. Like wth, then went round and round and round looking at houses. Hahaha, nothing better to do. Hahahaa. Talking to Phyllis and Jolene. I tell you, they're super super slowwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Did you take bath this morning?&lt;br /&gt;A: No. Why? There's one missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took a million years to get it. Man i tell you, it was so funny lah! Hahaha. And Phyllis can't help but keep on&lt;strong&gt; sleeping&lt;/strong&gt;. Haiyo. Okay world. Off to Audition! :D Bye world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You don't know anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116209813533880774?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116209813533880774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116209813533880774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-world_29.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8192922.post-116195971748625713</id><published>2006-10-27T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T22:35:17.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/1600/Happy%20birthday%20Jo!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/320/Happy%20birthday%20Jo%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice skating with Josephine, Phyllis and Tracy. We were supposed to meet on the train at 12. But we met late instead. Oh well. Then trained all the way to Jurong East. Had long johns for lunch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice skating was so dots dots dots dots for us, which is. Josephine, Tracy and me. Phyllis went skating and skating lah. And the three of us HAD to be together all the way. Hahaha. Phyllis keep saying, &lt;em&gt;IT'S LIKE ROLLER BLADING LAH&lt;/em&gt;. Hahaha. And we went, " &lt;em&gt;WE CANT BLADE LAHH&lt;/em&gt;." -.- Not funny. Anyway, we had great time taking photos instead. You know, that's the only thing you'll do when PHYLLIS is around. She'll go, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EH! TAKE PHOTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!." Hahaha. What ever man~ So we spent like 2 hours playing around there and blah blah blah.Tired day today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, don't have to wake up early tomorrow. Hohoho, going to redo the exam papers later. Puff. No xbox for today. Study time. :D &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Josephine!:D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I didn't make mama happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/1600/ICE%20SKATING%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/320/ICE%20SKATING%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/1600/ICE%20SKATING%20(19)%20edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6555/543/320/ICE%20SKATING%20%2819%29%20edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I kept looking at my phone, waiting for your message, but it didn't come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8192922-116195971748625713?l=ihatemycow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116195971748625713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8192922/posts/default/116195971748625713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihatemycow.blogspot.com/2006/10/ice-skating-with-josephine-phyllis-and.html' title=''/><author><name>rachie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10074044378903928058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
